By that time, my cock was rock hard again. I reached under my bed, fumbled around for a second and eventually pulled a condom out of the box I kept down there. As I pulled myself up onto my knees in front of Lynne, she saw what I had in my hand and smiled wickedly. As I tore open the wrapper and began rolling the condom on, Lynne did something that surprised me. She sat up and then flipped over onto all fours, facing away from me. She grabbed my headboard with both hands and stuck her ass out toward me, clearly wanting me to take her from behind. To this day, when I close my eyes, I can still see her tight little ass wagging in front of me, glistening with sweat, begging to get fucked.
I was happy to oblige. I gripped her hip with my left hand and, with my right hand, guided my cock inside her. Before I was even halfway in, she pushed back with her ass, completing the connection. Within seconds, we were fucking fast and hard, our bodies slapping and the headboard banging against the wall. She was very vocal, encouraging me to go harder and faster, yelling “fuck me, Jake” every so often. I couldn’t help wondering what Naomi must be thinking next door. We were making such a racket.
When it was all done, we lay there naked and panting, drenched in sweat. The sex had been smoking hot and exactly what I needed, but now that I’d scratched that itch, my thoughts kept returning to Naomi. It had only been six nights that we’d spent together, but it had quickly come to feel comfortable and normal, and I missed her. I hoped that what had just happened tonight wouldn’t scare her off.
In the morning, Lynne and I had sex one last time, this time with her on top. And then she gathered her clothes and left without saying much, giving no indication she expected a call or any follow up.
THE BARGAIN
When I eventually got dressed and ventured out around lunch time, I thought about knocking on Naomi’s door but decided against it. I’d wait for her to come to me. But she never did. The evening came and went. I knew that she was home because I could hear her TV on, but she never knocked, and I fell asleep alone. Monday came and went in much the same way, without Naomi calling, texting, or stopping by.
On Tuesday, she finally made contact again, stopping by my apartment as she got home from work (and looking as pretty as ever). She invited me to dinner and I accepted. Once we were seated at the sushi place down the street, she finally came out with it.
“So I know I don’t have any right to be jealous, Jake, but who was that girl? Are you two together now?”
I smiled, “no, she’s just a girl who lives a few towns over, an english teacher, like us. We’ve hung out before.”
“Not that it’s any of my business, I guess, but it sure sounded like you were doing more than just… um… hanging out.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. It’s kinda awkward with such thin walls. We definitely hooked up. But it’s nothing more than that.”
Naomi’s eyebrows were raised, a skeptical look on her face.
I continued, “look, I’m not generally a one night stand kind of guy, but the truth is, after last week, I really needed an outlet, and I kinda had a sense she would be up for that, you know, with no strings attached. Naomi, I love spending time with you, and I loved sharing a bed with you all last week, but it’s tough, having a beautiful girl pressed against you all the time and knowing she’s off-limits. Like I said, I just needed an outlet.”
As I said this, Naomi’s expression warmed. She reached over and grabbed my hand. “Of course, Jake. I’ve been silly. I’m asking a lot of you and I’m not ‘putting out’ as you yanks say. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand. I’m sorry for being childish about it.”
On the way back to our apartments, she asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I agreed. A few hours later, we were lying on her bed, watching TV. Naomi was wearing a very thin tank top, with no bra, and tiny pajama shorts that showed off all of her slender legs. It was as if she was trying to get a rise out of me. And she succeeded. I had an erection from nearly the moment I walked into the apartment, and I was certain she noticed.
As we watched TV, though, she was unusually quiet. I had the distinct feeling that she was trying to build up the courage to say something. Sure enough, she eventually came out with it.
“Can I ask you something personal, Jake?”
“Um, okay.”
“How many girls have you… um… been with?”
“You mean slept with?”
“Yes, shagged. Not snogged.”
I knew the exact number immediately, of course, but I pretended I had to think about it. Eventually I said “more than 10, less than 20.”
“And is it always… um… like that?” she motioned toward the wall separating our apartments, clearly referencing my encounter with Lynne a few nights before. “Is it always that… intense?”
I smiled. “Not always, no. Depends on the situation. And the person. Why?”
“It’s just that, well, I’ve only ever been with two men, and when I heard you the other night, I… well… I just couldn’t help thinking that maybe there’s a lot I don’t know. I know I’m being incredibly forward with you, Jake, but I wonder if you could describe it for me. What was she like? What did she do?”
Over the ten minutes or so, I described, in considerable detail, my night with Lynne. Naomi hung on my every word, occasionally interjecting with questions. She wanted to know every little thing Lynne did that I found sexy. I tried to describe the things I remembered, but it was often difficult to find the right words. But I did my best, and the effort to relive the encounter succeeded, if nothing else, in making me enormously aroused. My cock was practically bursting out of my shorts.
And that’s when things got interesting.
You know, Jake, I’ve been thinking. It’s not fair for me to ask you to play this role, to be this boyfriend surrogate, while not ever taking care of your needs… ”
“Naomi, it’s really okay…”
“No, hear me out, Jake. I want to propose a deal, a bargain if you will. I want to learn from you. I want to learn how to be a good lover to Liam. I want to know how men tick, what gets you worked up, what you really like and want. Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not going to have sex with you, Jake. I can’t do that to Liam. But if you’re willing to be completely open with, to tell me absolutely everything, to share all your desires and fantasies, I am willing to provide that… that… outlet for you.”
I can only imagine what kind of expression I had on my face at this point in the conversation. I’m sure it was some mixture of shock and confusion. I understood what she was asking of me, but she was being pretty cryptic about what she was offering in exchange. After a few moments, I finally spoke, “what do you mean by ‘outlet’?”
She smiled. “Well, Jake, I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon. If we’re going to go down this road, we need some clear ground rules. In exchange for your… um… candor, I’ll… um… let you see me. All of me.”
“You mean see you naked?”
“Yes, and you can… um… touch yourself… wank… in front of me, whenever you want. In fact, that’s part of what I want to learn. I want to see how you do that.” She paused before continuing, “but that’s it, Jake. The rest is for Liam. I’m not going to touch you and you’re not going to touch me. And I’m not going to touch myself in front of you, either. Only Liam gets to see me come.”
“Do you think he’d be okay with the rest of what you’re proposing?” I asked skeptically.
“Doubtful,” she conceded, “but he doesn’t have to know, and I’d be doing it for him. If I can learn how to really please him, he’ll benefit from it for the rest of his life.”
There was a real earnesty in her voice. This didn’t seem like some rationalization she’d come up with just to justify cheating on her fiance or alleviating her loneliness. She seemed to have genuinely convinced herself that this would ultimately benefit her relationship.
“Are you sure you won’t regret this? I really don’t want to be a homebreaker here.”
“Homebreaker? Is that what you yanks call it?” She was smiling. “You’re a sweetheart, Jake, but I’ve thought a lot about this, and it’s okay. Do we have a deal?”
“Yeah, I guess we do,” I said, reaching over to shake Naomi’s hand. “So what next?”