Friendly advice

Amy was making herself a coffee. Freshly showered, dressed and thoroughly fucked her day was getting off to a great start. She heard footsteps on the stairs and Kenny appeared in the kitchen. She saw him flinch as he saw her. He was clearly feeling embarrassed about how to approach her. She decided to show him what was okay when Peter wasn’t around. She walked up to him, took his head and gave him several sensual smooches. “Good morning,” she said sweetly.

“Hi,” said Kenny with a slightly dreamy look on his face. “I er, I wasn’t sure how things were between us when we aren’t, you know, practising.”

“As long as Peter isn’t around, then I want you to treat me like a girlfriend. How else will you get used to everyday little moments like a good morning kiss?”

“I guess so.”

“Do you mind?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

“No, I don’t mind at all. Er, where is Peter?”

“He’s asleep and will be for a couple of hours I’d guess. So, how about you kiss me this time?” She took his hands and put them on her hips. He got the message and did his best to reciprocate the kiss he had just received. “Not bad, you are getting better. Still a little tense though,” she told him.

Kenny was just grabbing some breakfast before classes so they ate together and chatted until Keny looked at his phone and said, “I had better get a move on. I lost track of time.” He stood up and picked up his bag.

“Because you were talking with me?” asked Amy as she straightened him out

“Pretty much.”

“You are so cute,” She kissed him again. Kenny put his hands on her hips and in a fit of bravery allowed his hands to slide down to her bottom and give it a squeeze. “Mmm, you are learning. Have a good day.”

Kenny smiled at her praise and headed out. Amy was now all worked up again. “Having two men in my life is sending my libido crazy,” she said to herself.

She had a shift at the store that afternoon but it gave her some free time. She headed into town to do a little shopping. She found her mind wandering and felt hugely frustrated that she didn’t have anyone to talk to about this. She decided she needed someone to talk to and thought through some of her female friends that she could be open with but not judged too harshly. One name sprang to mind and she was only a short walk from where she was.

“Oh my god you slut, what are you doing in my salon?” said the loudly dressed blonde as Amy walked into the hairdressers.

“I heard that this was the place to come if I wanted to look more like a whore,” she replied.

“I can do whore but it costs extra,” said the blonde as she walked over and gave Amy a hug. “How’s it going?”

“Good, or should I say interesting. Tell me you are free for lunch.”

“Just let me finish with this client and I am all yours.”

It was hugely cathartic for Amy to tell someone everything. She also enjoyed watching her friend's expression get increasingly outraged. Tracy was an old school friend and one of Amy’s first projects. She had been a serious tomboy and totally inept at school. Combined she had been a rough and abrasive young woman who put guys off despite her being **** for male attention. Amy had helped her find her identity and pushed her to find a skill that she could make a living with. Hairdressing had come as a shock to Amy but Tracy excelled at it and it helped her find her own look. She was tall and very toned with tanned skin and chin-length curly blonde hair. She was also a massive slut so Amy knew that out of all her friends, Tracy would be the most supportive.

“So you can sleep with whoever you want then?” Tracy asked.

“I’m not sure it works like that but I can certainly have sex with Kenny.”

“Yeah, but is that particularly good? He sounds a bit feeble.”

“He’s cute and I have to admit he makes me feel like a lewd seductress stealing his innocence.”

“Yeah, that is kinda hot,” Tracy agreed. “How far have you gone? What’s his cock like?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been taking it slow to give him the girlfriend experience and ease him into being with a woman. I know he isn’t small but his underwear is all tighty whities so I can’t tell what it’s like when he is pressing against me.”

“You haven't made him cum?” Tracy was a little shocked. “That sounds a bit mean. Unless that’s your thing and you are into teasing him like that.”

“What do you mean it's a bit mean? It’s how a less experienced girl would behave.” Amy didn’t like the thought that she was being somehow cruel.

