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Love Lessons
(C)1999 by Virago Blue
This story may not be reproduced without the written permission
of the author, Virago Blue.


     Gina Donatela-entrepreneur, headstrong, steadfast woman of
independent means-trembled slightly in her Italian leather pumps. 
The pink message slip left on her desk by her secretary flouted
its message-Richard Patterson called-followed by his phone
number.  The name alone elicited a storm of emotions.  He always
did have that affect on her, even after their affair was over. 
She always felt pensive when he crossed her mind.  He had left
more than seven years ago, and not on good terms.  

     Gina leaned back in her chair and kicked off her shoes.  She
tapped her manicured nails on her desk, an admittedly bad habit
from childhood she superstitiously thought helped her think.  She
looked at the phone, weighing her choices. Should she call him? 
That would be the best way to turn down any offer he made.  If
she had to face him, she might falter, losing the independence
and willpower she had gained since he left.  

     If a human being could be addicted to another human being,
then she will forever be in recovery.  She once adored Richard,
always eager to appease any wish or demand of his.  She was so
young and naive.  The thought of becoming so dependent on another
man's attentions was terrifying to her now.  She will never lose
control like that again.  Her love for Richard simmers weakly
behind a closed door in her heart.  One to believe in the fates,
Gina had to finally resign herself to the fact that they were
never meant to be together.

***    ***    ***

     Richard and Gina met on a blind date, neither one of them
thrilled at the idea.  Gina was a callow nineteen-year-old who
worked as a hostess at a Dallas restaurant.  Richard was a
thirty-two-year-old attorney, handsome, athletic and recently
separated.  They liked each other immediately.  They also shared
the same interests in food, politics, books and music.  Gina's
petite stature, short pixie-ish black hair, milky white
complexion and stunning green eyes complemented Richard's tall
build, blond hair and blue eyes.  They were a beautiful couple.

     Their attraction soon built from warm, wet kisses after a
date to frenzied kissing and groping any time they were alone. 
Gina always thrilled at his looks, touches and kisses.  Perhaps
the thought that he was an older, experienced man made him more
interesting.  He teased her at times, telling her she was too
young and sweet to handle him.  She looked forward to the day she
would prove him wrong.  Gina scheduled an appointment with her
gynecologist and started her first month of birth control pills,
just in case.

     She deified Richard.  Sometimes she would asked about his
separation.  He eased her trepidation by telling her he was in
the process of divorcing his wife.  She was mentally ill and he
couldn't take care of her anymore.  The divorce just wasn't final
yet.  This pacified Gina.  She trusted Richard, but most of all
she loved him.  

     Over dinner one night their discussion turned to more risque
subject matter.  After a couple of glasses of wine, Gina's
inhibitions and shyness diminished and she was ready to flirt
dangerously.  He fed her a strawberry.  She held his hand,
pulling the strawberry between her sangria-tinted lips, her eyes
never leaving his.  They began talking about sex, all kinds of
sex. Gina was inexperienced but eager to prove to Richard that
she was a fast learner.  Richard was the one, she felt sure of it
at the time.  She was ready to explore all the ways of making
love and didn't want to wait anymore.  

     They rushed through the rest of dinner and hurried back to
Gina's apartment.  Richard turned on some music while she
freshened up in the bathroom.  He took the time to light several
candles around the bed.  Gina was more than a little eager to get
started.  By the salacious gleam in his eye and the way he kissed
her when they entered the apartment, she was sure she would have
a night to remember.  She wanted him to remember it forever also. 

     "Ahem."  Gina stood before Richard, naked except for the
black silk robe skimming her petite body.  She didn't tie the
robe closed, instead let the thin silk drape her lithe body
revealing a glimpse here and there of creamy skin and gentle
curves.  She smiled shyly. 

     "I've been waiting for this since the first time I met you,
Gina."  Richard said, approaching her.  He circled behind her,
taking in the aura of her arousal.  
  
     Gina always carefully guarded her virginity.  The moment she
crossed the threshold into sexual activity was going to be a time
to always remember fondly.  Still, she was afraid of how she
would react.  Would it hurt terribly?  Would she cry or scream
out in pain?  What about orgasm--will she experience an orgasm
and how would she know?  Would it feel the same as when she
brought herself to orgasm by her own hand?    

     He carefully peeled away her diffidence as her clothing
slipped from her shoulders.  He replaced the air-kissed skin with
eyes of adoration and worship.  She stood before him, tentative
and curious, believing she was loved.  What came next was the
easy part.

     Quickly Richard's clothing was strewn across a chair in her
small bedroom.  She almost laughed at the eager way he stripped,
carelessly throwing his expensive-looking clothing to the side. 
A thick strand of blonde hair slipped across his forehead giving
him a boyish look.  He was far from being a boy.

