True Love behind Fake Date

Chapter 2: The First Lesson

Jasmine looked crestfallen. A mixture of hurt and shock, she knew deep down that he was right. It was her worst fear realized. She had tried denying it but it was time to face the truth.

Mike waited for some kind of response, but when none came he tried to soften the blow. “It’s a good thing. It’s what makes you who you are.” He regretted it the moment he’d said it but it was too late to take it back. He couldn’t help but think what a dumb thing it was to say.

Willing herself not to cry, she finally spoke. “It’s not like I haven’t tried to be more… s****l. I just… I don’t know how to be.” Truth be told, she wanted to be more intimate, but the mechanics weren’t the issue, it had more to do with initiating and following through.

Her parents were pretty conservative and never really showed much affection, so it didn’t come naturally to her. Couple this with the lack of confidence and the answer was clear. She had dated in the past but it never reached a point of intimacy, mostly because she didn’t let it.

Mike's next sentence was very shocking, to say the least.

“Have you tried watching porn?” he said confidently, treating it like a normal everyday topic, like they were chatting about the weather or maybe their plans for the weekend.

Her face scrunched up in discomfort, this wasn’t going where she’d expected. The whole idea seemed taboo to her and they had never discussed anything like this before. It was new territory.

“Isn’t that gross?” such a schoolgirl answer Mike couldn't help but think to himself.

“That depends on what kind you’re into…” he joked, he couldn’t help himself. He thought she would immediately shut down any conversation that had anything to do with s*x. Being the shy girl she was, she had surprised him by allowing the conversation to continue.

“What’s that supposed to mean, like normal kind, I guess?” she felt stupid asking, but maybe he had a point, maybe she could learn something from it.

“There’s literally something for everyone.” He grabbed the remote and switched to the browser on the television, “Here I’ll show you.”

Before she could protest, he had opened a website. It had hundreds of clips viewable with a page full of categories and even a top picks list. He scrolled through the list and clicked on one without hesitation. It was titled ‘Sensual massage and creampie’.

The video was just as the title suggested, a woman receiving a sensual massage with oils while completely nude, which quickly transitioned into the masseuse touching her breasts, orally stimulating her before penetrating her and making her moan out loudly.

Thankfully, the volume was low as both actors proceeded to make s*x noises, enjoying the pleasure. Jasmine wasn’t sure how to react. Watching it unfold made her own genitals twinge, but she could also feel her face flush in awkwardness as Mike sat beside her. It didn’t seem appropriate to be watching this with him present, but at the same time it didn’t feel particularly wrong, just a little… different.

Pausing the video, he looked over at her, a smile on his face. “See, its as easy as that.” Never could he have predicted this happening, not with Jasmine at least. But somehow he didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable at all, he was completely at ease. It was clear she wasn’t, but he kept his cool, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

Overcoming her fears of judgement and humiliation, she finally gathered the courage to take the remote from his hand and start browsing the site herself. There was a lot to see. They sat in silence as she looked at multiple videos, all different yet the same.

After about a half hour, Mike couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his jeans constricted around his crotch. He was only human after all, and men couldn’t really hide it as well as women could. “I’ll be right back.” He got up, careful to hide his groin from view and went to the kitchen.

As socially awkward as she could sometimes be, she was not oblivious to what had just happened. She had noticed him placing his arms over his lap to hide his hard-on. She couldn’t blame him, these videos were having a similar effect on her. She could feel the warmth gather between her legs followed by the throbbing.

Caught up in the feelings, she wasn’t really thinking straight, but she had made up her mind. She needed practical experience if she was going to learn.

She turned off the TV and followed after him.

Mike stood with his back to her, he was sipping at a glass of water and leaning back against the counter.

“Mike?” Her own voice sounded strange to her, like it didn’t belong to her.

He started at the sound of his name, almost spilling water everywhere, and spun around. He had completely forgotten that he had loosened his jeans to relieve the pressure of the zip pressing into him. Jasmine pretended not to notice, she walked up to him and looked up with a thoughtful expression. “Sorry, I just needed to… cool off.”

Jasmine kept looking into his eyes and it was clear what he saw there, a hunger and a longing. She had taken hold of his jeans on both sides and was pushing them down.

Fully erect, his p***s pointing forward, he stood in awe, shocked into stillness. He couldn’t really bring himself to stop what was happening, he longed for it himself.

“I need to learn, Mike, will you let me learn?” her eyes were placating him, she wanted a go ahead. All he could do was nod.

With that, she got down on her knees and pushed her hair back, it took only seconds for her to begin.

Taking hold of his shaft, his veins immediately pulsated at her touch. She could feel herself getting wet in anticipation. She tightened her grip ever so slightly and the throbbing intensified. She didn’t look up, worried that she would find him staring down at her. Instead, she parted her lips and slipped his head into her mouth.

