Free The Lessons by Elizabeth Brown Page B

saw her again, I’d be done for the day. Apparently, each time I see her, I’m ruined. I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t concentrate on anything else. It didn’t even make sense, I mean, I barely know the girl. Why was she affecting me so strongly?
    Generally it goes like this: I’m having a good day. Maybe even great. I see her, and everything is amazing until she leaves. Then it’s like I have a hangover or something. My mind is clouded, and I can’t quite focus. Okay, I admit, the hard-on in my pants is a big part of the distraction too. After the last time I saw her, I had to jack off twice just to relax. I hadn’t had a boner like that since I was fifteen.
    I walked out of my room and silently cursed my roommate. I’d known him since college, and he wasn’t a bad guy, but he was a slob. He was always having different girls over to the apartment and his Big Move was to cook for them, which always left the kitchen a mess. Yep, he was a messy man-slut. However, the house I’d inherited from my parents was way too big for one person, and he paid the rent on time, so I put up with it. I took a frying pan off the stove and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing an apple and heading back to my room to get ready. I was too nervous to eat anything more.
    I took a bite of the apple and stood in front of my closet, trying to pick out something to wear. My thoughts drifted back to Natalie and I found myself wondering what kind of man she normally went for. She was so green, so innocent. What she needed was someone to take charge and show her the ropes, but I bet she didn’t even know that was what she needed. I mean, how could she? I stuck the apple in my mouth and grabbed some clothes off the hangers. I was a selfish bastard—again and again I had an opportunity to just turn and walk away, but instead I went to the shower and prepped for our appointment.
     
    Natalie
    The work week was flying by and before I knew it, it was Friday and time for Appointment Number Two. And here I was again, in the office with Ryan. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, and instead kept my eyes trained on my knees, wondering what today’s appointment would entail.
    “So,” he began, “did you do your homework?”
    I looked up. Ryan was sitting opposite me and thumbing through his notebook. The question was so casual, so nonchalant— was he seriously asking me if I’d masturbated after our last appointment? Jesus. I rubbed my forehead and contemplated my response.
    “I wasn’t aware I had much choice in the matter,” I deadpanned.
    Ryan didn’t look up from the notebook, choosing instead to make some notes. I tried to imagine what he could possibly be writing. Was he putting a little check plus next to masturbatory skills?
    “Did you use penetration?” he asked, still writing.
    My eyes widened slightly at the question. Had he just asked if I’d used a dildo? Man, he was so casual about it. “Um, no,” I said, looking everywhere but at him. What if I had said yes? Would he ask me what color?
    “Clitoral stimulation?”
    I tensed, remembering my little adventure after our last appointment. “Uh, yeah.” I prayed he wouldn’t ask me what I fantasized about. If he did, I would have to lie. And I wasn’t sure what to say.
    “And you were able to achieve orgasm?” He looked up from his notebook for this question and right into my eyes. I was taking a break from my contacts today, and was wearing the same glasses I’d been wearing when we’d met. Maybe I’d worn them for him. I don’t know. In either case, I couldn’t handle his eye contact. I pulled off my glasses and stuck them on top of my head, causing the entire room to turn delightfully blurry. It made it much easier to talk when I couldn’t be distracted by the man across from me. As uncomfortable as he made me, he was one sexy motherfucker. That, I definitely couldn’t deny.
    “Um, yes.” Achieve orgasm made it sound so technical, so