Experienced

Prologue
Her name with Guinevere Franco, 18, freshman, from Baltimore, Maryland. She was 5"10 inches tall, with the body of a centerfold and the features of an exotic Mediterranean maiden. Guinevere was sophisticated, intelligent, beautiful, graceful much more mature than a 21 year-old guy from the mid-west. A guy more into astronomy and physics than women. But damned if she wasn't in his mind more than his studies. For four years he attended Columbia no compulsion to release his inhibitions, he was in fact the oldest male v-v-v well lets just say he could use a bit more experience but the only girl who interested him was far to experienced for him. Guinivere would most undoubtable laugh upon hearing the situation.
If only she could get Brian Kilden to ask her out. He was a quiet sweet smart guy who sat next to her in class. Brian was 6"5 lean, lanky, but somehow she could tell beneath those plaid shirts he wore under a sleeveless undershirt he had muscles.
The guy wore glass that reminded her of Clark Kent, Dean Cane, but this guy, a total science whiz was even better.
Just hearing him talk in that instructional tone he used made her want to muss him up. To have him teach her. However what knowledge did she have, she was only gangly, big, and a total screw up with guys. A babe in the woods.
Her pencil was snatched from her hands, her eyes shot up from the doodles on
her notebook. His jungle green eyes meet her black ones.
"Yes." She gave him a friendly smile.
Daniel hesitated as if he were swallowing a lump in his throat. He whispered in her ear. "May I speak to you after class in my apartment?"
"Of course."
After class was over he walked her to his apartment. Brian asked her to
please have a seat. "Do you want a drink?"
"No." Guinevere said.
"I'll get a cup of water." Brian took his time to gather up his courage. Then drifted back into the room.
"What did you need to see me about?"
"I want you to teach me all you know about sex."
Her mouth dropped open. No sound came from her lips. Her eyes as wide as saucers and her cheeks flooding with heat.
"Yes or no."
"Yes." She sounded as surprised as he was by her answer.
"What time and day?"
"Next week, seven o'clock."

Next Week
She paced the length her dorm room in a black silk robe opened to reveal a black satin and lace teddy. Last week this guy, a senior in her class,
asked her to teach him all she knew about sex. She told him she would do it tonight to be able to get a visual instruction manual, The New Joy of Sex, and a book on what men like in bed to look them over before the event.
Could she do this, fool an innocent, intelligent man that she was experienced? She already had and would until he presses inside her that first time.
Someone rapped on her door. A smile covers her face, she really liked this guy. Gracefully, silently Guinevere opens the door. At 5"10 she at times towers over men especially wearing high heels but even with them he is four inches taller.
He looks over her, first the high heeled black clogs with a strap over her ankle to hold the shoe in place, then the stockings encasing her long legs, the garter belts and garter then the teddy, to her face. She was looking down with a cat got the canary grin. Slowly she ran her tongue over her natural dark rose colored lips.
"Shall we begin?"
Brian hesitates then says with steely resolve. "Yes."
Watching and doing are two different this. "Lets start with the lips."
Guinevere takes his hands and guides them to the small of her back. Okay she never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, and now hoped to look like an expert in such matters. She made her lips pliant parted and only a tiny bit pursed, she angled her head and kisses him.
"Open your mouth." He follows her instructions mindlessly as if he could no longer think. Her tongue reaches out touching his lower lip before meeting his tongue in a game of catch me if you can.
But when he slips his into her mouth she sucks on it. Oh my god his eyes just about roll back in his head. She was so sinfully sweet.
The two loose sight of the lesson and begin making out her hand reach for the buttons of his shirt and his move to cup over her satin covered breasts.
Her hand presses against his chest and makes their lips break away. Her lips were tingly swollen. "Your a good kisser."
"Take off everything but your boxers then we'll moved to the bed." Brian did as asked and looked at her a little hungrily. Who would have known that a science whiz would be preoccupied with sex?
Guinivere let the robe drop and turned away from him. "Could you do something for me?"
He moved up behind her.
"Would you unsnap the hooks." She moved her hair so that it rested down her collarbone and over her right breast.
"Kiss my neck." She was getting the hang of ordering him about.
Brian scanned the back for the invisible hooks by feel he found them and quickly dispatched them revealing the smooth graceful curve of her spine. At her instruction he placed his lips over the rapid pulse beating in her throat. he opens the fabric further apart so she could feel his skin on hers.
