Abigail's sexual education became a priority for both of us. Once she discovered that she wasn't "bad" at sex, Abigail became intensely curious about sexual positions and activities which she had yet to try. She still couldn't just come out with it, or say 'Let's do this'. But she started asking me 'Have you ever ...?' If the suggestion came from me, she was more than ready to try it.
I had achieved my goal with Abigail. But I wasn't about to just dump her. Her fragile new confidence would be shattered. I also wanted Abigail to discover what worked for her, what turned
her
on. And, of course, how she could get a future lover to do those things to and with her.
So ensued a period of experimentation. I became the sensei in a small, private, sex dojo, with only one student. As Abigail's teacher, I quickly learned what turned her on. She liked to be told what to do. No humiliation, no degrading acts, and certainly no pain. This was ideal, because I wasn't into any of those things, either.
But she loved it when I ordered her to come over to my place, and stipulated what she should or should not wear. No panties became a clear favorite. When she arrived, I would order her to blow me just inside the door. Or I would sit on the couch and make her perform a striptease for me. I would praise her for those moves which were effective, but I would also tell her to start over if I wasn't particularly aroused.
She became a proficient lap-dancer, but not very inventive. She would repeat the moves that had worked for her before, but wouldn't come up with new ones unless I described them.
I tried tying her up with a couple of old neckties, but that didn't do much for either of us. Fucking her on the balcony of my apartment was also no big deal for Abigail. She wasn't excited by the possibility of being caught. I enjoyed it considerably more than she did.
If it sounds like I had a sex slave ... well, keep in mind that the goal was to help Abigail overcome her fears. She thought that she was lousy in bed, and that her squirting was freakish. I worked hard to cure her of those delusions.
We discovered that reverse cowgirl was not her best position. She didn't mind being on top, if I was directing her movements. But she adored doggy style, spooning, and even being bent over any available piece of furniture and taken from behind.
In the middle of her education, we had a bridge night, this one hosted by Christina. I was very curious to see what her place looked like. Once I could move on from Abigail, I would be able to start wooing Christina, and I needed all the information all I could get.
Christina shared a modest townhouse with her sister (who was conveniently away for the weekend). Beth let slip that the sister was a bit 'wild'. Christina was the responsible one, and paying the entire mortgage by herself. She had good taste in art, on a slender budget. I was particularly interested in the scope and contents of her bookshelves. Christina had quite a few books, from classic novels to philosophy, art and history.
She saw me studying her books. I had my finger on the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam when I heard her speak.
- "Have you read it?" she asked.
- "No. Always meant to, though."
- "You can borrow it, if you like." she offered.
- "Really? That's great. I will."
Abigail was very discreet. She didn't hang on my arm, or throw lingering glances my way. I wasn't sure why, but I was glad of it. Not that our relationship was a secret: these girls talked.
Beth was my partner for the first game, against Massimo and Christina. Beth and I worked well together, while they were like a houseboat and a kayak. Massimo was trying to flirt with both girls at the same time. It didn't seem to be working.
For the second game, I was paired with Jake against Massimo and Carmen. Massimo just kept flirting, this time with his new partner. He was shameless. Carmen didn't seem particularly impressed, either.
We took a break after that match. Beth came over to me.
- "Well, someone seems to have regained her confidence. I wonder what happened? You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
- "I have no idea what you mean." I answered, trying to look innocent.
Beth laughed out loud.
- "Besides," I said, "a gentleman never tells."
