Lessons Ch. 02

Barbara sat by herself at the breakfast table, picking at a bowl of fresh fruit. Her toast and eggs sat on the plate, lukewarm at best. She hadn't had much of an appetite after what had transpired between her and her personal fitness instructor, Adam, the day before. She didn't regret the encounter as much as she assumed she would, but Barbara still felt conflicted.

Less than twenty-four hours had passed since she confided her marital problems to Adam; marital problems that were triggered by a lacking sex life between Barbara and her husband, Victor. Barbara had never known anything but a constructed, moral life, and had been brought up to know sex as a tool of procreation and affection only. Anything beyond that, she was told, was wrong; everything from experimentation with positions other than missionary to physical relations before marriage to oral sex. These ideals were instilled in her early in life and she'd always held true to them, much to Victor's chagrin.

Victor was more free and open, and lack of variety did nothing but to discourage his stimulation. He had been bored for years. It had long been his desire to experiment with the very things Barbara had been warned about. He had had pre-marital relations before Barbara entered his life, and he was longing to be satisfied in other ways. He wanted to share oral stimulation with his wife, try new positions and locations; it was always on the bed, always the missionary position and always without much foreplay, if any. Victor no longer had any desire for the routine stimulation and he craved something more.

Barbara was always in an ethical tug-of-war over the sex issue. What her family and church taught her throughout her life was something she was dedicated to, since she trusted both sources; but the woman in her felt a twinge of wanting to express more of her sensual side. There was something alluring about the women she saw; the ones who were comfortable with their sexuality and expressed it without care. It was a freedom that Barbara had often wondered about. What was it like? How did it feel?

The thoughts of sexual expression were short and brief for Barbara, usually. Her conscience and her tireless devotion to her morals intervened before too long and Barbara found herself riddled with guilt over, what she perceived were, impure thoughts. She had tried to persuade Victor to be patient with her in the bedroom, as she attempted to convince herself to try new things, a little at a time; but Victor was not interested in being Barbara's teacher, nor was he enthusiastic about having to be even more patient than he felt he had already been.

With Victor staying in the guest house, presumably due to Barbara's inability to explore other avenues of a person's sex life, Barbara turned to her friend Adam for advice. Adam, who had molded Barbara physically over the past two-and-a-half years as her personal trainer, had become a trusted confidant and, as a man, was Barbara's only hope that she might find the solution to solve her sexual limitations.

Advice was not in the cards, however. Barbara soon learned through Adam's trusted judgment that she would need to practice the actual sexual acts she had been hoping to learn through discussion. As was explained to her, sexual pleasure had to be fully experienced before it could be understood what it meant to give that kind of physical satisfaction to another. Deep down, Barbara understood that. As a result, she relinquished and allowed Adam to put their friendship to the test by seducing her vagina with his fingers. The oral satisfaction was a first for Barbara, and she orgasmed quietly but happily.

As her eggs congealed on the cold plate beside her, Barbara thought about what she had done and what lay ahead. She'd allowed a man other than her husband to bring her to orgasm, in a way she'd never experienced, and she had made arrangements to allow her body to be the pages on which the lessons would be written.

Barbara felt a sting, like she'd betrayed her husband. She reasoned that she was only allowing what was happening in order to be a better lover for Victor, and that Victor had had a one-night stand with another woman not too long before. Barbara picked at her fruit a little more. She didn't feel wrong for what she was doing, but her upbringing weighed on her. Barbara knew that she would atone for her methods, and she felt the ends justified the means.

And then there was Adam. Did she put him in an irreparable position? Did she compromise his morals? Was their friendship ever to remain the same? Would they look at one another in a different light? She thought about him and felt a slight twinge. He had been so gentle with her the day before, and he was the first to say that they were friends and nothing more. She felt right to trust him, and she knew he was the man to help her.

Barbara was confident in moving forward with the lessons, although she remained very nervous about what was in store. It was her chance to change her life again with another bold move, just like she had done a number of times over the past two-and-a-half years earlier, and she was determined to follow through.

