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"A married couple moved into the house in back of ours about 10 months ago. Young, 26, 27, around there. Nice guy. Looked great in shorts when cutting the grass. I watched. Nice wife too, in shorts she's a winner. I didn't look at her too much, I looked at him. Tray looked at her.
My husband, Tray, and I were in our middle thirties. I don't like to say that but what are you gonna do. Tray and I made an agreement, years ago, look but don't touch. Got him worked up now and then. I got the benefit. Got me worked up now and then. I got the benefit.
We met them at the middle yard divide once, small line of trees. We have a pool. They have a pool. His name is Reed, hers is Lucy. I'm home some days, she's home some days, we wave at each other.
She called from the tree line one day, "Can I come over?"
"Sure," I said, "Glad for the company."
We talked for a while and had some iced tea. She seemed to grow a little quieter and maybe more serious.
She said, "Sage, can I ask you something, personal like?"
"Sure," I said. "Us girls can always talk personal stuff. We have to stick together. What can I help you with?"
She looked off towards somewhere and said, "I don't know how to make love to Reed."
Of all the wonderful answers that can be brought to bear to that statement all I could come with was, "Ok."
"I haven't done very much, I mean, you know, in school. I don't know things. We do about the same things all the time and I think he's getting tired of the same things all the time and I don't know what else to do that he might like."
She turned and looked at me but didn't cry. Closed lips, wide smile, eyebrows down, waiting. She said, "Maybe I could tell you about it some and maybe you could see a way to help." I nodded yes. "We do the mission thing, all the time, nothing else. We shower together sometimes. I keep my pants on when I go to bed so he can take them off. He likes that. I leave them off. He likes that." I raised my eyebrows at her and she said, "That's mostly it. I don't know how to love him."
I said, "Lucy, can you come over tomorrow after dinner. Tray will be home and we'll see what we can come up with."
"Sure," she said, "Reed works from about 3 in the afternoon until almost midnight. I'm free in the evenings so that works out great. He has to do that for the next three months and then it's normal day work. He's training the evening shift at the plant."
When Reed got home I explained everything and asked if he could see a way to help considering it involved sex and some explaining or teaching. At first he did the man thing, "Sure, it's the best offer I've had all week. We need more babes that need sex instructions. If she needs it, I got it. Bring her on."
"You don't remember when I didn't know anything do you? Think about it and try not to do it studly," I said. "Remember what you taught me? Maybe Reed doesn't know what to teach. A few conversations might make a big difference in their lives and you don't want to be taking advantage."
"Yeaw I know," he said. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. If you're willing then between the two of us we should be able to help. We'll see how it goes tomorrow."
Lucy came over about 7 and we had a glass of wine so she would relax and we slowly got into a discussion over what to do.
"I've heard about other positions and things but I don't really know what they are or how to do them. I just need someone that knows all about sex and really sexy positions and what my part is and I think Reed will sorta follow along until he thinks it's his idea. I can get the new things into our routine slowly. If I show him too much too soon I'll get confused." She stopped talking and just looked at us, one then the other, waiting.
"Well. Why don't I mention a position I like and I know Tray likes and Tray can describe how he gets it going and see if you want to find out about that particular one? If that goes well, we can discuss some other ones. I don't know how detailed you want me to be and what about language? Sometimes the language can get to be pretty erotic in sex talk."
"Good." She said. "That sounds great and be as detailed as you can. I probably won't remember everything you say but I remember a lot when I watch and I'm almost perfect when I experience it. I watched somebody do the mission and I practiced with a big pillow. If it's too personal just say so. I know most of the words and they don't embarrass me at all. I kind of like them. Sexy. What's first?"
"Well, ok," I said. "I like the spooning position. That's where I have my back to his front. He can reach over to my breasts and nipples and all the way down between my legs."
"You mean your pussy, don't you? That's what Reed and I call it. It's giggly."
"Yes, and when he gets hard he plays with my butt crack with his . . . Is it ok to say Cock?"
"Oh sure. You can use any of the words. I usually say cdp or just prick. It's giggly."
"What is cdp, I don't think I've heard that one?" Sage said.
"Oh, it means cock dick prick. I used to use it a lot. It seems to work without surprising anybody and they just smile."