We're a bottle of wine deep and he looks at me from the end of my couch, blushing.
"I just don't know what to do, Lisa. She's so hot and I just can't figure it out."
I rest my hand on his leg and give it a squeeze. Theo rarely comes to me for advice so I know it must be serious.
"What's the issue exactly? You've never really had problems with women before. All the stories you seem to tell me, even if you leave the details out, don't seem to end badly..."
He mutters something I can't hear.
"What?" I drink more wine, preparing myself for a range of possible responses. I can feel myself getting more buzzed.
"She wants to... top me." He trails off at the end and I am only just able to hear what he says.
I start laughing hysterically.
"Stop laughing! It's not funny, I'm being honest. Every time she tries a new position I get nervous and lose my cool."
"Babe, I know. I'm sorry, I thought it was something more serious." I wipe a tear from my eye and straighten my expression.
He's blushing even harder now. For someone so confident, he seems deeply uncomfortable.
"I just thought you would understand better than anyone," he muses, looking at his lap. "You're always complaining about finding men that don't know what they're doing."
That is true, I reflect. Theo and I have been friends for a while and he's often a receptive ear for my romantic challenges. I haven't been able to find a lot of men that want to get topped by a woman, even though I know they must exist. When I do find them, they often don't know what they're doing.
"Well, then... how can I help?" I ask, adjusting myself on the couch to face him.
"I was wondering if... oh god, this is awkward. Maybe you could show me?" He looks at me from the side of his eye and I can see that he means it.
The request catches me off guard. Theo is gorgeous, sure. He is one of the most attractive people I know and I have always thought so. We hooked up once several years ago when we first met, but it didn't end particularly well: now I realize why. We both prefer to top. Maybe it's time for him to learn something new.
I rub my hand further along his leg. "Lie down then."
He listens.
I kiss him deeply and feel his tongue slide into my mouth. God, he feels good.
I trace my tongue down the line of his neck, into the ridges of his ears. He moans and shudders slightly. He starts to push his hips up into me and his hands grab my waist, pulling me into him.
I resist. "Not yet," I say. "You wanted to learn, didn't you?"
He nods, looks into my eyes, and I kiss him again.
I can feel him growing harder below me and adjust myself so that my clit touches the tip of his cock. He's pushing against me more gently now and I can feel how badly he needs it. He'll have to wait.
I take his hands and place them on my chest. He squeezes my nipples and it's my turn to moan and shudder. I am warm and wet, I didn't realize how badly I'd wanted him this whole time.
I push him down into the couch and feel along his length. He's so, so hard. I can feel a small patch of precum blooming on the front of his jeans. He tries to reach up to kiss me and I push him back into the couch.