Adam would be there at three. Barbara began to wonder what was going to happen. She knew it would likely be physical; so it was important to pick the right outfit. She had to appear attractive, yet not be bogged down in clothes that would interfere with…..

'With what?' she wondered. 'I don't even know how to dress for—' She couldn't even finish the thought with her mind, and her heart began to race. The next few hours leading up to their meeting would be torture.

Adam, meanwhile, pre-occupied himself in his job, working his clients into better physical condition, motivating them to do their very best. Despite burying himself in his job, spending time with each customer reminded Adam that he had had a sexual encounter with his favourite client – the one he respected the most. He allowed himself to wonder if Barbara would cancel the remainder of the lessons. Part of him was hoping she would; he valued her friendship and was worried that he'd compromised it.

He kept the faith he had in his judgment and didn't second guess himself again that day. Adam knew he could help Barbara in her efforts to reinvent her marriage's physical relationship. Though he didn't feel comfortable with the fact that he'd pleasured another man's wife, he felt the cause was just. He hated seeing his friend hurting, and he was willing to do anything to make the pain go away.

Adam tried to avoid keeping track of the time throughout the day until, before he knew it, it was 2:45, and he was en route to the Stevens' magnificent home.

The closer he got to the house, the more confident he felt about what he was doing. Barbara was twenty-one years older than he, but she was in no way unattractive. Her thirty-month commitment to physical activity had paid off and had given the forty-nine year old the body of someone much, much younger. Adam found himself surprised to be picturing her body in his head, and thinking about how he had enjoyed touching her pussy. The man in him could not ignore her shapely figure and her quiet sensuality. The lessons may have been unusual, but Adam knew that he could very easily physically enjoy them.

He pulled up to the front of the house and stepped out of his car. Barbara had told him to come directly to the pool house, where they could have some privacy for their lesson. After their session, she'd planned, he would coach her on her swimming technique as part of his expanded physical training services. Adam had provided Barbara with a few poolside pointers in the past couple of months, so this would not be seen as unusual; however, he wondered if the Stevens' two daytime staff members would notice that, for the very first time, he and his client would be using the pool house as opposed to the gym.

Adam walked around the right side of the house towards the pool area, which was located a short walk from the back of the house. Not far behind the pool house was the tennis court, where Adam and Barbara had had their first impromptu lesson.

As he arrived at the gated pool, Adam removed his sunglasses and allowed the warmth of the late summer sun cover him for a moment. He was dressed in light nylon track pants and a collared t-shirt that showed off his toned physique. The track pants were a deliberate move; more than any of his other workout gear, this particular pair showed off his cock. He felt it was important to do anything he could to stimulate Barbara for the lessons, and he'd hoped that his obvious bulge would do the trick.

Adam didn't see Barbara around the pool and wondered is she was waiting for him inside the small house. Upon further inspection, he could see the shutters of the pool house windows closed and the vertical screen on the door pulled down. This made him certain that Barbara was in the pool house and was ready for their second lesson.

Quietly, Adam entered the pool area and closed the gate behind him. He took a breath and walked around poolside to the door of the house. Standing under the shade of the overhang of the roof, he rapped gently on the door. Moments later, the door opened and Barbara stood in a baggy track suit. "Good afternoon, Adam," she greeted without much expression. "Come on in."

Confused, Adam stepped in past Barbara, who closed the door behind them. Immediately, she began to speak. "I'm sorry about the clothes," she said, looking down at herself. "I just put these on as a cover…for Louisa and Mike. I'll go change." She quickly walked into the change room and closed the door.

Adam looked around the room. It was open, with a comfortable-looking indoor/outdoor couch and chair set with matching ottomans, high-end wicker-and-glass tables, a bar, a mini refrigerator, a microwave, a large flat-screen television and a small gas fireplace. Beside the change room was a large washroom. 'Some apartments could only look this nice,' Adam thought.

The door to the change room opened and Barbara walked out slowly, a slightly nervous expression on her face. Adam took a good look at his friend and client, who was wearing a tan summer skirt that fell loosely below her knees, and a short-sleeve baby blue shirt with buttons down the front. She was barefoot, so only stood about five-foot-five, a good six inches shorter than Adam in his shoes.

