“Those ones won’t get you the ladies,” she said. “If you scorned and condemned me, I wouldn’t give you the time of day, no matter what size your cock was. But like we’ve discussed before, you treat me with respect except for the times I invite you to treat me like a slut. And even at those times I don’t feel you’re judging me, you’re just helping me get my buttons pushed. But more to today’s point, even when you’re expressing your vulnerabilities like now, you’re confident around me, and I like that.”
“I’m confident because I know you won’t reject me. That’s not the case with the cheerleaders and the other popular girls.”
“Be charming with them,” she suggested.
“I’m not sure that’s even in my skill set,” I joked.
She smiled, “Kevy, that’s your main problem.”
“What is?”
“You’re insecure,” she accused me.
“I am not,” I quickly defended, sitting down beside her.
“Sorry, honey,” she said putting her hand on my leg, “with your Mom and me and your other sluts you’re not, but with outsiders, you are.”
“How?”
“You hide your insecurities and your inferiority complex behind your sarcasm and your lofty attitude,” she said.
“I don’t care what they think,” I stressed.
“I know that’s what you tell yourself, and possibly tell them too on occasion, and it’s even mostly true,” she acknowledged, but she continued, “yet part of you is like everyone else who wants to fit in.”
“That’s not me,” I said.
“That’s you being in a river in Egypt. You wouldn’t like to be popular?”
“I wouldn’t hate it,” I joked, this conversation more than a little uncomfortable for me. My whole school existence and coping mechanisms were being questioned.
“Exactly,” she nodded. “So take the confidence you already have academically, mix it with the sudden power you’ve inherited with your big fat cock and harness that into a new you.”
“A new me?” I questioned.
“Yes, you’ve never cared what people think,” she said, “take that and your newfound confidence to stand up for yourself and for others like you.”
“How?” I asked again.
“I can’t tell you all the hows, but instead of sitting in the classroom nursing your scorn and envy, speak up and take control of your fate,” she answered.
“I’ll offend someone,” I pointed out.
“Good,” she nodded, “we need more bluntness.”
“I’m definitely blunt,” I chuckled, as I stood up and… confidently… slid my semi-erect cock in her mouth.
As she sucked me for ten minutes plus, I contemplated her words. Perhaps I could show this confidence with Amber. It would be a lot easier to try while facing just one person and in my own home rather than at school in front of cat-calling witnesses.
I deposited my load down her throat before I asked, “I’m still not sure how to make Amber into my slut.”
“Confidence and somehow letting her know what you’re packing,” she suggested.
“Just whip it out?” I asked, concerned about being laughed at, which made me realize I did care what others thought.
Damn.
“That may actually work,” she laughed, before adding, “especially if you do it with confidence. But I’d suggest you go commando and wear sweats that will let her detect what you’re packing down below. See if she notices.”
“That makes sense,” I nodded, preferring to have an actual plan of sorts.
“If you get lucky and she appreciates your special package, that’s awesome,” she said, “if you don’t, you still have women all around the block happy to show you their appreciation.”
“True,” I nodded, before adding, “I just want to be able to get women without my Dad’s prepping them for me.”
“I understand,” she agreed. “You want to prove you’re capable on your own. That you’re your own man.”
“Exactly.”
“But remember, being a man is a lot more than who you can fuck.”
I smiled, “I love when you swear.”
“Fuck. Cunt. Asshole. Big fat cock,” she listed, saying each in a sexy voice.
“And I’m hard again,” I joked, although I wasn’t really joking, as I was indeed hard again.
“But I’m serious,” she said. “Being a real man is a lot more than sex,”
“I know,” I nodded, before clarifying, “I don’t want to be like my father.”
She put her hand on mine and said in a serious tone, “Except for down below, you’re nothing like your father.”
“Thank you,” I said, happy she saw me as different than my asshole father. “Those are the nicest words you’ve ever said to me.”
“And you’re bigger,” she said smiling again.
“And those are the second nicest ones,” I said, getting my swagger back… loving that I was bigger than my egotistic asshole of a father.
“Good luck,” she said.
“Thanks, I’ll need it,” I laughed awkwardly.
“Just be yourself.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I said, this time mostly joking.
“Your new self,” she corrected.
“Right, right,” I nodded, still not sure I was capable of seducing someone on my own.