I recently broke up with a boyfriend when it hit me that my all my sexual experiences with my past partners had been so lackluster. I decide to share this with Jacob because I know he’d be non-judgmental about it. Upon hearing about my past experiences, he is horrified to learn that I faked all of my orgasms with my partners. He is angry, admonishing me that I shouldn’t have ever fooled them into thinking that they pleased me when they really didn’t. I try to reason out with him that I only faked them because I felt pressured every time their impatience was becoming obvious, but Jacob is adamant. “You’ve sent the message to your loser ex-boyfriends that they were good enough to give you an orgasm when they weren’t! What you should’ve done is tell them that no, you didn’t come and no, you weren’t even close to coming!”
I’m surprised at how passionate and thoroughly upset he is. “What would you do if the woman you’re with told you she hasn’t come yet and she’s not turned on enough?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Spend more time with foreplay, of course! That’s just manners. If she’s not turned on enough, then…” His eyes then widen in realisation. “You mean to tell me that they didn’t even try to make sure that you were ready?”
I feel very embarrassed, but I can’t take back my words now. “I know it takes me a while to get turned on, so I didn’t want to impose–”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jacob looks really angry now and I cower away, thinking that he’s mad at me. He notices this and he rubs a hand across his face. “I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at what you had to deal with.” He smiles at me ruefully. “Well, okay, I’m a little mad at you, too. This whole ‘others before me’ bullshit is getting old. Teach yourself a little selfishness sometimes, would you?”
“Easier said than done.” I sigh wistfully. “I just want someone I can experiment with. Just someone who can show me what sex should really be like, you know?”
There’s several seconds of silence before he nods. “Then let it be me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I can show you what sex is really like.”
“B-but we’re friends…”
“Would you rather have a stranger do it? At least with me, you’ll be safe. And it’s only one night. Unless you want more…?”
“Definitely just one night,” I reply quickly. I know that I already like Jacob more than someone is allowed to feel for a mere ‘friend’. “I don’t want any complications.”
He smiles. “No complications here, love. It’d be all fun and painless.”
Our first time is indeed fun and painless. He is very patient, backing away when I’m becoming tense and diffusing my anxiety with some light-hearted banter and humour. When he finally enters me, it feels like I’m a virgin again – not because it hurts, but because I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. When I wake up the next day I want to do it again, but I try to resist because it’s supposed to be only “one night.” But Jacob sees through me and shatters all my resistances. Before we know it, over a month has passed and we have been exclusively having sex with each other nearly every day. No complications? Yeah, right. I know that I’m well and truly fucked. In both ways.