This story is a continuation of a prior installment you may want to read. As the foreword to that story says, this series is about a man, 19, and woman, 20, exploring their sexuality together at college, with Lila, the more experienced, leading Zach along the path of sexual discovery. This installment picks up where the last one ended with Zach and Lila left with quite a bit to talk about. All characters in this story are over 18.
So Zach and Lila had just done it. Their first time. Zach's first time to fuck a woman.
They needed to talk now. That was crystal clear. With Lila positioned next to Zach again, one leg snuggling his, the other with her foot flat on the bed, her crotch was again opened for Zach's inspection. And inspect he did as the conversation began.
"Holy shit on a shingle, Lila! What the fuck just happened?"
"I believe you were inside me, Z, and we both came. It's called fucking. It's what men and women do. A hard cock gets inside a wet pussy. Things happen."
"But why now, I mean? This is the hottest shit that ever happened to me. Why'd we wait so long?"
"Well, there was the little matter of you telling everyone you're gay, Zach. You know me - I let friends be who they are. If you're gay, you're gay. I love you any way you come."
"I just didn't know! I had no fucking idea it could feel this amazing, L. I'm feeling like I may need to walk out to the car now and smoke one of those cigarettes you like to watch me play with."
"You do that, Z, and you'd better pull some shorts on. The last thing we want is for this vacation to start with you arrested for public exposure."
Lila knew that Zach was teasing. He gave up smoking when he came to college. She knew he played his macho farm-boy game to amuse her. To get her thinking sexy thoughts about him. She knew that he intended to stay next to her in bed. He couldn't take his eyes off the pussy he'd just been inside. His cock, which was hard again, couldn't get enough of studying the cunt it had just been inside, with the cum it had just shot inside starting to trickle out down to Lila's ass.
Lila knew this as well: if they were going to continue what they'd started - and she sure as hell wanted it to continue - she had to take the lead. Zach was going to need lessons in this new heterosexual lifestyle. Lila knew
a lot
more about sex. She could write a book about it. Lila knew a lot about all the hot things men and women can do together. Zach had been a total virgin until tonight. When it came to straight sex, that is. Zach had catching up to do.
Lila also knew that Zach's sex education before college had been crap. In the rural corner of Virginia where his family farmed, public schools pretended sex didn't exist. Her background growing up in an affluent suburb outside D.C. had been worlds away from that. The exclusive private schools Lila had gone to had given her the best education in every area imaginable.
Lila knew that the limited sex education Zach had gotten before heading to college came mostly from one talk his dad had given him. Zach had told her about this. When he'd turned 18 and decided to head to Podunk, his dad decided it was time to have "the talk" with him.
Lila had met Zach's parents when he and she arrived at Podunk. Zach and his dad were like mirror images of each other. One older, one younger. Both were tall, clean-limbed, muscular men, handsome. The kind of self-confident manly men Lila liked. The sexy big hands Lila admired in Zach's case had come from his dad. Hands made to handle farm machinery and do farm work. And, as Lila had long fantasized, to do things to her, too.
As the oldest son and oldest kid in the family who looked just like his dad, Zach had a special connection to him. Zach learned what it meant to be a man by observing his father, working with him. He had learned how to work on the farm by watching his dad work and helping him. He learned how a man carries himself and acts from watching his dad. From imitating him.