Can you show me what it's supposed to be like?

I wanted to use the bathroom first and then wash up for Julia. I brushed my teeth and was finishing up just as Julia knocked on the open bedroom door. She seemed hesitant but not nervous, if that makes sense. “Hey Julia,” I welcomed her. “Sandra said you wanted to see me?” Considering how to word her response, Julia stood awkwardly silent for half a minute, just looking at me. I looked back at her. She was almost my height and had a slender build. Her skin tone and dark hair made me think there was some South Asian or Middle Eastern heritage. She had thin-framed glasses that, when she was dressed more professionally and had her hair up, gave her a librarian vibe. Hair down and dressed casually, as she was at the moment, she had a girl-next-door aura that I was drawn to. And of course, I also remembered her freshly showered look, when she had just witnessed at least the end of my romp with Jade yesterday evening.

Shaking her head clear, Julia said, “Yes. I did want to see you. First to apologize for interrupting a rather... intimate moment yesterday.”

“It's really no-”

“I shouldn't have spoken up, it wasn't my place and I apologize. I've already said as much to Jade and she was very gracious.”

So this was Julia's demeanor. Professional, courteous, and intelligent.

“Thank you. It wasn't a problem for me, but I accept your apology,” I said. “But I do apologize as well for putting you in such a position. I should have respected the need for you and for others to have unrestricted access to the shower. I've already spoken with Sandra about the schedule in that regard.” I tried to rise to her level of discourse.

“Thank you,” she nodded. “But with that incident in mind, I have a request to make of you. I'm afraid it may be a little awkward, and so I ask your pardon in advance if I am rude or inappropriate to even suggest this. However, I find myself strangely and irresistibly compelled to bring this up with you.”

“By all means, go ahead. I'm intrigued.”

With some difficulty, she **** the words out. “After watching you with Jade yesterday, I was struck by the... the passion you both exhibited. I am no stranger to sex. I'm in my late 20s and have had several partners over the years. Some of them for short periods of time, two for longer periods of time. And yet in none of those relationships – despite physical attraction, emotional sensitivity, professional compatibility – in none of them did I experience even one moment like I witnessed last night. When I commented that it was 'primal,' I meant that in a very positive way. I wonder if sex for me has been too... too...” Her perfectly prepared monologue broke down.

“Civilized?” I suggested.

“That's probably the appropriate word,” she agreed. “And I was hoping, if I may be so forward, I was hoping that you might... allow me to attempt to replicate a little of that experience myself. That we could attempt to achieve something like what I observed. Not just to experience it one time, mind you. I'm hoping to... to perhaps unlock an ability or achievement, like in a video game one might play. To expose myself to a new skill or approach to sex so that in the future I might be able to enjoy it with others to the level you and your friend seemed to. In a word, sex has been, well, I would have said adequate. But after observing what it could be last night, I would now say it has been disappointing. And I want to know whether or not the problem is me – the consistent feature of all my experiences, or if I am indeed capable of such, such primal, deeply satisfying sex.”

Having finished her prepared thoughts, Julia held her breath and watched my face for some indication of a response.

“Julia,” I began, “I can't promise that your experience with me would be anything like Jade's. Every woman is unique. And some people just don't connect. But I would be very happy... truly honored to help you experiment further and seek some clarity on this matter. Were you thinking that now would be a time to make that attempt?”

Julia cracked a relieved smile. “I think I would... yes, I think now would be good. I feel very... I have felt quite aroused since last night and would be eager to work with you on this.”

“Perhaps you should lock the door,” I suggested. She scurried over to it and made sure we had privacy. “Now, the first thing I would suggest is that you have to relax. And part of that is going to be how you talk. We're not negotiating a business deal or lecturing on an aspect of human sociology. So let's sit down and you can tell me again what you want.”

She sighed and joined me on the edge of the bed. “Ron, I would like to have sex with you.”

“That sounded like an invitation to tea,” I chided her. “If that's how you communicate what you want, is it any surprise that the sex you've been having is lackluster and ordinary?”

Julia whipped her glasses away from her face and in an affected, over-the-top husky voice said, “Do me baby!”

We both laughed at that, and I told her, “Actually, despite the joke, that was a step in the right direction. If anything, it's lightened the mood a bit, hasn't it?”

