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."
- "The hell they don't!" said Beth. "Or maybe I just don't know very many gentlemen. Seriously, though ..." Beth leaned closer, and lowered her voice. "Have you noticed her bidding? Her card play?"
- "No, I haven't been at the same table."
- "Watch her." suggested Beth. "She's bidding quicker. Less hesitation. And she's smiling. Whatever you're doing, it's working."
In the final game, Darren and I played Carmen and Christina. With two beautiful women at my table, I wasn't about to stare across at the other players. But when Darren played a bid for us, I got up to refresh my drink. I listened to the bidding at the other table. Beth was right; Abigail was taking less time, and looking more confident.
I rewarded my pupil's performance by taking her home after bridge. I pinned her to my bed and ate her out until she gushed all over my sheets. Then I put her legs up, with her ankles around my ears, and fucked her hard. I was merciless, slamming into her repeatedly, my balls bouncing off her ass cheeks. I pulled out at the last second, and came all over her tits and stomach.
Abigail helped me clean up, then snuggled close and fell asleep in my arms. All on her own initiative.
*****
Massimo challenged me to a game of squash. He had news for me, too.
- "I banged Carmen again." he said. "So we're all even. Two-two. I heard you fucked Abigail, even though you didn't say anything."
The Scott factor hadn't lasted very long. Ah, well - no harm done. Unbeknownst to Massimo, I had invited Abigail to come to the fitness club. I also told her who I was playing squash with.
As we were warming up, I glanced up at the glass-covered visitors' gallery. Sure enough, Abigail was there. And she had taken pains with her appearance. The girl looked awesome. To my surprise, though, she wasn't alone. She had brought Christina along for company. Or moral support? Even though Abigail was dressed to kill, I thought that Christina looked even better, with minimal make-up and casual clothing.
Massimo noticed them, too. He waved. Nothing would please him more than to humiliate me in front of my 'girlfriend', a woman he had banged and dumped, while simultaneously impressing the girl he was planning to seduce.
But I had other plans. I had been playing regularly, especially with the two guys ahead of me on the squash ladder. They kicked my ass, but I learned a few useful tricks and honed my game. I was ready for Massimo.