     Richard leaned back on her bed, waiting for her to approach. 
Gina devoured his body with her eyes first, marveling at the way
the light from the candles highlighted the golden brown dusting
of hair from his chest to his belly.  It thickened to a dark
thatch between his legs, the place she nearly feared to go.  She
brushed the back of her hand along the finer hairs on his belly,
letting them tickle her skin before turning her palm to his
chest.

     Gina straddled his thighs, touching all that she wondered
about: smooth shoulders, corded arms, hard belly.  Her hand
enclosed his thick shaft, feeling for the first time the part of
a man that was elusive and mysterious to her.  The contrast of
her milky skin against his rugged tan was so beautiful, like
cream melting into warm caramel.  She tasted his lips, jaw and
neck with her tongue.  It was so right.

     He was gentle, each caress followed by a dusting kiss or a
whispered word.  Their hearts, words and touches were in sync.

     "I love you." He lied.

     He rolled her to her back, kissing away any fear that was
left, building the passion, stoking the fire.  The first push of
his cock head against her virginity drew a gasp.  Slowly he
withdrew, only to enter a little further, bringing the wetness
that was needed with him.  Her thighs gripped his hips, the heels
of her feet nudging at the back of his legs.

     Richard's cock felt huge.  It was supposed to fit, other
women did this all the time.  Surely she wasn't too small.  The
time was now.  Gina prodded him with her heels.  Richard's body
held back in question, trembling with sexual tension.  "Please"
she whispered, "Now."  

     Richard pushed gently, finally thrust painfully, pleasurably
past the stubborn door of virginity.  He stopped, still deep
inside her and apologized with tender kisses for the discomfort
of the break.

     There were many more things to teach you, he would tell her
later, and each one is more exciting than the next.  She was
eager to learn.  Eventually he introduced her to something she
never thought she would enjoy, never thought she should enjoy. 
Ever since, she has wanted to use what she learned, share it with
someone else in some way.  It would have to be someone special
though. 

     She could still hear his huskily spoken words in her ear, "I
think you're ready."  Shivers electrified her body when his
tongue nipped at her earlobe.  Instantly her nipples tightened,
showing through her thin shirt.  Richard noticed and as they were
leaving the restaurant he brushed his arm against her chest.  

     "You're a bad boy, Richard."  Gina said with a smile.

     "You have no idea."

     Perhaps she was a little apprehensive about what was to
happen next.  Gina wasn't one to back down from a promise, and
she did promise to be an eager student.  Richard loved it when
she told him that.  

     They took a cab back to her apartment.  Once, Gina slid her
hand over the front of Richard's chinos to feel his cock.  She
looked up at him, giving him the wide-eyed and innocent look.  He
tensed his muscles.  Gina felt his cock move under her hand.  She
knew it was bold to grab him like this, especially when she met
the eyes of the cab driver in the rear-view mirror.  Somehow the
wickedness of it thrilled her all the more.  

     Richard's demeanor changed a little once they were alone. 
He slowly undressed and told her to do the same.  Gina pouted
playfully and slipped from her sheath.  She was wearing black
thigh high stockings underneath and nothing else.  He began to
tell her what he was going to do to her body, but she would have
to follow his instructions.  Gina promised him she would submit
to anything he asked of her.  With an air of unemotional dignity,
Richard instructed her to step towards the bed as he pulled his
tie from the pile of clothing on the floor.
  
     She knelt on the bed, hands placed on top of her thighs, her
heels pressed into her bare bottom, waiting.  Richard took away
her vision with a blindfold forcing her to use her other senses. 
She could feel him behind her.  His body heat warmed her skin,
her milky-white skin cool with apprehension, tingling with
anticipation at what would happen next.  The scent of patchouli 
filled her head.  Gina felt the bed dip to her right, knowing
Richard was examining her.  She shivered.  

     "Let me look at you, Gina."  Richard guided her to her knees
and used his hands to guide her thighs apart.  Shivers of fear
and excitement shook her briefly.  His hands stroked around her
thighs, lightly brushing against her dark pubic hair.  She
shivered again.  

     Gina's breath came in little pants and gasps.  It was
difficult to keep still and patiently wait for the next
sensation.

     He spread her thighs further apart, bending her over so her
palms were flat against the cold satin sheets.  The bed dipped
again.  

     Ever so gently he palmed her exposed sex, leaving his cupped
hand to hold her down there afterward.  He withdrew his hand and
lightly slapped it back to her desire-swollen sex.  No, it didn't
hurt, or maybe a little.  It didn't matter.  She liked it.  The
sharp tingles reverberated outward from the center of her sex,
tingling and warming the rest of her body.  He repeated the
gesture.  