He groaned softly but tried keeping himself in check. He had dreamed of this for years and finally the day had come. Her pace was what was setting him off, her slow and deliberate moves were driving him crazy. Every fibre of his being wanted to pick her up, clear the counter and take her right there.

He would contain himself, for her benefit, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward just the tiniest bit.

The hip movement was well received, her mouth slid closer to his body, slowly at first, uncertain. She felt around with her tongue but soon she had most of his member inside her mouth.

The exploratory movement of her tongue was maddening and another low groan escaped him. Somehow, without thinking, he had stopped gripping the counter behind him and let his hands stroke her hair as her head moved back and forth. She jerked a little as his hands touched her head, but relaxed when she realised he was only gently stroking her hair, not attempting to stop her.

A rhythm wasn’t hard to find, she was slow at first but started to speed up soon enough. She had let go of the shaft and felt brave enough to take it in as far as she possibly could.

The tip touched the back of her throat and she fought the urge to gag. She was completely engrossed in her task and deaf to the moans and mutterings happening above her head.

With his fingers entangled in her hair, Mike swayed his hips to match her rhythm. He could feel the climax building within him, muttering her name under his breath.

They rocked back and forth in tandem, her head bobbed with his hips. Her lips and tongue caressing his skin and the warmth of her mouth was just right and, though her inexperience was clear at first she had caught on like wildfire.

Mike was reaching the point of no return. He could feel his legs twitch as he edged ever closer. He had to decide whether he should pull away or explode in her mouth. As much as he longed to do the latter, he didn’t want her first experience to be messed up by his selfishness.

It was decided, as he felt the rippling sensation course through his body, he pulled her head back gently and held onto his own member so as to aim away from her. He was just in time as he ejaculated past her and onto the tiled floor. His face flushed at the mess he’d made but he managed to help her to her feet as he pulled up his pants.

“Sorry about that. Usually I can control myself better.” A bashful smile lit up his face.

The silence that followed felt like an eternity before Jasmine finally responded. Her face was crimson and she had turned away as he pulled his pants up. “I’m sorry Mike. I… I… shouldn’t have done that. I just… It was just… I got caught up in the moment.” She was stumbling over her words, unable to find the right ones to express herself.

“No no, it's really… it was great. Better than anything really.” He didn’t know how to put her at ease as he didn’t really understand what it was she was feeling. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. It suddenly came to him, a way to alleviate her shyness and let her know it was all good.

“How else are you going to learn? I mean you can only learn so much from videos… you know.” He grabbed a kitchen towel and started cleaning up his mess, hoping his bright idea would work.

Jasmine stood quietly contemplating his words. He wasn’t wrong. The only reason she felt so mortified was her lack of skill and experience. They had been friends for a long time but this was strictly… she paused looking for the right term… research. That was it. This was strictly practical research.

She turned back to him, “You’re right, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m just using you.”

“Never even crossed my mind.” He had finished cleaning and was washing up. Thinking about it, he didn’t mind being used if it was for her benefit.

“But I don’t want things to get weird or anything.” Second thoughts were starting to set in, what if it ruined their friendship.

It didn’t take long for another bright idea to occur to him, “Tell you what, as cliché as it sounds lets have a safe word. If anything happens that either of us isn’t comfortable with, we can just say it and reset the situation. No questions asked, no obligations. Does that seem fair?” it sounded lame saying out loud but it seemed to work on her.

“What would the safe word be?” As usual, curiosity was getting the best of her.

“How about… Harley?” The word just popped into his head.

“Like Davidson or Quinn?” she was clearly onboard, her mischievousness shining through.

Mike's eyebrows did a little dance as he answered her, “Does it matter?”

“I guess not, but you have to promise this won’t make our friendship all weird. This is not worth losing you over.” Honesty was sometimes best. Maybe if he understood her fear of losing his friendship he would be able to help avoid that outcome.

Fingers crossed over his heart playfully, he smiled at her, but he understood her misgivings. This would be harder than he’d thought, but there was no backing out now, he needed to help her through this. “I promise.”

Jasmine absentmindedly took a huge swig of the water he had set aside before. Her mouth felt dry but mostly she was surprised by the taste in her mouth, it was nothing like she’d expected. She was pleasantly surprised.

“I think we need something stronger than water.” He rummaged through the cabinets for a minute before pulling out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila. “Pick your poison.”

She didn’t ordinarily drink but, under the circumstances, she would continue her experimentation. She pointed at the tequila which Mike quickly poured into two glasses with a splash of orange juice. They both needed some liquid courage.

“How about some fresh air?” He pushed open the back door and took a seat on one of the patio chairs. Following suite she took the chair beside him, enjoying the breeze and letting her mind wander.