No

Emily let him breathe.

Eli was sprawled out, chest rising and falling like he’d just come through something life-changing—and maybe he had. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted, his skin warm and flushed.

She curled up beside him, one leg thrown lightly over his, her head propped on her hand. She looked at him with that same warm, amused softness from earlier—like she was impressed and fond and maybe a little proud.

“You alive?” she murmured, brushing damp hair from his forehead.

He gave a weak chuckle. “Barely.”

She kissed his shoulder, then the side of his neck. “Good.”

She watched him for a moment longer—took in the blush still riding his cheeks, the way he couldn’t quite meet her eyes now, the quiet vulnerability in his posture.

Her voice was gentler when she spoke again.

“Eli… can I ask you something?”

His eyes flicked to her, wary but open. “Yeah?”

She studied him a second longer, then asked, “You’ve never… done anything with a girl before, have you?”

He froze.

She softened. “It’s okay. I just want to know.”

He swallowed hard and looked away, his voice small. “No. I haven’t.”

“I figured,” she said softly, no judgment in her tone. “You don’t kiss like someone who’s practiced. You kiss like someone who means it.”

That made him blush harder.

“I had a date once,” he said, almost muttering. “Prom. Senior year.”

Emily stayed quiet, listening.

“She ditched me halfway through to go home with her ex.”

Emily’s heart clenched.

“God, Eli…”

He shrugged, trying for nonchalance but failing. “It’s whatever. I kind of got used to not being the guy girls look at like that.”

She reached for his face, turned it gently back toward her. “Well, I’m looking at you like that.”

He didn’t speak. He just stared at her like she was something unreal.

Emily leaned in and kissed his temple.

“Which is why,” she said, more playfully now, “while your brain’s still too melted to panic, I want to teach you something.”

His eyes flicked open, hazy but curious. “Teach me?”

Emily nodded, propping herself up more fully. “Okay. So here’s the thing. Every woman’s different. Some girls like it slow, some like it hard, some like fingers, some don’t. Some need clit stimulation, others want penetration, and a few want both at the same time.” She turned to look at him. “That said, there are some general things most of us tend to like.”

Eli listened, visibly soaking in every word.

“You don’t need to jab at anything,” she said, smirking. “It’s not a keypad. Start slow. Build pressure gradually. Let her want more before you give it. Think about rhythm—steady, consistent. Stay with what’s working once she starts reacting.”

She reached between them and took his hand, guiding it to her thigh.

“Your fingers should be soft at first,” she said, curling his fingertips gently against her skin. “Two fingers tend to work best. Not always, but it’s a good starting point.”

She moved his hand slightly higher, just to the edge of where her legs met.

“Start on the outside. Tease. Let her get wet for you. Listen to her breath, her little noises. They’ll tell you everything.”

He swallowed hard, nodding.

“Your tongue’s the same—don’t poke. You’re not trying to tongue-fuck her unless she asks for that. Think of it like—”

She paused.

“Like painting, almost. Broad strokes. Pressure with your tongue flat, not pointed. Circles can feel amazing. So can side to side. Just... don't rush to the clit and stay there forever. That’s like jumping to the chorus before the song even starts.”

Eli blinked. “So no… like… alphabet trick?”

Emily laughed. “Oh God, no. That’s amateur bullshit. It’s not about tricks, Eli. It’s about paying attention.”

She leaned closer, voice softer now. “Use your hands and your mouth. One hand to tease her entrance while your mouth’s on her clit—or vice versa. And always... always be ready to adjust. Some girls love a little pressure. Some want it lighter than air. Some get extra sensitive after they come, some want to keep going. Some girls won't like you touching their clit at all.”

She brushed her lips along his ear.

“You’ll learn what I like soon enough.”

His breath caught.

“Soon?” he echoed.

She grinned. “Mhm. But first—just lay there. Recover. Let it all sink in. And then we’ll see what those hands of yours can do.”