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Gary knew at that moment the lady’s voice was hypnotizing him and he felt he was about to have sex with a woman twice, maybe more than twice his age and he felt he needed to say something. Without thinking he blurted out, “I’ll be twenty in a few weeks.”

Lane slowly released Gary’s hand then grasped her coffee cup, took a sip of the liquid then said, “I see a very frustrated young boy, one who loves women and cares about them but only wants sex with the pretty ones, but he fears the power of returned affection is always missing … am I right?”

Gary looked deep into the eyes of the women before him and began to feel a strange comfort inside his soul. He wanted to tell the lady she was right but he spoke as if he was in a confessional. “The last time I was with a pretty girl was a long time ago … I can still remember how the room smelled and how much I liked playing with her and watching her eyes watch me … it was so awesome at the time, I thought all girls reacted the same way … but I had no idea what I was doing or cared how much she liked playing with me.”

Lane tilted her head forward and said softly, “Did the same thing honey … you’re not alone in this world, Gary … you’re part of it, you just don’t know it yet.”

Gary smiled a little and had to ask the only thing he knew what to ask, “Are you going to teach me how to have sex?”

Lane giggled a little then placed her coffee cup on the table, placed her hands palm up and looked deep into Gary’s eyes, “Give me your hands, Gary.”

Gary looked down at the seasoned hands and felt he had to interlock her fingers with his. When their fingers entwined he looked up and saw Lane’s eyes had a certain glisten in them and he wanted to know why. Then she spoke with a deep voice nearly as low as a pubescent boy’s when it finally broke the barrier, “I’ll teach you how to approach women and when I’m finished I promise you will be more confident in your decision making in a everything you do … I’m not going to have sex with you Gary … do you understand?”

Gary felt somewhat let down. He really wanted to slide his erect throbbing penis between her massive tits and watch it ooze semen all over the soft white skin. He felt he had to respond and again without thinking things through he asked, “How is possible to teach it without doing it?”

“The innocent ignorance before me is incredible,” Lane said as she gently squeezed Gary’s fingers in hers, “I can tell you I would love to explore sex with you but to discover you walked away afterward and never learned anything would bother me greatly … I’m very open about such things … too open, as a matter of fact … there will be physical contact … there will be kissing, and licking, and sucking, and fondling and, believe it or not, even careful thought and adoration of ever move … I don’t consider it sex, I see it as making someone you really care about feel themselves from within, kind of like a slow dance … I’ll admit, I haven’t been with a young man for a very long time, but if you’ll be my student, I’ll do my best … that’s all I can offer.”

Gary felt he was about to be forced to place his face between two white thighs and would be expected to kiss whatever was hidden between them. He felt a bit frightened, but at the same time his curiosity was exploding and his libido was boiling. If Lane opened her blouse at that very moment he’d bound over the table and burry his face between her breasts and let his throbbing penis fill his shorts with semen. Gary knew he had to move forward with Lane and give her an answer, reasoning the offer before him would probably never happen again in his life, he asked. “When do we start?”

Lane smiled knowing the feeling of conquering had returned. She looked deep into her subject’s eyes and said, “Any time you’re ready … lets say next Saturday … if I’m not here, there’s a small wooden box on the wall at the front door with a small pencil and pad of paper, just write G on it then I’ll know you came over … I’ve watched what I thought was your girlfriend leave every morning around six and return late in the day, but you’re ring tells me you’re married, it also appears you hang around on Saturdays and Sundays with little to do except wash your car … I can only imagine what goes on in your house the rest of the time … I have things to do some Saturdays, I won’t know until it happens … but if I see the note Saturday night, I’ll make arrangements to be home Sunday, and, if at any time you see the drapes halfway open on the window behind you, it’ll mean we can spend some time together … sound like a plan?”

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