"Stop." She felt so weak yet the energy was boiling in her veins. "Let me show you how to make love now."
She was aroused and swollen truly ready to take him.
Guinevere turned and looked down at the fabric tented over his erection. "We'll fit perfectly."
"Watch me." She unsnapped the teddy at the crotch, then took the dainty straps that held it up into her hands and slowly pulled them down.
Brian could not stop watching, he'd seen this all in a human anatomy course but had never seen her like this. Long legs, full breasts with the tips hardened, flat stomach, tiny waist, sweetly curved hips, and black curls covering heaven on earth.
She moved to sit in the center of her crimson red sheets, then beckoned to him. "Take your boxers off now it will only hinder us later."
Quickly he shoved them down and stepped out of them.
My, my, she knew his shirt covered muscles, lean corded muscles, what a fine specimen of manhood. His erection rose proudly among a nest of brown hair.
Oh my god, oh my god, don't panic, don't panic, calm down, breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out.
"Have you ever sucked on a woman before?" Guinevere asked him.
"No."
She took her left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. "Mmmmmm." Her eyes closed for a second before opening once again. "A woman like a man sometimes to touch, lick suck, or pinch at her nipples. I like them sucked."
Brian moved onto the bed until he was between her parted legs, then took the tip she offered up to him into his mouth. Suckling at it slowly then licking at it while in his mouth.
Her hands trembled when she placed them on his shoulders. His body took in her inexperienced for what it was, innocence, his mind refused to acknowledge it until he looked at her face.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly in a silent cry, her thighs were slightly shaking and so were her hands. "Brian? Why did you stop?"
"I think I know."
"Know what?" She asked.
"That you are a virgin like me."
"Does that mean we won't make love?"
"No that means we won't do it to teach me lessons on sex, but because we want each other." Brian looked down and she innocently smiled.
"Can we do this?" Guinevere took out The New Joy of Sex and showed him the matrimonial picture on page 92 and 93 of her small pocket sized version.
Just imagining them together in such a manner, had his soldier saluting. He braced his arms on the side of her head. She braced hers on the sides of his ribs. Her legs closed over his thighs. "Do we need birth control?"
"Last week after you asked me to teach you I went on the pill." Guinevere bit her lip. "I only wanted to feel you inside me."
Brian smiled down at her. "I am going to enter you slowly." He pressed into her, only by small increments. She was relaxed so it hardly pained her. All she felt was a fullness as her body stretched around him like a perfectly fitting glove. She enveloped him like warm silk, the proof of her arousal easing his passage. She was tight around him then he felt it a thin barrier preventing him from going any deeper.
"I feel it, it's thin but closing the rest of you off from me. I'm going to go through it quick."
Brian pressed his lips against her then withdrew slightly then press hard forward, her small cry was smothered before she took him in totally. He stilled. "Oh my, you fill me make me whole."
Guinevere did not sound surprised. Her muscles clenched around him experimentally and she moaned. Able to feel acutely the length of him inside her.
Slowly so torturingly slow, he began to move, withdrawing then pressing back in, over and over, their hearts sped, and he braced his hands on her hips and tilted them up and he pressed down. A wild cry was ripped from her throat.
"I'm...so..." She panted for about 45 seconds before continuing. "...close. If-you press-a finger...hard against my-clit I'll...be-able...to come."
Brian used the thumb of his right hand and pressed into the fold after a few second of searching her found the protruding muscle and press hard against in. She clench around him so hard it wasn't easy to keep from cumming.
After gaining control over the urge he moved and rubbed circles onto the tissue.
She whimpered and started crying out his name over and over. Her whole body trembled under him. Then her body tightened around him more and more until she held him in a vice, this time he couldn't control himself.
Brian exploded, shooting his cum deep inside her as her inner walls convulsed around his erection. He yelled harshly. Guinevere cried in ecstasy.
Slowly their orgasm ended leaving them affectionate, lazy, and sated temporarily.
"I was wondering Brian..."
"What?"
"Can we try this next?" She showed him the croupade position in page 111, a rear entry position.
He stirred to life once more.
"Ain't I good teacher." Guinevere asked.
"For a virgin of course you are." With those words he helped turn her onto her hands and knees...