"So, uh," she began slowly, "what, uh…..what should we talk about today?"

"Are you ok?" Adam asked with suspect.

"Oh, yes. Definitely. I'm just a little nervous. I don't know what to expect."

"You're sure?"

Barbara nodded confidently.

"Ok, then. Well, why don't we get comfortable first?"

"C-comfortable?"

Adam grinned. "Have a seat," he translated.

"Oh!" Barbara chuckled before she took a seat on the couch. She watched as Adam sat in a chair diagonal to the sofa.

"Yesterday," Adam began, "we pretty much had a crash course. We jumped to a lesson that probably shouldn't have been first on the agenda. But in all honesty, I think you needed that release to help you ease into this."

"Well, it certainly did catch my attention."

"In a good way, I hope."

"Oh, absolutely. I've never felt anything like—" Barbara stumbled, stopping short.

"It won't be the last time, you realize."

"I know. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of looking forward to it, if yesterday was any indication."

"I'm sure it will be. Are you ready?"

The light expression dropped from Barbara's pretty face. "For what?"

"We don't have much time, so let's talk about—" he paused, gulping subtly, "—kissing."

"Kissing?" Barbara moved in her seat, immediately and awkwardly picturing her and Adam kissing. "I know how to kiss," she scoffed lightly.

"With an open mouth?'

"Y-yes."

"And tongue?"

"Tongue? You mean, you're going to show me how to kiss with tongue?"

"Are you ok with that?"

Barbara pondered it for a moment. She couldn't imagine having someone else's tongue in her mouth. It seemed so unsanitary. Then she thought about putting her tongue in the mouth of another, and she felt unprotected and vulnerable. "I—I don't know."

Adam watched Barbara as he waited for a definite answer. She seemed to be stirring as her mind worked a mile a minute.

Barbara thought about kissing Victor. She'd always like it, but it was a sign of affection and not a way to stimulate a libido. And it had always been so safe – no open mouths, no tongues. 'How could someone put their tongue in someone else's mouth? And how can it be stimulating?'

In the process of reaching a decision to turn down this particular lesson, Barbara's eyes shifted towards Adam and, for the very first time, she noticed his lips. Perhaps it was because the topic was kissing and, subconsciously, Barbara knew it involved pressing her lips to his; but when she saw his lips clearly and with focus, she noticed how attractive they were. They even looked soft and smooth. Barbara didn't often notice men's lips, but she knew that Adam's must have been different than most.

She got another vision of kissing him, and wondered what his lips would feel like against hers. It was certainly intriguing, she found, but Barbara remained unsure about using tongues. It was a strange way to gain stimulation to her, but she knew this was part of the process. To learn as much as she could about sex, she recalled, she'd have to know how to feel its pleasure. Here was the opportunity and she trusted the man who was giving her that chance.

Barbara looked at Adam, paused with a touch of uncertainty still in her mind, and nodded.

"Ok," Adam acknowledged, standing up. He took a step towards the couch as Barbara looked up at him. Before she could stand, as she was in the process of doing despite not being sure if that's what Adam wanted, her friend took a seat near her on the couch. Both felt butterflies in their stomachs. "The best way to do this," he began quietly, "is to close your eyes and let everything happen naturally."

"Everything?"

"Trust me."

Barbara looked at Adam's face, realizing she was safe. "Ok." She closed her eyes slowly and, as best as she could given how tense she felt, released the strain in her lips.

Adam moved in without pause, doing his best not to second guess himself, and gently pressed his lips to Barbara's. With a slight hesitation passing, they began to kiss, softly at first. Adam couldn't help but notice how full Barbara's lips felt and how gentle her touch was; Barbara, in turn, was also surprised at the inviting feel of Adam's lips.

Adam parted his lips slightly. Without a similar reaction from Barbara, he continued without hesitation, knowing she would soon follow suit.

Barbara felt his warm, moist lips envelope hers, almost sucking on them. She felt a sensation and reminded herself that she had to take some big steps to reach her goal. With that, she slowly parted her own lips, accepting his bottom lip between hers. With each kiss, his lip seemed to probe the opening of her mouth a little more, and she began to accept it.

