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be fine. Now this is the part where I show you some moves. Can we move to the bed?”
    Paul looked around as if he were being watched.
    “Sure,” he said.
    We entered his bedroom, which was completely empty aside from his mattress and a small nightstand housing a lamp and a phone charger.
    “Keeping it simple?” I joked.
    Paul smiled weakly and shuffled in front of me, holding his pants up as he made his way to the mattress.
    “You can take them off, you know,” I said.
    “Right,” he said as he slowly stripped himself from the waist down.
    “Why not the shirt, too?” I suggested.
    “Okay,” he said, pulling his tee up over his head.
    “Do you play sports or something?” I said, noticing his physique.
    “Volleyball at the YMCA,” he answered.
    “Right,” I said, remembering him mentioning that at some point.
    I started taking my pants off as well. Paul immediately began tidying the bed. He fluffed the pillows and straightened the comforter.
    “There’s no point in doing that, you know?” I said.
    “I just want it to look nice,” he replied.
    My clothes were on the floor. The mattress bounced as I flopped onto it. With my legs open wide, I began warming myself up. Paul kept his back to me.
    “Okay,” I called. “I’m ready.”
    “Are you sure?” he said to the wall in front of him.
    “Absolutely,” I said confidently. “Now get over here.”
    He slowly turned himself on the bed. His socks were still on.
    “What am I supposed to do?” he asked.
    “Alright,” I began. “You know the basic anatomy, right? Labia, clitoris, et cetera?”
    “Sure,” he said, trying not to look at my pussy as I pointed to the various parts.
    “Well, basically, you just rub the inside with a couple fingers and use your tongue all over the outside, the clit, and inside, too,” I explained.
    “How do I know if I’m doing it right?” he asked.
    “I’ll tell you,” I said. “She’ll tell you,” I corrected.
    “So, go ahead?” he said.
    “Go right ahead,” I said, closing my eyes.
    Paul’s tongue entered me and I moaned encouragingly. His fingers grazed the outside of my pussy. I reached down and assisted him.
    Once his hand got going, I let him on his own. He was lapping at my clit, pressing deep. He dipped his fingers lightly in me.
    “Oh, Paul,” I murmured, running my palms through his hair. “You’re sure you’ve never?”
    Paul hummed an answer from down below. It didn’t matter.
    “Yeah, just like that,” I instructed. “You’re so good.”
    He continued to pay attention to me. I rolled my hips toward his tongue, wanting it deeper and deeper.
    I opened my eyes lazily and gazed down. Paul’s dick was slowly stiffening. I put a hand on his shoulder and stroked the parts of his back that I could reach.
    “Is this okay?” he asked, coming up for air.
    “Keep going,” I ordered, guiding his head back to my crotch.
    Paul continued to rub and tongue me. Nervously, he placed a hand under my ass to steady himself.
    “Yeah, do that,” I said. “Grab my ass.”
    His grip became more confident. He pressed his face deeper into me.
    I let out a moan and grabbed my breasts, rocking my body in sync with him.
    My skin felt a draft. I realized one of his hands had left me. It migrated between his legs, where he began rubbing himself.
    “Liking it?” I asked seductively.
    Paul looked up at me. “Yeah,” he said. His head shook in disbelief.
    “Are you ready?” I asked.
    “I think so,” he replied. “I have to find a condom.”
    “Shit,” I hissed. “Yeah. You have one, right?”
    “Pretty sure,” he said, searching the lone nightstand in the room. “These things don’t go bad, do they?” he asked as he produced a small foil packet.
    “I’m sure it will be fine,” I said. “Just put it on.”
    Paul unrolled the condom over his dick. The lube glistened.
    “Get back where you were, put your arms on either side of me, and I’ll help you from there,” I said.
    He complied and