Chapter 17 #2
“Yeah, a lot of porn is bullshit, generally,” Leo confirms. “Some of it is more authentic, like the amateur stuff, but in general take it with fries to go, because it’s made for instant gratification.
It’s wank fodder, a bit of fun, but not sex gospel.
” He smirks. “Sex gospel. Coined it, claimed it, making t-shirts.”
“No more damn t-shirts,” Eli says with an eye roll, and then turns back to me.
“So, we can give you general advice, and the benefit of what we both know from our own experiences, but bear in mind these were with specific women. There’s no step by step guide or one size fits all approach.
Just the opposite. You’ll need to figure out what Liaden likes, specifically.
And although that might sound daunting, that’s actually the fun part. ”
“Fuckin’ A,” Leo agrees. “How confident are you with where everything is on a woman’s body?”
I consider his question. So I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to find her clitoris, but I’m not totally clear on the G spot.
“OK, so that actually leads me to my first point,” Eli says.
“What I’ve always found useful, especially with new partners, is not to just take my mouth straight downstairs as step one.
While I’m kissing her and she’s naked, I use my fingers first. Touch different parts of her, all the parts you’ve thought about kissing, from her head to her toes, do it.
And do it in different ways, harder, softer, so you can see what she responds best to.
It’s a really good indicator of where and how you need to concentrate your efforts when you finally do go south. ”
"That’s good advice,” Leo tells me. “You can see what kind of pressure and speed she likes on her clit, whether she likes circles, a side to side motion, up and down, that sort of thing.”
“And then it’ll help you find her G spot, and it’ll tell you a lot about how she wants it touched.” Eli frowns thoughtfully. “Usually it’s about, what, two inches?”
“Yeah, about that,” Leo agrees, demonstrating by discreetly crooking his finger, “go pad up so you’re touching her front wall, and about two inches inside, you’ll feel an area around the size of a dime, once she’s turned on enough.”
“But the thing is,” Eli chips in, “not every woman gets a lot out of it. I’ve been with women who loved when I played with theirs, and I’ve had lovers who didn’t react. It depends on each individual woman.”
“Yep, that’s true. And if you want to know if your girl is in Team Yay G Spot or not, once she’s all warmed up and wet, do the come hither motion,” Leo mimes the gesture, “gently but firmly where we said, and trust me, you’ll soon know if she’s into it.”
OK , I reply, frantically trying to remember everything they’ve said so far. Knowing we’ve just barely scratched the surface. Sorry, it’s just been such a long time since Callie, and…we only went so far. They nod in understanding.
“Also, remember that the clit is not just the little nub at the top. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.
The full thing goes deeper and stretches further.
” Eli whips out his cell and shows me an image he quickly Googled of the entire clitoris, both the visible part at the top and the hidden curves of it under her skin.
Whoah. That’s…pretty incredible, actually.
Looks like a wishbone , I say, laughing.
Leo hoots. “Oh my god, it does! Behold, a new marketing campaign…” He grabs his cell and opens an app to make notes.
Eli chuckles. “But yeah, anyway, don’t just concentrate on the top. There’s so much else to explore.” He gets a faraway look in his eyes.
“Damn straight.” Leo wears a similar smile that also speaks of pleasant memories. “One long, slow lick up her pussy can tell you a lot about what’s good for her if you pay attention.”
See, this is useful information. All the stuff I’ve seen so far just tells you to concentrate on the clit, as in just the obvious part you can see at the top. It didn’t mention any of this stuff.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Leo says, “but I’m just giving the benefit of my own meandering experience. Mileage varies.”
“Oh, while I think about it,” Eli adds, “check whether she likes direct contact with her clit, or whether she wants you to rub her over the hood. Very important to get that right, or you could hurt her a little if she’s too sensitive without.”
“Yeah, especially after she comes,” Leo agrees. “If she pushes you away, or squirms to get away from you, stop until further notice. Some women just need a minute, others are done. She’ll let you know.”
I take a large gulp of shandy. So, speaking of…I mean, what can I do with her clit that’ll really…you know…drive her wild, in a good way?
“OK, so,” Leo says, stretching his arms carelessly above his head, “I’m gonna tell you what I do with every one night stand.
