A knock at the door [Saturday]

After lunch the next day, and after some panic that somehow your suggestions didn't stick, you heard a tap at your hotel room door.

You jumped toward the door, muttered to yourself "fuck, be cool man", and opened the door to find Emma waiting for her next lesson. There was no bikini today, but tight cutoff shorts and a loose croptop were a good substitute.

"Hi John, thanks for seeing me again today."

Well, the idea that all of this was a favor to her had stuck. "It's not a problem, Emma. I think there's more we should talk about today." She walked over and, like yesterday, sat on the edge of the bed. You sat in the room's one chair.

"Like what?" she seemed genuinely worried.

"Well, we worked a lot on your blowjob skills yesterday and you made a lot of progress, but the actual problem might be somewhere else."

"Oh, you mean..."

"You told me yesterday you had had sex with your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. He came over to my house when my parents weren't home."

"But he wasn't very into it?"

"He was... but... not..." she trailed off. You were very curious about her boyfriend. There was definitely something wrong with him, but his problems were his own to fix.

"I think there might have been some problems with the way you did it."

"What do you mean?"