Teaching Jenny

Finally the week is over and, for once, it's quiet in the apartment. Colin, my roommate, has left to go on a trip with his new girl leaving me to enjoy a weekend alone. I should probably already be on Tinder and find some slut to drain my balls, but I have decided to take my time and watch the football game first. The later the evening, the more **** they will be anyway; and the more **** they are, the better my night will be.

I turn on the TV and find the right channel as the doorbell rings. What now? It's probably our neighbor wanting to complain about something again; the bitch always manages to invent new problems for herself, she really has forgotten her place. Someone should fix that. The doorbell rings again and snaps me out of my thoughts annoying me even more. _Fine, let's get this over with. _I walk over to the door and open it to find -- that's not what I expected.

In front of me stands Colin's little sister, Jenny, her eyes red and swollen from what must have been a lengthy crying session, her clothes wet from the rain that has been pouring down for hours now. "S-Sorry, Markus" she sobs, "I wanted t-to see Colin, I didn't mean to disturb you. Is he here?"

I feel my cock twitch. It's not the first time Jenny gets this kind of attention from me; though she is not as thin as I usually like my girls to be, there is something alluring about her. I like how small she is at 1,59 m and I am a sucker for her long, ginger hair. Plus, her tits are fairly big, they must jiggle beautifully when she is being fucked. And today she looks so... ****. Deliciously ****. "No, sorry, he went on a trip with his new girlfriend," I answer her and see her eyes fill with more tears, "But come in, let's get you dried up." For now.

She whispers a "thank you" as she comes in, brushing against me as she walks through the narrow hallway. "You want a drink?" I ask nonchalantly as I walk to the kitchen counter and pour myself a glass of whiskey, "You did turn 18 a couple of months ago, right? So it's even legal." I wink and, not even waiting for her to answer, pour her that drink. She gulps it down in one go.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" I ask.

She bites her lip. It's adorable. "I-I don't know... I don't want to bother you, just... Noah broke up with me and I d-didn't want to be alone tonight."

_Right, Noah, her boyfriend - not anymore I guess. _"I'm sorry to hear that," I say trying my best to sound empathetic, "What happened?"

She hesitates. "I- Well," I wait impatiently as she seems to consider whether she wants to tell me about this or not, "We had a big fight because he wanted me to stay here for uni but I wasn't sure if that was the best decision for me yet," she took in a deep breath, "And he told me I couldn't just go.. that I was s-selfish for even considering leaving him h-here without someone to take care of him a-and his needs, for not putting him first."

_Interesting. _I seem to have misjudged Noah somewhat. Given that he was Jenny's boyfriend and she liked calling herself a "feminist", I figured he was just a whiny little boy who didn't understand what it meant to be a man, how to properly treat a girl like Jenny and give her what she clearly needs to accept her place in this world.

"And as we kept f-fighting, he just," her breath comes quickly now, like she is close to hyperventilating, "He s-said these awful things! He was s-so cruel to me!"

I put my hand on hers to seem comforting, "Cruel how? What did he say?"

"It," -- again with the fucking lip-biting, her mouth really needs something to do --"It's really embarrassing, " she whispers finally casting her eyes downward. When I don't respond she continues, "H-he said that I was a terrible girlfriend... that I didn't give him enough sex and that our sex w-wasn't good anyway... he said that I was way too s-sensitive and found everything men really like to be too degrading. And that I didn't try hard enough to look good s-so he had to think about other women to even m-manage to orgasm when he slept with me... and that he doesn't even know why he w-wasted so much time with me cause I was neither a "good fuck" nor cooking and cleaning for him." She closes her eyes in shame after this ramble, "And now I just... I don't know. Is he right? Am I a bad girlfriend and too sensitive? I j-just... I love him so much. And even if I get over him, how will anybody put up with me if I'm so bad in bed and such a bed girlfriend in general?"

Her eyes are still closed -- thankfully, or she would have seen the smirk that I can't quite keep from my face. The boy really did a number on her there. I breathe, calculating my next move as she sits in front of me, a crying mess. Insecure. Not trusting her own opinions. **** for male approval. My cock twitches again.

"You can always become a better girlfriend." This might backfire. She might get angry and defensive. Or it throws her further into that beautiful spiral she is in. "You know what the problems are now, so you can fix them."

Her eyes snap open and find mine. In a whisper she asks me, "How do I fix it?"

"Well, Noah seems to have given you some tips already: cook, clean, put an effort into your appearance," I say in a neutral tone, "men like that. And, of course, put your man's needs first. Make sure he actually enjoys fucking you." I see her flinch at what she must consider crude language. So cute.

"B-but.. how do I do that?"

Trying my best to sound **** I say, "Well, I guess -- I could show you some helpful videos and answer any questions you have?"

It takes everything in me not to laugh out loud when she looks up at me in gratitude and nods eagerly.