Adventures with Charlotte
Part 4
I was more than happy to accept pointers from Charlotte. I really liked Danielle and wanted to please her. I also really enjoyed my little game with Charlotte, and wanted to make her happy, too. So, anything she could teach me I was willing to learn.
For her part, Danielle was happily enjoying the benefits of this arrangement, even though she had no idea where they were coming from. The new techniques I was learning seemed to be doing the trick. She never questioned anything I was doing, or (thankfully) where I learned it. I think Charlotte was getting a bit of a thrill from it, as well. She and I kept exchanging knowing glances at each other behind Danielle's back, as if constantly amused by an inside joke.
As a lover, I honestly thought I was pretty good at what I did. At least, I had never gotten any complaints that I was aware of. However, under Charlotte's instruction, I realized just how much I didn't know I didn't know.
"The vagina is a bundle of nerve endings all over," she said.
"I know that," I replied, and I actually did.
"Yes, but how much of that are you actually stimulating? When you finger Danielle, what exactly do you do?"
I demonstrated as best I could. I held up two fingers, pressed together, and cupped my other hand like a vagina. I inserted my fingers into my other hand, and showed her how I moved them in and out.
"I mean...there's nothing wrong with that," Charlotte said.
"It usually gets the job done."
"Probably not as often as you think," she smirked, "and not as effectively. Let me show you something."
She held out her two fingers, just as I had, and mimed inserting them. Then, she spread them apart like a peace sign, and started moving them in a come-here motion.
"And if you want to get really fancy, you can do this..."
She maintained the same motion, but now moved each finger independently, not together as one. She also moved her thumb in a circular motion, as if against the clit.
"That looks effective," I said.
"I do this to myself all the time," she said. "Guaranteed to get a good reaction."
And she was not wrong. Just two nights later I used that exact move on Danielle, and she nearly lost her mind. Her vagina muscles clamped down on my fingers, and she grabbed onto my wrist for leverage. Her eyes shot open and she locked her gaze with mine, her expression wanton and breathless. Her legs shook when her orgasm hit. She threw herself back onto the bed, pushed a pillow over her face, and I could just barely hear her screaming from beneath it.
The next morning, Charlotte high-fived me as we passed in the hallway.
Charlotte was still getting no shortage of action herself. She started seeing this guy named Ethan. Tall guy. Deep of voice, broad of chest and thick of beard. Cool dude, too. We actually hung out once or twice when he came over. Judging from the sounds Charlotte made whenever he spent the night, she was definitely pleased with his performance.
"I need some details," I told her one day. We had just sat down to share a pizza for dinner.
"What?" she teased. "You can't get enough of a mental picture from my screaming alone?"
"I have a pretty vivid imagination," I admitted. "But a little extra information always helps."
"What do you want to know?"
"How big is he?"
"Decent length," she said. "About eight inches. He has nice girth, too."
"Circumcised?"
"Yeah," she said, giggling. "I actually prefer that. I don't mind an uncut guy, but I like the way it looks the other way better."
"Are we talking preferences now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think we're beyond the level of comfort where such questions are definitely on the table."
"What's your favorite position?" I continued, taking that as permission.
"I like to be on top," Charlotte said, without the slightest hint of awkwardness. "I like to have some control. Not that I mind when the guy takes charge, but I can move differently that way."
"I'm sure you move around plenty," I said. "You don't seem the type to just lie there like a dead fish."
"Never," she agreed. "Where's the fun in that? No, I always fuck back, no matter what position I'm in. But I find that guys don't always take instruction very well, so being on top lets me fuck exactly how I want."
"I kinda like when the woman is on top, too," I said.
"Do you just lie there and let her do the work, then?"
"Of course not! I'm working my hips right along with her the whole time. And I can always find something to do with my hands or tongue."
"Atta boy!"
That gave me plenty to work with whenever Ethan stayed the night after that. I laid in my room and stroked myself, trying to match my pace with theirs, and picturing Charlotte straddled across him. Every time I caught a change in her tone, I imagined her riding him slightly differently. Bouncing up and down on his cock. Grinding against it. Moving her hips in a circular motion.
I had gotten really good at timing my orgasms with hers, too. I had learned how to edge myself, and how to hold off just enough to keep myself there without actually cumming. Charlotte rarely made a secret of it when she came, quick to announce it at the top of her lungs. Still, on the rare occasions she didn't, I still tell.
I told her this at one point, and she admitted she did the same thing.
"I love edging myself," she said, excitedly. "I do it every time. With or without your input."
"I only ever do it when I'm listening to you," I said. "I may have to try it on my own sometime."
"You really should," Charlotte insisted, nodding emphatically. Then another thought occurred to her. "Do you still have that vibrator?"
"Yeah," I said. "I cleaned it, though. Sorry I forgot to give it back. Let me just-"
"No," she said, stopping me as I turned toward my room. "I was going to say you should use it."
"I have," I said.
"On yourself?"
"No, not on me." Honestly, the idea had never actually occurred to me.