“Yeah but you aren’t a less experienced girl. You have so many notches on your bedpost that you don’t even have a bedpost anymore. I know, I was one of them.”

“That was just a bit of playing around. I didn’t seduce you.”

Tracy laughed. “You totally seduced me. When I said I was straight you said, ‘So is spaghetti until it gets wet.’”

It was Amy’s turn to laugh now. “I totally stole that line. I couldn’t not use it when you gave me the perfect setup.”

“It worked though. I had a total crisis over my sexuality.”

“Anyway, why do you think I’m being mean?” Amy asked.

“Look, if you were young and naive I’d be telling you to go at your own pace and do only what you are comfortable with but you ‘ain't. You a big old ho’, at least, you were. I was shocked when you got married to Peter.”

“He evened me out. We still had a good amount of sex. I think I’d worn myself out by that point. I wanted something else other than lots of lovers. Anyway, stop changing the subject.”

Tracy threw her hands up in apology. “I love me some young guys. The girls in the salon call me a cradle snatcher because I always seem to end up with them. You have to understand how energetic they are. Those balls are working overtime at that age. You have been teasing the shit out of this kid for weeks. As I said, if that’s your kink then I get it but why not help the guy out? I’m not sure denying him any release actually does anything other than frustrate him. At least give him a handy.”

Amy looked a little embarrassed. Maybe Tracy was right. She didn’t like the thought that Kenny might actually be suffering. There was just one lingering thing. “I don't want him to think I’m a slut,” she said, quietly.

“Bitch, you are a slut. Were a slut. Whatever.”

Amy looked up and met Tracy’s eye and both women laughed. “I think you were right the first time. I should tell Kenny to write you a note of thanks for hurrying me along.”

“Don’t bother. I prefer rude boys to little gentlemen.”

The two women talked for the entirety of Tracy’s lunch break but an appointment with a client had to pull her away. She insisted that Amy keep her up to date with what was happening and Amy agreed.

Then it was time for her to go to work. Work seemed very mundane after what was going on at home but perhaps it was better that way. A little mundanity would keep her in check. Filling shelves was a good cure to being horny.

When she got home she found both of the men in her life together in the home gym. They hadn’t noticed her as Peter had put the stereo on. Both men were working hard and Peter was encouraging Kenny to push himself. She liked the view. Even though Kenny wasn’t a fine physical specimen he was working hard to improve himself. Peter was a handsome and fit man sheening with sweat. It was a good job he had such a dry personality or he could have quite the lady killer. He only worked out to maintain a sensible level of health and energy but she enjoyed watching him anyway. The thing that was really doing it for her was the fact that her husband was helping to make her lover more attractive. That was particularly exciting.

“Evening boys, working hard?” she asked.

Kenny gave an awkward wave but he looked happy to see her. Peter was in a stoic mood. “Kenny’s agreed to try working out a little more. We had a chat about the importance of physical health on the body’s mental capacity and ability to learn,” he said.

“It was very interesting,” said Kenny but he didn’t look convinced.

Amy glanced down at Kenny’s crotch. There was no indication as to what he was packing. He was a skinny guy and he probably didn’t have much but even a modest cock could feel great with a little skill and effort behind it. Still, she couldn’t help being curious. “I’m going to leave you to it, have a shower and then relax in bed for a bit.” She kissed Peter on the lips. “Make sure you have a shower before you come to bed,” she told him. She walked up to Kenny and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. “You too Ken-ken, don’t want to make your bed stinky. Goodnight boys,” she said and sauntered off.

Peter had watched her kiss Kenny. It was only a sweet almost maternal kiss but it had set his imagination aflame. “I’m, er, going to call it for tonight. Think I might have tweaked a muscle. You should keep going if you can but stop if you get sore. You are okay putting the wights away aren’t you?” Kenny nodded. “Good lad, well done by the way. You put in some good effort. Anyway, goodnight,” he said and buried after Amy to try and join her in the shower.