She would be his instructor, his mentor, his elder, his goddess, his lover. All he had to do was say yes. Of course he did.

Deep down, doesn’t every woman fantasize about introducing a young man to the pleasures of sex? Taking a virgin and molding him into my own perfect sexual partner had always been my dream, and one night I was lucky enough to have my fantasy come true.

It was Sunday night, and I was having many problems about going back to the office routine after a thoroughly relaxing holiday weekend. So I stopped in my favorite bar for a wind-down drink after working out, intending to grab a hamburger on my way home.

I sat down at one of the small tables and ordered a drink. Sipping it, I looked around. Our pub is a quiet one, given more to soft background music and over-stuffed chairs than to flashing lights and loud rock and roll; the crowd is mostly in their late thirties and older. That’s why I was surprised to see the young man sitting alone at the bar.

I couldn’t help but stare, as he had a tentative glow about him. His face was firm and sensuous, his lips full and inviting, his hair falling softly across his forehead. His body was tight and muscular, and I could see that he had a lovely ass. He sat nursing a drink, his eyes surreptitiously searching the room, and then he finally spotted me.

I could feel my body responding as he gave me the once-over. It was silly, I knew; he had to be at least fifteen years my junior. But I could sense there was a mutual admiration — we connected — and on top of it all, my pussy was beginning to throb helplessly as I returned his stare.

Part of me was screaming, no, control yourself, but another part, where urge of lust and sensuality breed, told me to pursue him. And I did, smiling invitingly.

He got up from his stool and walked over. His voice was low and gentle. He told me his name was Ryan and asked if he could join me.

“You seem a little young to be in a place like this,” I said. “Shouldn’t you be at one of the hot spots?”

“Looks like I am,” he replied, and his smile broadened. I had to have him.

We talked casually and sipped our drinks, but it was apparent from our body language, our eye contact, that the need, the lust for each other, was bigger than both of us.

“So there you are,” I said finally. “Well, now are you ready to go somewhere a little more private?” With this I lightly brushed his hand. He looked up quickly, his eyes wide, and I wondered if I’d been too hasty. “It isn’t a problem, is it?”

“Oh no!” he said, looking down at the table, then back up at me. “I think that would be wonderful.” He seemed a tad awkward, perhaps embarrassed that I had called his bluff.

I couldn’t figure out what was wrong as I watched him fidget with his glass; then it hit me, and the realization made me heady with desire. “Ryan,” I whispered, hoping against hope that it would be true, “have you ever… ever before?”

He looked like a mischievous school-boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he mumbled, “No.”

I could barely believe my ears! “A gorgeous guy like you, never made it before?” He shook his head.

“I never wanted women my own age. They seemed so inept. I wanted an older woman, someone with experience, to take me and make love to me. I want someone who knows what they’re doing, but I could never convince anyone that I was sincere. To them I’m just a boy.”

“Ryan,” I said, hardly able to stand the ache between my legs, “I think this is going to be a lovely holiday treat for both of us.”

We finished our drink and drove to my apartment, stopping first to pick up a bottle of champagne. This was going to be a very special night indeed.

I sat him down on the couch and told him not to move while I went into the bedroom. I wanted everything to be perfect. I carefully selected white stockings, a pretty silk chemise with a little flower work on it, and a long white robe to cover everything. Then I went into the kitchen and returned carrying two flutes of champagne.

“To sweet adventure,” I said, lifting my glass in a toast. I rested our glasses on an end table and began to unbutton his shirt.

He reached for me, but I put his arms back at his sides. “This night is for you to be pleasured,” I said. “I’ll tell you what to do when the time comes. You can be my pleasure student.” I unfastened each button, pausing to lick and kiss the smooth skin of his chest.

When I got to the final button, I reached one finger inside the waistband of his pants, just enough to tease, then withdrew it quickly. I didn’t want him to get too excited too soon; I wanted this to last for eternity.

I kissed Ryan slowly, his lips proving to be as wonderful as they had looked in the bar. When I slipped my tongue in his mouth, he reached back with his, moaning softly. He sighed as I ran my tongue down his throat, then came back up for another long kiss.

With our mouths pressed together, I reached down and gently touched the heated bulge of his crotch. His body stiffened. I kissed him deeper and kept rubbing him slowly until I could feel him relax. Finally, with a low moan, he pushed his swollen manhood against my fingers, and I massaged his cock through his pants. Oh, how big it felt, so manly. Standing up, I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. The pure white sheets were cool and inviting. I sat him down on the edge of the bed, unzipped his pants and reached inside for his cock.

