He whispered his first sentence to me like he was confessing to a priest. "I have never done this before." Four little words, shaky and thrilled, and kitten, I felt my whole evening rearrange itself around them. A first timer. A genuine, never called a girl like me in his life, first timer. Do you have any idea what a gift that is to a tease like me? A blank page with a heartbeat and, if his voice was anything to go by, a very hard problem in his pants he did not know what to do with.
Most men call me already knowing the choreography. He had nothing but nerves and a want he could barely name. So I slowed all the way down, and I started his education the way every good education starts. With my own body as the textbook.
"Here is what I am doing while you talk to me," I told him, and I let my hand slide down my stomach, into my panties, and I described every inch of it out loud. How wet I already was from his nervous honesty. How I circled my clit slow with two fingers while I spread my legs wider on the bed. I made him picture my fingers sliding inside my pussy, curling, pumping, my thumb never leaving my clit, and I did not fake a single sound, because kitten, I was actually doing it, and a first timer deserves a real girl getting really off to the sound of his first time. My breathing went ragged right in his ear. "That is what you do to me," I whispered. "Now let me do it to you."
I talked him out of his pants like a safecracker. "Take your cock out. Wrap your hand around it. Slow, from the base, just feel how hard I have made you." I set his pace with my voice and my own fingers matched him stroke for stroke, both of us touching ourselves in two different rooms like one body. I told him when to squeeze the head, when to spit in his palm and make it slick and dirty, when to speed up while I fucked myself faster and moaned his name into the phone. He kept saying my name like a prayer he had just learned. "Brooklyn, I am going to, I have never, it feels too good, I cannot hold it."
"Do not hold it," I purred, my own fingers flying, my pussy clenching around them. "Come for me. First time is free of all my rules. Come hard and let me hear every bit of it."
He came with a shout that probably scared his neighbors, stroking through it while I came right with him, my legs shaking, fingers buried in myself, gasping his name into the phone so his first time ended with a girl cumming because of him. If you have read about the night I talked a man through every stroke, you know I take instruction seriously. With a first timer, I take it personally, and personally is so much filthier.
He called again two nights later. He has a favorite girl now, and a whole new section of his brain with my name on the door.
So here is my question, kitten. Are you still out there hovering, thumb over the number, never had a girl talk you through touching yourself until you came undone? Because I remember exactly how I treat a first timer, slow, filthy, and completely unforgettable, and I am on PhoneBuckFuck for a dollar a minute of tease with a very happy ending. Call me and tell me it is your first time. I will know exactly what to do with that, and by the end of it, so will you.