<3 Her Private Lessons with Him <3

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Slamming down his palm the "Off" button of his alarm clock, which proudly let out one last beep in return, displaying the date and time; [9:01 - Saturday, September 21st]. Nathan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he adjusted to the morning sunlight that crept into the room through his blinds.

Rolling over and climbing clumsily out of bed, the young adult looked longingly at the place his girlfriend would normally have been, the depression in the bed's mattress remaining as if she were still there, weighing it down with her well-built frame.

Proceeding through his morning routine, Nathan lazily threw on a comfy, fuzzy long-sleeve and a pair of slightly baggy workout pants. Jenna always teased him about being a "cold-blooded animal," though he often shot back with comments about how she would wear nothing but bike shorts and a tank top until late autumn. Then again, she never really needed much of a reason to tease him... nor did he mind said playful mocking, in the right context.

Though, if he was a cold-blooded creature, Jenna's blood was boiling. Nathan was quite tall, standing at a solid 6 feet and three inches, but he lacked the muscles his 5' 4" tall girlfriend possessed. Jenna was a passionate, spunky, and somewhat crude girl, while Nathan was more polite and laid back, even if he could get worked up sometimes. Even their hair and eye colors seemed to clash, with Nathan having brown hair and relatively pale skin, hazel eyes dotting his face along with the occasional freckle, and Jenna being a blonde bombshell, stunning emerald green eyes standing out from the sun-tanned skin and golden, flowing hair that framed her jewel-like eyes.

They were opposites in basically every way, yet they loved each other more for these differing traits... Well, apart from a single, one-sided issue that arose when talking about how "well endowed" the two of them were in contrast to each other.

While Jenna lived up to expectations, her boasts backed up by a wide waist and bountiful D-cup chest, her plump ass nothing to scoff at in the slightest, Nathan was... less lucky. His dick sat at a somewhat embarrassing length of 2.6 inches flaccid, and a less than modest 4.2" long, and 3.8" around. And worst of all, he was, as Jenna put it, "The quickest shot in the west... and the east."

Things didn't change drastically when Nathan told Jenna his size, but slowly he began to notice her making more odd, lewd comments, about her last three relationships, noting past experiences with sex, and even teasing him about his size and how long he would last during sex as she would anything else. He didn't mind, He'd already been in another relationship before too, but the strange thing was how she would look at him when they showered together, or when they changed in the same room. It was almost a disappointed look, and yet it held some sort of excitement behind it too...

Then one night, only a month ago, during a seemingly normal foreplay session, Jenna mentioned wanting to do a mutual masturbation session, both abstaining from touching each other, and having a sort of competition to see who would cum first, loser wouldn't get to pleasure themself for a day. She won, as they had both expected she would, but that expectation of loss awakened something in Nathan, an excitement he felt was the same sort of lust his girlfriend felt when she suggested the idea.

The challenges continued, from watching porn, to watching the other person shower or strip, even as far as Jenna not even masturbating, and setting some invisible, unattainable goal he had to reach to just to be allowed cum. And if he failed, Jenna always had the perfect punishments.

And Nathan loved every second of it.

Regular sex was far behind them now, and as Nathan was brought back from his daydream by the beeping of the microwaved breakfast he had made, he noticed a tent being pitched in his pants.

He ignored it, telling himself silently to wait for when Jenna got home from her workout routine, and went to sit down on his apartment's spacious couch. Nathan's family was far from rich, but they still had connections that got him a well-paying job, well enough to afford most of the payments for an apartment for him and Jenna, which they bought just three months prior.

One his way to the couch, however, he noticed a note sitting on the table that he had presumably skimmed over earlier, distracted by his memories of the wild sexual ride his girlfriend had taken him on as of late.

Picking up the yellow, striped parchment, he read the hastily written note his hyper-active girlfriend had left him;

"Hey hun, sorry I'm not here, gotta go early to make Yoga and the gym today, love ya babe~" - Jen

Well, that explained the earlier-than-usual absence of any sexy assets in bed him when he woke up this morning, Nathan thought.

He continued on his way to the couch, curious and a bit nervous. Why was it that she kept coming home so late from Yoga, and yet she had to leave early just to get there on time? Surely her gym routine couldn't have become an entire two hours longer when she already got home barely in time for lunch and a shower most days.

Shaking those worries from his head, Nathan sighed, and let out a somewhat annoyed chuckle to himself. Why was he worried? It's not like her Yoga teacher was some hot ladies-man, he'd seen him when he went with Jenna on her first trip to that place. And besides, Jenna was clearly seeking alternative to regular sex for obvious reasons, but she'd never cheat on him for it... right?

As those thoughts were racing around in Nathan's mind, he got a text from Jenna saying she was on her way to her yoga lessons, and apologizing for not saying goodbye in person. They flirted via sex for a while, but just as he was about to feel relieved, just as those worries left his mind, he got one last text.

"Hey babe, guess which tall glass of water I met on my way to class?"

He froze up, but hesitantly, hopefully, sent back a response "Haha, and who may that be?"

Torturous moments passed, seconds went by, then minutes, and still no answer. Finally, almost seven minutes later, she responded with a picture, a picture that Nathan both felt immensely aroused by, and impossibly jealous of.