In the evenings after dinner, I usually like to lie on the couch next to my husband David and scroll Facebook for interesting content I can share with him. One evening, my feed contained an intriguing post from the youth division of our local community center. It featured a stock photo of a twenty-something young man with his face buried in his hands. The title read: "8 out of 10 teens and young adults today struggle with navigating the world of sexual relationships in the digital age. You can help."
The post proceeded to explain that many young men and women today have absorbed unhealthy ideas surrounding relationships and sex which they have picked up from the internet, especially online porn. Studies have shown that youth in the digital age engage in much less sex--and even in less wholesome casual relationships between the sexes--than in previous generations. These studies have suggested that instead of learning about sex and relationships from personal experiences of trial and error and from sharing experiences of peers, today's youth instead turn to online porn as their guides. Because of this, the community center was looking for married couples from the community, in order to volunteer to meet with struggling youth and to serve as mentors. The idea was to provide these young men and women positive role models for learning how to develop healthy sexual relationships with their peers, and to help debunk for them the warped ideas they have picked up from the internet. I read the post out loud to David, and he and I both agreed that it was a very worthwhile cause and one that we'd like to volunteer to contribute toward. I sent a message to Cassey, the youth coordinator at the center, and explained that we'd be happy to volunteer to be a mentor-couple, and that we had no preference for mentoring either a boy or a girl. Sarah replied promptly with a few questions to ensure that we were an appropriate couple, and then set a day and time the following week for David and I to be introduced to the young adult that would be assigned to us.
At the appointed time, David and I met Cassey at the community center, and were introduced to Jason, a 20 year-old sophomore in the local college, where he studied philosophy. Jason seemed like a very intelligent and sweet boy--skinny, somewhat tall, and quite shy in demeanor. Truth be told, he was a rather good-looking boy, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and fine features, but he exuded a certain lack of self-confidence which likely did not serve well in attracting girls own his age. David and I shook Jason's hand and David introduced ourselves: "Hi Jason, I'm David, and this is my wife Samantha. I'm 45 and Samantha is 35. We have been together for 12 years, and have been married for 5. Cassey explained to us that Jason had turned to her as the community center's youth counselor because he felt that he was struggling with initiating with girls his age and very much wanted to learn from successful couples with real-life experience. David and I agreed to meet up again with Jason at a local café over the weekend in order to launch the mentorship and to get to know each other a bit better.
David and I met Jason at the café that weekend, and spent a lovely afternoon chatting and getting to know each other and learning about Jason's struggles. Jason shared with us that while he has "made out" two or three times with young women at college parties, he has never gotten beyond this and indeed was still a virgin. He explained that his robust sex drive led him masturbate to porn pretty much on a daily basis, and sometimes even several times a day. He also described how he is worried that the ideas he has picked up from his porn use may be inhibiting his development of real-life relationships with young women his age. "I don't even know what a normal, healthy sexual relationship looks like," he explained. Jason seemed extraordinarily sincere and self-reflective, and both David and I really took a liking to him. We decided that we should meet up again at our home the next weekend, this time for some beers.
The next weekend, Jason came to our home and we all sat in the living-room sharing a round of cold beers. David and I shared a bit about our own sexual relationship--how it started, and how it developed over time. David explained to Jason that while in the beginning we used to go at it everyday, today we generally have sex around three times a week, usually every other day or so. We also gave Jason a bit of details about what our normal sexual activities usually entailed.
Because I am among the majority of women that cannot achieve orgasm through penetration alone, David is always careful to bring me to orgasm before we begin penetrative intercourse, either with his mouth or with his fingers. Jason seemed genuinely intrigued, and appeared to be taking mental notes as we described the basic outlines of our sex life together. Jason, for his part, described for us how he would usually return to his apartment after classes and masturbate while thinking about the pretty female students in the classes he took. Sometimes he would look up pictures that these girls posted of themselves on social media, and he would masturbate to orgasm fantasizing over them. After dinner, he would usually masturbate a second time to online porn. David and I both felt a growing bond with Jason, the kind of bond that can only develop when people voluntarily make themselves vulnerable and share intimate details of their personal lives.
Two hours of talking with Jason flew by as if it were only 10 minutes, and it was time to wrap things up. Before Jason left, he asked if we could all take a selfie together, and David and I of course were happy to oblige. After arranging to meet up again at our home the following weekend, David and I walked Jason to the door to bid farewell. After Jason left and David closed the door behind his, David grabbed me and kissed me passionately in the way which only meant one thing: he was up for a hot round of sex. Truth be told, our conversation with Jason had really riled me up too, and I was very much in the mood.
David lead me to the couch, opened up my jeans and pulled them down together with my panties, lay me down on the couch, and began to lick my pussy and clit. I closed my eyes and involuntarily, the first image that came to my mind was of Jason, lying in his bed, masturbating. As David went down on me with his expert tongue, I pictured Jason lying naked in his bed, and using his right hand to slowly stroke his cock. I was so turned on, I felt like my entire body was ready to explode. As David quickened the pace and gently increased the pressure, circling his tongue around and around on my clit, I imagined Jason taking out his phone and masturbating to the selfie he had taken with David and me a few minutes earlier. I imagined him underdressing me with his lustful eyes, and fantasizing about having me. Soon, Jason was arching his back and shooting rope after rope of cum all over his chest and abdomen. This thought sent me into my own orgasmic ecstasy, and my entire body erupted into one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced.
