Chapter 8 First Lesson

• He motioned for me to join him back on the couch, which I reluctantly did. Thankfully for the most part of the evening, all he did was talk to me. At some point, we started joking around as if we were trying to get to know each other.
• Apart from the obvious fact that I was here against my will. He made sure that my glass was never empty and he was ever so attentive to my actions and words. His responses indicated that he was actually listening to what I was saying though the topics were of little importance.
• After expressing my frustration about being on my feet all day, he gently took hold of my feet and started untying my shoelaces. "You should consider taking a bath to relax. Water can do wonders for soothing sore feet," he suggested in a soft tone.
• I knew that was code for something, all these games of him playing the perfect gentleman. With each word he said in that gentle tone, it felt like a secret language only the two of us understood, heightening the ambience of our time together.
• “It will be rude for me to take a bath while I have a visitor, I will do it later.”
• “Nonsense,” he interjected, “I will join you. You are probably too tired to do a good job anyway. Someone needs to make sure that you are scrubbed down clean.”
• My eyes grew in size at his words, “You are too generous, really there is no need. I am more than capable of doing it myself.” I responded, aware of the flirtatious dance we were engaging in.
• With that, he stood up and held his hand out, “You can thank me later, there is no need for us to part ways now and spoil such a lovely evening,” his voice laced with a hint of seductive charm.
• Maybe it was the wine, but his flirting made me smile and compliant, I even started blushing at some point. On our way to the bathroom, I started undressing, aiming my clothes at the chair next to the bed.
• We soaked in the bath for a while, laughing and splashing around in the water, nothing untoward happening. It was surprising how comfortable I was feeling around Paul, but I am sure it must have been the wine because I let my guard down.
• All dried up and back in the room, I went looking for something to wear, Paul held my waist before I could even reach the closet. The sheer force at which he reeled in me, caused me to come crushing on his chest, then he towered over me with his head bowed and his arms now surrounding my body.
• I looked up at him to see his eyes gleaming like a kid on Christmas day. “In case you are wondering,” he spoke softly, “I am ready for your gratitude now,” the whisper peeking out even softer.
• My heart sank a little and anxiety settled in. He was slowly moving towards the bed. “My first lesson to you is how to give me a blowjob.” The smug look on his face said it all.
• He proceeded to lay on the bed first, using a pillow to help support his head, then placed his arms behind him and mimicked the pose of lying on the beach. “Blow me away” he articulated with a smile on his face.
• The wine in my system was starting to wear off quickly, suddenly I had no energy left in me. Unwrapping the towel on his waist, I finally got a chance to clearly see what tool he was working with.
• I had avoided looking at him in the bathroom, my eyes always finding something else to look at. It was impressive to say the least, considering that he was not even hard. I had to let my imagination carry me through this one. Putting myself to the task when I started to go down on him.
• He was gradually getting turned on and when I started to slack, he took hold of my head and bobbed it up and down for me. I could not swallow; my mouth was growing tired from being open for so long and I gagged a lot.
• My excess salvia wrapped his manhood like oil. I forced my head up to swallow and give my muscles a break, they were protesting at the hard labour. I couldn’t help but hold on to my mouth using my palm to gently massage it.
• I tried in all honesty to not seem like I struggled through it, I have seen so many girls walking out bathroom with smiles on their faces after doing this in college, surely, I could fake the same confidence.
• His manhood stood upright, demanding my attention. My eyes chose to admire it. Paul got up and rubbed my head, “You are not done yet, you cannot stop before I have had my release.”
• I was sure that it was impossible to achieve that, how was I expected to keep this big thing in my mouth for much longer? What if it took all night?
• He stayed in the sitting position waiting for me as I held on to it looking up to him. There was anticipation in his eyes that meant that I could not refuse. I closed my eyes and began again occasionally giving him a hand job when my mouth muscles staged a protest.
• After a long time of trying my level best to get him to release, I was fooled by his many groans that were always so misleading. I decided to shut him out and let myself get lost in it. I was so focused that I hardly heard the loud grunts he let out, it was only the gash of the precum that let me know that I had done a good job.
• He stroked himself in satisfaction, eyeing me with his tongue licking his bottom lip. He turned to the side of the bed and reached for a condom, that side was well-stocked. The first release was the key to open the door so that he could show me what he was made of.
• His relentless appetite for my body was ravenous. When he slid in between my thighs and buried himself in me, I was a seed being watered by pleasure. The infinite endeavours of passion lasted until the early hours of the morning, leaving us on the opposite side of the bed and the pillows on the floor alongside the multitude of condom wrappers.
• We were exhausted beyond what either of us had expected and even then, Paul still mastered enough strength to kiss me good morning before he dosed off.
• We skipped breakfast, probably because we were in deep slumber when it was served. By early noon our eyes started opening up to the sound of the commotion outside the room. It was still a regular day for the rest of the people in the basement.
• Doctor Murphy had been waiting outside for Paul, hence the loud chatter nearby, the guards were keeping him company while they waited for Paul to open the door. Doctor Murphy stood outside as he was not allowed in and delivered the important news he had for Paul.
• The word clean came out as clear as daylight during their conversation, to which I could see Paul’s face lighting up with joy. After Paul was done with Doctor Murphy, he stood by the door with a peculiar facial expression, eyes narrowly closed.
• When he finally reached the bed, he engulfed me in an amorous kiss as if to remind me about last night. “Now I can finally taste you. From now on, no more condoms.”
• I was too tired to even care, my body ached and I just wanted to sleep. “Murphy will come and give you the birth control shot later. I don’t want any restrictions between us.”
• My thoughts only stuck to one question, "what was it with Paul wanting to have sex with me when he was surrounded by so many other women who would jump at the opportunity to please him in any manner he chose?"
• I had been up all night riding and reaching for the galaxies and Paul’s enthusiasm only drained me further. He grabbed my breast and played with it. “Rest I want to regain your strength quickly”.
• Clearly, the news must have given the boost of energy he had been waiting for. He hopped in the shower and I fell asleep to the sound of the running water. When I woke up again Paul was not there and the room had been cleaned. There was food on the table, a bowl of granola, some fruit and yoghurt. There was also a bottle of water with a large amount of condensation and a covered glass of orange juice next to it.