“Yes it has,” she smiled, squinting at me.

“You need your glasses, don't you,” I commented.

“If I'm going to see you as anything other than a blur of color, yes.”

She put her glasses back on and I touched her cheek lightly with my fingers. “I really like them. They draw attention to the beautiful eyes you have.

“Thank you,” she said, confidently. Julia wasn't insecure. She knew she was pretty, but she wasn't arrogant or flashy about it.

“Now, let's try again,” I urged. “Tell me what you want.”

She thought for a moment, her face squinching up slightly.

“I want to have sex. Really raw, passionate sex. The kind of sex that I'll feel and remember and think about for days.” She stared at me waiting for a response.

“OK,” I nodded. “Now we're getting somewhere. But maybe that's too much. Like, can you imagine the pressure that puts me under?”

She sighed in frustration. “I just want to fuck! OK? Like just... really fuck!” She was almost seething in anger.

I smiled. “Perfect.”

Julia's face instantly switched to confusion. I continued, spouting thoughts I had been working on, knowing this conversation would be coming. “You don't get the kind of sex you're after by asking politely, like the way you would order lunch. If you have enough self-control to be calm about it, then you aren't going about it the right way. You're thinking about sex like it's something you would like but will be OK skipping. Like... like a mid-afternoon snack when you had lunch earlier. Instead, you need to crave it, hunger for it. You need to almost demand it, like you would a glass of water when you've been out in the sun for hours without a thing to drink.” Julia subconsciously licked her lips as she listened. “Does that make sense? Do you understand the difference?”

Julia answered by suddenly grabbing my shirt and struggling to pull it over my head. It was a button-down, so she wasn't successful right away. So she then began unbuttoning my shirt while hissing, “I want to really... really... fuck... you.” She tried kissing me while undressing me but couldn't keep up both at the same time. She decided on kissing. I took over the buttons.

“Now,” I said, pulling away from her lips for a second. “Something else you need to understand, is that you're still communicating with me. The way you just kissed me was nice.”

“Good,” she breathed out, then moved her face towards mine again. I backed up and stopped her.

“Nice doesn't work,” I told her.

“But I-”

“Nice is what you do to a man you think highly of and who you trust to be gentle and considerate as you share your body with him. And it sounds like that's all you've ever had.”

Julia nodded, wide-eyed.

“But that's not what you're asking for now, is it?”

She slowly shook her head, knowing the right answer but probably not understanding it.

“Listen very carefully, Julia,” I said, starting to roughly pull her clothes off her body. “Right now, you are just a set of holes for me to use.” With that I yanked her pants down to her knees. “And to you, I am just a tongue and fingers and a cock that you intend to use to bring you some satisfaction.” I pushed her pants down to her feet and she stepped out of them, never breaking eye contact with me. “When we're done, we can be friends, we can be lovers, we can be strangers.” We worked together to get her bra off. “It doesn't fucking matter. Because while this is happening, all you are to me is some holes I need. And conveniently-”

Julia interrupted me, forcing my pants open and pushing them down recklessly. “conveniently you have something I want to put in my holes. And hopefully your cock and tongue will make me feel good, or else this is a waste of my time.”

“Now you're getting it,” I told her. She put her hands around the back of my head and firmly pulled me down. I followed until I was kneeling in front of her. “Lick,” she commanded. I pressed my face forward and Julia opened her legs to receive me. Her opening was surrounded by thin black hair, neatly trimmed all around. I nuzzled my way forward until my lips were past her hair and were pressed into the warmth of her opening.

“Oooooohhhh,” she sighed as my tongue pressed inward. “Fuckin' taste that pussy,” she whispered, working her fingers through my short brown hair. Julia gently rocked herself back and forth while sitting on the corner of the bed. I treated her pussy like a pair of lips on a face, trying to make out with her, slipping in my tongue now and then, pulling back for softer pecks then driving back in with **** and determination. After a while, and when my knees were beginning to complain, she said, “Now start working that clit a little.”

Instead, I stood up, I got an angry, “Hey!” that I couldn't have imagined coming from Julia earlier. Now she was ready to demand her satisfaction. Not that I intended to deny her. But like I said, my knees were uncomfortable, and I was also ready to apply some of the lessons I had just taught her. I had a cock that was being neglected, and that wasn't working for me.