     "Oh."  Gina softly moaned, catching her lower lip with her
teeth.

     "Shhhhh."

     The titillating slaps began to sound wetter.  Gina spread
her legs wider, eager to feel the complete sensation.  Her back
arched to offer herself more fully to his ministrations.

     The bed dipped.  Gina froze, her back still wantonly arched. 
Never in her life had she felt so sexed up.  She wanted to hurry
and cum but she knew he wouldn't let her.  He would make her wait
and wait.  Her orgasms were always better that way.

     Cat-tongue rough whiskers grazed her lower back.  Richard
moved his chin back and forth on the small of her back, his bulk
slowly sliding over her back.  His rough chin scratch-kissed her
skin up to the back of her neck.  His fingers slid into her short
black hair, gripping gently.  

     Gina moved her hips under him, feeling his prodding erection
against the back of her thigh rubbing against the top of her
stocking. Her skin prickled with goosebumps.

     The bed dipped.  Richard placed one of his hands next to
hers.  The inside of his muscled arm gently brushed her own arm. 
The hand playing with her silky short hair traveled down her
neck.  He reached around and palmed a tender young breast,
rolling a taut pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  He
squeezed the flushed nipple, dragging another moan from Gina.

     His hand continued to explore her soft skin, down her ribs,
her waist, skimming over her hip, circling to the place between
her legs that was begging for release.  He teased the short
curled hair before testing the slit with his finger.  She was
dripping wet.  His finger tapped her clitoris, bringing another
grinding of her hips against him.

     "Shhhhh . . . don't move."

     "I--please--I can't help it."  Gina gasped out.  His fingers
left her slippery wetness and pushed between the parted lips of
her mouth.  Gina sucked, circling his fingertip with her tongue.

     Richard's hand returned to her hip, caressing, stroking down
to her thigh, inching under the band of the black thigh high
stockings she wore.  His hands continued to explore exposed skin.

     The bed dipped.  Richard hovered over her, preparing to
enter her from behind.  He loomed over her like a proud beast
preparing to mount his bitch.  He prodded between her legs with
his proud cock, already oozing precum.  She arched against him,
so eager to take all of him in.  

     Richard pushed his cock against the warm wet center of her
sex, easing slowly into her.  She pushed against him.  He plunged
deep within her.  

     Gina cried out when he entered her so ferociously and deep. 
He continued his thrusts in and out, Gina rocking with him,
gasping with each slam against her cervix.  He pulled out once,
plowing over her engorged clitoris and through her dark bush only
to slam back into her with a vengeance.  He pulled out again,
rubbing his hot sticky cock head between her swollen labia,
rubbing her engorged clitoris again.  She felt the tremor start
within her, the unbelievable powerful orgasm that contracted her
from the inside out, forcing her to scream with pleasure.  She
felt their juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. 
Richard flopped his throbbing cock onto her rounded bottom,
groaning loudly as he came.

     Gina moaned and cried out with her orgasm, coinciding with
Richard's release.  The feel of his hot cum creaming her back
made her cries all the more powerful.  

     
***

     Gina continued to reminisce of that time seven years ago. 
She was all of nineteen-years-old and full of love for Richard. 
He taught her so much about sex, the joys and pains of it.  He
wasn't around when she turned twenty.  

     Her life nearly ended after he announced his plans to
reconcile with his wife.  She lost hope in men at that time,
obsessing over Richard, calling him, thinking about him, dreaming
about him, hating him, loving him, and hating his wife.  Her
obsession was driving her insane.  He only considered her an
affair.  He was her first love.

     She had a few lovers after Richard, but none could compare. 
She never felt as comfortable with them.  She held back telling
them of the games she liked to play.  They just didn't seem the
type.   

     If not for Charles, her wonderful, sweet, knight-in-shining-
armor Charles, she would have lost everything: her sanity, her
career goals, her friends, even her life.

     Charles had been her friend since her senior year in high
school.  Charles had an exotic attractiveness about him.  His
hair was thick and dark and he never noticed it needed a trim
until it began to curl at the collar of his shirt.  He had a warm
smile and generous lips, and eyes of deep dark brown.  He had the
potential to date as many of the girls at their high school that
he wanted, if he hadn't been so painfully shy.  

     They lived across the street from each other and their
mothers' had become close friends.  Gina's mother thought it
would be a good idea if Charles would drive Gina to school,
saving her the trouble.  Charles passively agreed and he and Gina
eventually struck up an unique friendship.  He told her of his
dreams for the future.  She felt comfortable sharing her secrets
with him.  He admitted having a girlfriend who lived in the town
he moved from forty miles away.  Gina never pried, but had the
feeling Charles was hiding something from her.

