Sex LESSONS

twenty

~Emily's POV~
He raises an eyebrow and stares down at me. Examining my, still trembling, body.

I feel a throbbing sensation over my entrance as I get up and crawl over to him.

I stare up at him as I start to undo his jeans.

I've never done some thing like this before, but, it's Grayson.

I pull his jeans down, but before I could get to his boxers he stops me and gets into the bed; kissing my lips. I kiss back as he hovers over me.

I feel his bulge through his boxers, against my leg. It sent a sense of excitement through me, and I feel my entrance-soaked again, at the thought of him.

I get on top of him and pull his boxers down, exposing his hard erection; hitting his abs.

Yup. Definitely drenched.

I stare at him. Not really knowing what to do.

I grab his length in my hand, and stroke him; deciding to just do what feels natural.

Not even entirely sure how I'll.... fit him in my mouth, but... I'll figure it out.

I pick up my pace, running my hand over his hard length- before I take him in my mouth. Stroking with my hand what I couldn't fit into my mouth, and maintaining eye contact with him.

He stares down at me, breathing shakily. His faint moans getting louder.

I kiss, and lick his tip, stroking his length, before I put him in my mouth again.

He grips my hair, and lets his head hang back; allowing the moans to leave his mouth.

"Fuck. Emily." He groans licking his lips.

I take his whole length in my mouth, and deep throat him, holding it there.

He moans loudly, more hoarse this time. I suck his length vigorously, starting to taste a bitterly sweet sensation over my tongue.

Knowing he was going to cum I pick up my pace and stroke his length quickly.

Suddenly he releases, covering me in his cum. A thick white liquid covering my chest, and dripping from my lips.

Wanting to taste it, because I'm a slut, I run my fingers over my chest, and put them to my lips. Licking my fingers.

He glances at me and it clearly sent another wave of pleasure through him cause he moans again; breathing heavily.

"Fuck!" He yells; trying to control his breathing.

I straddle him. His length poking against my entrance. "Did I do it right?" I ask.

"Hell yeah." He huffed and laid back.

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Grayson's hand grazing my thigh as I lay against his chest. "This is the absolute weirdest friendship ever." I stated. He nods. "Yeah." He agrees.

"It's not terrible. It's just weird." I pointed out. "This whole thing was your idea." He pointed out. "Yeah, but it was your idea to go along with it." I stated.

"Because you wanted me to." He defended. "But that doesn't mean you have to listen." I protested. He rolled his eyes. "Okay." He gave up.

"You're so whipped." I pointed out. "Whipped?" He asked. "I'm not whipped!" He disagreed. I motion my hands and make a whipping sound. "You're whipped." I repeat.

"I'm not whipped! You're controlling!" He stated. I lift up and smack his chest gently. "Whipped!" I chant and try to get up.

He grabs me and pulls me back down. "I, am not whipped." He stated. "If you're not whipped. You're a pussy!" I antagonized.

"You're an asshole!" He told me. "You have pride issues." I fire back snarkily, and stick my tongue out at him.

He leans in and kisses me. "You're whipped!" I say against his lips.