"Try it with that," she said, again nodding with enthusiasm.
Generally, Charlotte and I were becoming more comfortable with each other in other ways. We talked very openly about sex, our preferences, and even past experiences. But we were also much more physically comfortable.
When she had first moved in, we both made it a point to be very modest around each other. Always fully dressed, even when just in sleepwear. Now, Charlotte had no qualms about walking around the apartment in just a long t-shirt, with or without parties. A few times I even caught her walking around in just her panties. I also didn't mind walking about in just my boxers or a towel. If one of us was in a bathrobe, it was just understood there was nothing else underneath.
Physical touch was becoming more common, too. Sometimes we'd hunker down to watch a movie together, and she would lay down on the couch with her head or her bare feet in my lap. I would often do the same, or just put my arm around her and let her snuggle up for warmth. This was also common in the evenings when I brought work home with me and she would write lesson plans.
One time, after a rather intense session with Danielle, Charlotte passed me on the way to the bathroom and actually slapped my ass as if to say, "Good game!"
A few nights later, I came home later from work than usual. Danielle was working late, too, so we agreed to see each other another night. I was pretty beat when I got back to the apartment, but I was immediately greeted with the sounds of Charlotte moaning in pleasure.
"Fuck!" she cried. "So fucking good! Mm!"
I smiled to myself as I started to undress in the hallway. I unbuttoned my shirt, and started undoing my belt. By the time I got back to my room, I easily slipped out of my clothes and fell onto the bed, my duck hard as a rock. I listened intently to Charlotte's screaming, picturing Ethan lying beneath her as she rode him like there was no tomorrow.
I started on myself slowly, intending to edge myself as I usually did. Then I remembered Charlotte's advice and decided to take it. I reached into the drawer of my bedside table, and pulled out the vibrator.
At first, I wasn't exactly sure was to do with it. I looked at it curiously, gently running my fingers up and down my shaft. As I brushed my thumb along the underside of the head, I got an idea. That spot always felt especially good, so I clicked on the vibrator and held it there.
I was not wrong. It felt amazing! My head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed tight, and I moaned louder than I meant to. I quickly got control of myself, and fought to keep my breathing low and even. Still, I held the vibrator where it was, and continued stroking myself with my other hand.
Jerking off had never felt this good.
I still heard Charlotte from the other room. She went silent for a moment, then resumed and I assumed they had switched positions.
"God yes! That's the fucking spot! Yes!" Then she dissolved into wordless groaning.
Feeling somewhat inspired, I moved the vibrator down my shaft, keeping it in contact the whole way. To my surprise, every movement just felt better and better. I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out, it felt so fucking good. When I reached the base of my shaft, I held the vibrator in place, resting it just above my balls.
I quickly sat up, gasping for breath and fighting to maintain control. That spot was the best yet! I started moving my hips along with my hand, humping the vibrator as it worked its magic. I was panting and groaning and grunting, fighting the urge to let loose and cry out.
I could feel my orgasm building. I was likely to cum at any second. Just before it hit, I pulled the vibrator away and let go of myself. I cut it close. A single drop of cum escaped, but I held myself back. I fell back on the bed and tried to catch my breath.
Charlotte was relentless, never breaking her stride for a moment. I heard her moaning shift gears and I knew she was about to cum herself. Then, all of a sudden she went dead silent. She stayed that way for a while. Longer than it would have taken to just switch positions. That's when I realized, she was edging, too.
A second later she began again. Her moaning started out slow. Just a low, but noticeable change in her breathing. Then she started to moan in earnest, letting it build up as she got closer and closer. I heard to stifle a scream behind gritted teeth.
"GODDAMNIT! Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! That's the fucking spot! Hell! Fucking! Yes!"
I started stroking myself again, replacing the vibrator at the base of my shaft. I quickened my pace, sensing that this would be it for her this time. She was definitely about to let herself cum, and I was going to time it to join her.
I laid my head back again, and actually arched my back as I moved my hips. I kept working my cock, running my thumb over the head, and keeping the vibrator firmly in place. I felt my balls tighten, and knew I was about to burst.
"Yes! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"
I heard her scream, letting loose with everything she had. At the same instant I moved the vibrator again, pressing it between my legs under my balls.
"JESUS FUCK!"
I couldn't help it. My own cry shook the room as I came hard. Squirt after squirt of pearly white shot out, landing on my chest and across my stomach. The first shot actually reached all the way up to my next. I kept stroking until I was sure I was empty, then laid back down and turned the vibrator off.
I just laid there for several minutes. It felt like an hour. It was all I could do to catch my breath. My vision was actually a little blurry. When it finally cleared, I slowly stood up and made my way to the bathroom.
As I stepped out into the hallway, I was met by Charlotte coming from the bathroom herself.
"Oh," she said, stopping quickly and giving my naked body a quick scan. "Sorry. It's all yours."
"No problem," I said. Then I noticed her bathroom door was open. "Oh, shit!"
"What?"
"Um...Ethan," I said.
"What about him?"