It was large and firm, with a beautifully shaped head that was pink and shiny. Running my hand over it, I helped him remove his pants. His balls were heavy and firm, and I cupped them with my other hand.

“Have you ever had your cock sucked before?” He shook his head, and a thrill ran down my spine, inciting my cunt to ooze.

Reaching down, I slowly licked the head of his cock with my eager tongue. Ryan groaned and his hips shuddered. I licked the length of the shaft, kissed his balls, then licked him all the way up to the head again.

“Put your hands in my hair,” I told him. “I want to feel you here with me. Use your hands to show me what you want.” He worked his fingers through my long mane, hesitantly at first, then holding my head.

I took the head of his cock in my mouth, my wet tongue gliding over it, my lips sliding further and further down the shaft. His hands pulled at my head uncertainly. “Tell me what you want,” I repeated, and began a slow rhythm on his cock. I could feel him moving with me, pulling my head down so that all of him was in my hot mouth. He pushed his hips up to meet each stroke, moaning and whispering, “So good.”

I stopped to take each ball in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. Boldly he said, “Suck my cock. It feels so good when your mouth is on it!” I played with the head for a while, then plunged all of it suddenly into my mouth.

Faster and faster I sucked on it, and I could feel his balls tighten as he came closer to the edge. Finally it exploded in my mouth, the hot come washing over my tongue.

Ryan stretched out on the bed, panting, “That was better than I thought it could be,” he murmured contentedly.

“Maybe so,” I replied. “but you’re still a virgin, and you’ve still got to take care of me.” I guided his hand down to my sopping pussy, grinding against his fingers. “Massage it. Play with it.”

He did, his fingers slippery with my wetness. I showed him how to put a finger inside me and move his thumb over my clit. His cock began to get hard again.

I took off my robe and slipped the straps of my slip off my shoulders. My firm nipples were aching for his touch. “Suck on them,” I said. “Play with them.”

He reached up and kissed them clumsily, his hands shyly reaching out to touch the fullness of my breasts. “Be firm with them,” I instructed. “Lick them, suck on them!” His touch became surer as he moved from one to the other, his full lips reaching to suck and nibble on the hard pink ends.

Pushing him back on the pillow, I knelt over his mouth. He needed little instruction here; his tongue reached up and buried itself in the soft folds. I moaned as he brushed against my clit. “That’s the spot,” I said, “lick it.”

He did, his hands rubbing  my legs, playing with my stocking tops. I moved forward so his tongue slid across my hole. “Make your tongue thick and push it inside,” I told him. His eager tongue thrust into my pussy, burrowing deep, then moving back up to my clit. As I had shown him, he worked his finger into my hole, in and out, and I cried out with pleasure. By moving on his tongue and helping him find the most sensitive spots, I felt the pressure build until the orgasm poured over me, my pussy flowing like oil into his mouth. He was pretty remarkable for a first-timer.

His cock was red-tipped and rock-hard and it was time to take him completely. Sliding my chemise up so I could see my cunt, I moved down so that I was positioned over his ample shaft. With my hand, I guided the head back and forth over my soaked pussy lips until it gleamed with my juices.

Slowly I pushed the head inside me; Ryan closed his eyes and moaned. Up and down I moved on it, each time a little deeper, until finally his entire cock was inside my stretched flesh. I rode it slowly, then faster, while he met each stroke to push it in as far as it would go.

“Roll over with me,” I told him. “Like that — keep it inside me!” He was starting to take control as he fucked me from the side, pushing his cock in deep.

To my surprise, he pushed us over completely, so that he was on top. He worked in and out with long, smooth strokes — a fantastic pupil indeed.

“Faster!” I cried out. “Fuck me with that gorgeous cock!” He did, driving it harder and deeper into my throbbing pussy until he was fucking me with an intensity and rhythm that any experienced man would envy. I was further amazed to find that this young virgin was once again bringing me to orgasm with his magnificent cock.

Just as the pressure seemed unbearable, he thrust his tongue in my mouth and kissed me hard. Waves of pleasure passed over me, my pussy grabbing at the lovely cock that still rammed into me. No sooner had I come than he cried out, and I could feel his hot semen flushing my cunt, his body shivering with lust.

We held each other in a lasting embrace, both of us exhausted from our intense orgasms. “I knew it would be good, but that was incredible.”

“That’s just the beginning,” I promised him. “There’s still a lot to learn, different positions, all the variations.”

“Teach me,” he said, snuggling down beside me, his hand moving down to gently cup my pussy. I was happy to.

My fantasy turned out to be everything I thought it would, and so did Ryan’s. Teaching certainly is a wonderful job — especially when it turns out to be as rewarding for teacher as for student.