As well as the cake and cookie work, College and football kept me busy, my academic results were not marvellous but getting better. My running and fitness had improved until I was seen as a valuable member of the squad. I had several highly successful outings with the team. My reputation was growing.
One by product of my new lifestyle was a new self confidence. A sense of well being that was noticed quickly by my peers. I was stoked when one day after a hard game our football coach remarked how I had matured and how that maturity had strengthened my game.
Girls smiled at me and went out of their way to stop and say hi.
After nearly every game or practice some of the most popular cheer squad beauties stopped to talk to me giggling and flirting skittishly.
One evening when the new cheer squad gathered around the jeep looking for a ride home, their middle aged manager trainer, a spunky muscled blonde, invited me to join her jogging sessions.
Things had changed. I was keen to take advantage of every opportunity.
Later I lay on my back on Angelique‘s queen sized bed whilst she inspected what she called my love tool. “My god the women will love it” she cried. “When you learn to use it properly you will make many women very happy.” she explained, as she admired, then licked, sucked and massaged my balls.
Ever since the cookie run started I had tried hard to get Angelique alone, all to no avail. We had finally found an opportunity and made up for lost time.
Now as we lay recovering she finished inspecting my cock and told me “You need lessons” “You must always give a woman what she wants especially if you want her to come back for more” “Stop being so rough” “Be kind and gentle” “Love my pussy, stroke it, lick it tenderly, gently suck and swallow my juices.” “Don’t call it a cunt that’s a rough word.”
“Its true some women like you to talk rough and dirty” but most ladies will respond more to loving gentle words, than rough rude man handling.
They want to believe that they are the best. That you find them special.
“By all means, tell them that you are going to fuck them.” “But do so after your actions and your words; have made them believe that they and they alone have made you horny.” “Make them believe its special, that it’s not just any old port in a storm,” she added with a wink.
She caressed my cock as she went on “Men like to think that they are the only ones who want sex. Women want it too.” “Yes we need it too; we get horny, we frig ourselves. We really like to have a lover who loves us for ourselves, who doesn’t just want a quick poke.”
“The old wham bam thank you mam is bullshit”
“We want to be seduced.” “We want you to last,” “We want lots of foreplay.”
“If you learn to kiss properly, you will fuck us all.” “Your kiss must exude sex, it must stir my juices, make me melt, make me horny, make me want to fuck”
“I will teach you how to kiss a woman so she will melt in your arms” “It is the best skill any man can have.”
Angelique and I spent many hours together as she taught me what she called the art of seductive kissing.
Angelique was the oldest in the cookie, club her body could not compare with the hard pampered manicured suntanned slim bodies of the rich Boy Scout wives. She was big all over.
She had an earthy oily skinned Greek body.
Her big breasts and thighs had just engulfed me in a session that I would never forget. She was the ultimate sex mother.
“Experience counts” she explained.
As I lay sucking on her extra large brown nipples, I asked why she was teaching me things that most young men never had an opportunity to learn from a woman.
“You’re the son I never had” she explained, as we laid and stroked each other.
