Giving advice (Part 2)

“You know, I’ll ask just in case so we’re all on the same page,” Kevin said and turned to me again. “When you say foreplay, you mean kissing and fondling, right?”

“Ah? I mean, yeah, of course there’s that. But also… You know, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, role play and anything that builds up pleasure for the girl. Women don’t have a refractory period like we do, so it’s not like it’s over if she orgasms before you do.”

“Even better, make her come twice in one night and you’re a goddamn king,” Thomas added.

“And that’s why foreplay is so important. Build up her pleasure without tiring yourself out. And… Well, not all women are the same, but in my experience, the better you make a girl feel, the more inclined she is to return the favor. To be selfish you first need to be selfless.”

“Um… Dumb question, but what’s a refractory period?” Mark asked hesitantly.

I answered without judging. I didn’t know the name of it until Sarah explained it to me. “It’s just the name of that period after a guy orgasms. Muscles relax, blood pressure and heart rate go down and sexual stimulation is less effective, meaning you don’t get an erection immediately after.”

“Aaah, so that’s what that is…” Ben nodded, then smiled at me. “See, Oliver? I knew you had wisdom to share. This is already eye opening.”

Thomas looked at me and opened his mouth like he was going to say or ask something, but refrained. Instead, he just let out a soft sigh.

“Yeah, and I want to hear more,” Kevin said. “Almost feel like I should be taking notes.”

“Dude, you don’t even take notes in school,” Thomas told him.

“Yeah, but school isn’t half as interesting or educational as this.”

“I’m going to agree with him, Thomas,” Mark said. “Though I can’t express how bizarre it is to be hearing this from Oliver of all people. No offense, dude.”

“None taken. I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth.”

“My guy got more experience in eight months than all of us together in years,” Thomas said, laughing and throwing his head back.

“I’ve been… lucky, yeah.” It felt unfair, yeah. If not for Frey, none of this would be happening. I’d probably still be losing my vocal chords from disuse, all alone and being the best guitar player nobody ever heard. But you know… opportunities present themselves all the time. We just need to see them, recognize them and grab hold of them. This one may be an **** case, but it could’ve easily gone nowhere if I hadn’t taken my chances.

“Then? After foreplay, Oliver,” Kevin said. “Anything you can share about the main act?”

I groaned softly and rubbed the back of my neck. “Like I said, all women are different, but… I’d say learn to use angles.”

Ben blinked. “Angles?”

“Do you know what the clitoris is?” I asked them.

“The little nub at the top of the vagina… r-right?” Mark said, almost unsure of his own answer.

“Yes and no,” I told him. “It is, but the thing is, that nub is the outer part of a huge network of nerves that’s both outside and inside the body. Which means…”

“You can stimulate it from inside,” Ben realized.

“Correct. I don’t like perpetuating the idea that big is always better. You don’t need to hit deep to make a woman orgasm. That I can promise you.”

“So… angles?” Kevin asked.

I nodded. “Change positions and try to hit different spots. Ask her to tell you where it feels good. Don’t think you know better than her. Be a good boy and follow instructions, she’ll guide you. And if she says ‘there’, by god you fucking stay there.”

Thomas cleared his throat. “When you say change positions…”

“I don’t mean just doggy or missionary or cowgirl. I don’t mean weird kamasutra positions, either. I mean change your angle of entrance. If you’re doing missionary, try putting a pillow under her waist. If you’re doing doggy on the bed, try leaning back a bit or ask her to raise her butt more. If you’re doing it standing and from behind, bend your knees a little. Stuff like that.”

“Shit, I might really need a notebook…” Ben said, grinning. “This is good stuff…”

“Someone’s getting ideas…” Thomas said, wincing. “You’re not using my bathroom.”

Mark and Kevin burst out laughing while I shook my head. Ben just shrugged. After the laughter died down, Kevin sighed and chuckled softly.

“Man, this really is bizarre,” he said. “I’ve never talked about this kind of stuff with other guys. Hell, I’ve never talked about this stuff with a girlfriend, either. I suppose that’s why some of this stuff never occurred to me.”

“Yeah, same here. Thanks for sharing, Oliver. We promise we won’t tell anyone,” Ben said.

I shrugged. “Hey, if it works for you, I don’t mind if you share the tips.”

“Hey, do you think the girls talk about us this way, too?” Kevin asked.

“Yes,” Mark and I answered immediately.

“And far more often than men do,” Mark added. “It’s something Amanda often tells me. She says it must suck that men don’t share this sort of stuff.”

“I mean, I see her point,” Thomas said. “But for guys… We might brag that we scored with a girl, but we want to keep that experience to ourselves. Girls, on the other hand, seem to enjoy telling each other everything.”

And that led me to let out a loud, drawn out groan as I sank in my chair in despair.

“What? What happened?” Mark asked me.

“Mila, Grace, Sarah, Alice and Noelle are talking to Diana right now, most assuredly about me,” I told them. “Just thinking that things might go badly makes my stomach churn.”

There was an awkward silence. I could tell the guys wanted to reassure me that things would be alright, but none of them could know for sure.

“...Thomas, do you have beer?” I asked him.

“Wanna get drunk?” Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I just want to drink one. I need something bitter to hit me like a slap in the face.”

“Then yes, I do. I’m not letting you drink more than one, you hear?”

I laughed. “Thanks.” I meant it.

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