     They developed a rewarding friendship with just a slight
undercurrent of sexual tension.  She thought, anyway.

     After high school, Charles started college at the local
university and Gina didn't see him as often.  They talked on the
phone at least once a week and got together for movies and
concerts occasionally.  They always visited each other's parents,
especially at holidays when their schedules allowed for a few
days of rest to spend at home.  Charles talked about a
girlfriend, but Gina had yet to meet her.

     After Richard announced the reconciliation of his marriage,
Charles stayed around her often.  He admitted he was worried
about her health and well-being and hung around her to the point
of annoyance.  She cried a river on Charles' shoulder.  He always
let her cry it out, his hand rubbing tender circles on her back. 
His outlook on life, love and other influences soon had her
laughing and ready to get back into life.  

     Still, through all this time she never met his elusive
girlfriend.  Many times she thought to ask him if there was
something he wanted to tell her.  But, no, he would tell her in
due time, when he was ready to admit he had feelings for other
men.  She would accept him no matter what, she loved Charles and
that was all that mattered.  He was her best friend.

     They opened a restaurant together.  Gina's ability to whip
up gourmet meals paired with Charles' unfaltering business sense
produced a successful restaurant.  In no time they reached the
pinnacle of their field, five stars in Thompson's Restaurant
Review.  

     Charles and Gina spent so much time together.  Eventually
Charles admitted he lied about the girlfriends, only because he
was in love with Gina.  He wanted to tell her years ago but
didn't think she was ready.  Besides, every time he got up the
nerve to say the words, Gina would be dating someone else.  And
after Richard, Charles didn't have the heart to hit her with his
feelings.

     Gina didn't know how to react, only asked him to give her
some time.  Charles backed off, knowing he didn't lose Gina
forever, but things may change forever between them.

***

     Gina crumpled the pink message slip in her hands.  So
Richard, the man happily married to a so-called mental case,
called her a couple of hours ago?  He absconded with her feelings
once, she was convinced he outright lied to her about his wife,
but never again.  She was over him.  The only effect he had on
her was the wet spot in her panties her reminiscing had caused.   
And then she realized, why it came to her now she was uncertain,
he only told her he loved her when they had sex.

     Gina smoothed down her skirt and leaned against her office
door admiring the long tall muscular form of her best friend,
Charles, down the hall.  She wondered if the wetness in her
panties had left a tell tale spot on the back of her beige skirt.

     "Oh Chuckie, how about a drink at my place after work?" 
Gina asked in a sing-song voice.

     Charles turned and looked at her with a gentle, almost sad,
smile.  "How many times have I told you not to call me Chuckie? 
You know what that means, don't you?  I'll have to tickle an
apology out of you."  He winked, and Gina noticed the slight
crinkles in the corner of his brown eyes, how sexy it looked on
him.  

     "Promises, promises."  Gina teased.

     "You want me and you know it."  Charles waggled his brows,
pushing back the dark waves from his face.  

     "Fuck you, Chuckie."  Gina thought that Charles never looked
sexier.  The years had been very good to him.

     "Yeah, promises, promises."

***

     Their relationship changed that night after Charles showed
up for the promised drink and a bout of playful tickling.  Gina
told him in no uncertain terms how she felt about him.  His
friendship and companionship has meant the world to her over the
years.  She couldn't imagine a life without him.  She admired his
intelligence and respected his opinions.  He was an incredibly
beautiful man who would make a wonderful father someday.  Did she
say that?  Yes, she did and she'll say it again and again and
again.  I love you, Charles, and I want to know more of you.  I
want you to know more of me and if we like what we learn, well,
will you marry me?  I know this is difficult to hear, coming from
me, but I know how I feel.  I finally know how I feel and it is
wonderful!  

     Her happiness increased tenfold when he scooped her up in
his strong arms and admitted the same, wondering why she didn't
come to her senses sooner.  They needed to make up for lost time,
you know.  Yes, I love you, too, and yes I will marry you, you
feisty woman.  

***

     The bed dipped.  Gina ran her hands down the front of
Charles' chest.  Her gold wedding band glinted in the candle
light, making her smile.  Again.  They were friends, always
friends, and now they were husband and wife.  

     Gina licked and sucked his nipple, running her hands down
his firm belly to stroke his thighs and the sensitive spot she
knew he had at the small of his back.  Charles smiled his sultry
come-hither smile.  She couldn't see his eyes.  He was
blindfolded.  Charles liked her games and was becoming quite the
expert playmate.  Always, she made sure he knew before he came. 
And after.  She would tell him again and again.  "I love you,
Charles."  And she meant it.