Adam slipped his hand up to the back part of Barbara's jaw and guided her head into his as he methodically increased the intensity of his kissing, feeling Barbara allow the enhancement. He felt her hand move up to his bicep muscle. Moments later, Adam placed his other hand on the outside of Barbara's leg, which was half-covered by her skirt.

She gently squeezed his bicep, suddenly realizing how much she was enjoying the kiss. With a soft moan, she parted her lips a little more, giving Adam the sign that she was willing to learn everything she could about stimulation through kissing.

To Adam's surprise, Barbara became much more accepting to the kiss. She'd begun kissing him as much as he was kissing her, and even opened her mouth for Adam to make his next move. He parted his lips to meet hers, feeling her warm breath and wet mouth, and he could feel his cock begin to grow. Slowly, he slipped his tongue in between Barbara's lips, quickly finding her tongue. He licked it gently and was pleasantly surprised when she returned the touch without backing off.

Barbara could feel Adam's strong hand move from her jaw to the back of her head and through her soft hair. She instantly felt tingles rush down her spine and make a sudden detour into her vagina. The slight sexual sensation in her pussy took her by surprise and caused her to moan before shifting lightly. Suddenly, Adam's other hand found its way to the edge of her skirt and moved underneath to her bare thigh. Barbara felt him stroke her skin tenderly as his tongue began to probe her mouth. She opened her mouth more and Adam pulled her into him with a little more vigor. Barbara decided it was the right time and plunged her tongue into Adam's mouth, exploring it with confidence.

With a moan of his own, Adam was taken aback by Barbara's sudden movement, which was followed by her other hand finding his leg. She gripped him just above the knee, feeling his solid leg, as she enjoyed their oral exchange. Their kissing became a little more aggressive, causing surges to dance wildly inside of Barbara's pussy. She now understood how arousing something as simple as kissing could be, and she engulfed herself in Adam's mouth.

Adam could feel a full erection in his pants, aching to burst through the nylon. Barbara was fully accepting this method of stimulation, and was providing motivation in return; she was a natural.

They continued kissing passionately, rolling their tongues around each other's mouth and sucking each other's lips. Barbara's soft moans accentuated her new passion for kissing and vibrated Adam's mouth as their tongues met. His cock was raging in his pants and he began feeling like he needed relief. He knew this was the sign for him to change the procedure of this lesson.

Subtly, Adam began to tone down his kisses, slowly releasing his hand from her head and moving his other hand from her naked thigh. He retracted his tongue from Barbara's mouth and reduced his actions to kisses with minimal parting of the lips.

Barbara was disappointed that Adam was now winding down after bringing her to such satisfaction, but quickly she realized that he knew what he was doing. Despite her pussy feeling tingles and producing a little moisture, Barbara accepted the smaller, lighter kisses, and released her grips from his arm and leg.

Adam slowly parted from Barbara's lips, hoping she wouldn't notice his erection, at least not right away. It was important for her to realize how a man could be turned on with kisses and how easily she managed to do it, but he didn't want Barbara to be shocked by his enlarged cock.

"My," she managed to blurt after parting lips and leaning back slightly. She touched her lips – they were warm, wet and prickling with a tickle. "I never realized…"

"And how do you feel?"

"I feel pretty good. You're a very good kisser."

"Thank you. And how do you feel—" he began, motioning to her crotch, "—there?"

"Oh," Barbara stuttered, slightly embarrassed. "I, uh…..well….."

"Stimulated?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Has kissing ever done that for you?"

"Not like that," she gasped slightly, looking down. With her eyesight lowered, she suddenly noticed the bulge in Adam's track pants. Barbara looked away quickly.

Adam noticed this and looked at his crotch to see a well-formed bulge. He looked back up to Barbara, who was trying to pretend she didn't notice his erection. "Kissing stimulates men, too," he said calmly.

"I, uh…I see that."

"I hope I haven't embarrassed you, but this is a natural occurrence. We all go through it." Adam shrugged. "We're only human, after all."