Sure

The rest of the school day moves by quickly. Since you don’t have anything more important to do, you drive over to Jen’s house. She welcomes you at the door even before you can knock, as she was apparently watching for you. Jen still has the red blouse and black tennis skirt on that she was wearing at school, but you notice she’s put on makeup and perfume since you last saw her. “I’m so glad you came!” she exclaims as she opens the door. However, she stays in the doorway so you have to brush her breasts with your arm in order to get into the house. You mumble an apology but she doesn’t seem to notice. Together with look down her shirt you got earlier you begin to think she’s truly not aware of what a great rack she has or that she has something else in mind other than just discussing guy problems.

You go to the living room and make small talk for a few moments before you interject, “So what kind of problems are you having with James?”

Where before Jen had been exuding confidence, she suddenly appears a bit nervous, “Well, I wouldn’t normally discuss this with anyone, especially not my girlfriends because then it would be all over school, but I just can’t take it anymore and I thought maybe you could help me out…”

“Sure, Jen, just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll help you out if at all possible, and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, here’s the problem. You know James and I have been dating for a couple of months now. Well, about a month ago we started fucking. The only problem is that James just doesn’t know what he’s doing and it doesn’t seem like he cares if I get off or not. I’m not asking for anything mind-blowing, I just want more than a 3 minute window to have my own orgasm. Can you help me out?” she asks as evenly as if she were reading the news, while slowly uncrossing her legs almost letting you see up to her panties.