Ricky was my project. I had set out to corrupt him, through and through. Or to put it more nicely: I seriously wanted to educate him. He wasn’t a virgin, but from what he’d told me, and what he’d demonstrated in bed, his sexual guidance had taken a lot of wrong turns. I liked Ricky. He was my boyfriend, and I wanted him to become a well-rounded sexual being.

Besides, it was as fun as hell showing him what was what. It almost made sex new for me again.

We had met socially about two months earlier. After circling each other for a little while, I had asked him out. He later said he’d been on the verge of asking me, but I sensed in him an innate shyness, like he didn’t believe in himself enough to actually approach me.

That skittish nature was endearing to me, and it turned out... Read More