It’s advice I got from the guy I apprenticed for before I opened Wishbone, and it’s never steered me wrong.
You use the tip of your tongue, and do the alphabet on her clit.
Literally trace out letters. Spell words out, if you like.
I’ve been told it feels good anyway, and sometimes you stumble on a letter that makes her moan and thrash about, and you just keep doing that one.
Like this one time, Jana was her name, and I’ve never forgotten it…
she was all about the D, in more ways than one. ” He clicks his fingers. “Boom.”
Eli whistles quietly. “I’m trying that on Em.” He looks at me. “The other thing you can do, of course, is just ask her what she wants.”
“Mmm,” Leo hums as he drinks, “probably the best advice anyone could ever give you: talk to her and ask her what she likes. And then do it.”
“What she says, goes.” Eli finishes his Doom Bar.
“And don’t forget that it can take a while, OK?
” Leo gives me the most serious face I think I’ve ever seen him wear.
“You might need to do things for a good long while. Some women get off quickly, others may need foreplay for a long time before they get there. Both ways, and anything in between, are normal, and can vary depending on her mood. But all good things to those who - ”
Wait , I finish for him with a nod.
He shakes his head. “No. All good things to those who put in the effort, pay attention, and have patience.”
And this is why I asked them both for the inside track.
I didn’t come across any of these kind, human details when I Googled for tips.
I’m not sure if everything is now going to be easier or more complicated with this added knowledge from people I trust, but I’m grateful nonetheless.
This is the unknown unknown, and I am glad as hell I know these things before I start.
Possibly the advantage of being older and more mature when cashing in my V card.
But now for the big one.
OK, so how will I know if she’s definitely…enjoyed it…and hasn’t just faked it?
Eli and Leo swap a look and grin broadly.
“Ah, mate,” Leo says happily, a wistful look in his eyes, “it’s one of the best things about being alive, when you’ve made your partner come. There is nothing in this world quite like it. ”
“I mean, once again, this all depends on the person you’re with. No two people come exactly alike,” Eli warns, “but there are tells you can look out for.”
“Some women tremble,” Leo offers.
“Yep. And some women make noises, some don’t.”
“But a big clue is, her pussy will rhythmically clench and throb a few times. And she’ll get even wetter. If you’ve gotten her to this stage, you’ve already made her pretty god damn wet, but let me tell you.” Leo winks. “Even. Wetter. It’s great .”
“I’ve got to say, though, if you think she’s faked her orgasm, that’s a cue for you to talk to her, because that’s a clear sign that something needs sorting out.
But be kind,” Eli adds. “Women are conditioned by basically the entire world to think they have to perform for us, and the pressure is immense. Trust me on this.”
“And sometimes, it just ain’t happening for her, and that’s OK,” Leo says firmly.
“Don’t make her feel worse by trying to force the issue, or looking on it as an affront to your masculinity, or whatever fucking bollocks.
Just be led by her. Back to the whole ‘what she says, goes’ thing.
Maybe she’ll want to try something different, or try again later.
Just do what she asks, and be open to it all. ”
“Yes. That.” Eli points at Leo and grins.
“Although, one of my favourite telltale signs is when her toes tighten up. It’s an involuntary reflex, so if you’re ever unsure, look at her toes.
” His face softens. “And the way she looks at me afterwards, like there’s nowhere she’d rather be than right there in my arms, like she trusts me with this part of herself and…
god, the love in her eyes… If I was standing, it’d bring me to my knees.
Every time.” He stands. “And now if you’ll excuse me…
” He picks up his phone and presses call.
“Em. Go back to bed, chere . That’s an order. ”
Leo and I laugh as we watch him go, giving us a backward wave.
He drains the dregs of his pint. “One more?” I nod, and he asks a passing waitress to put two pints on his tab.
Thanks. And thanks for not laughing at me.
He shakes his head with a puzzled gust of laughter. “Why would I?” he asks. “You’re doing the right thing by your woman, and that’s what a good man does. She’s a lucky lady to have someone who cares that it’s good for her, too, and will take whatever steps to make sure that happens.”
I flap my hand dismissively.