Hannah has the face of an angel and the body of a model. She has large green eyes, smooth, fair skin, a pixyish face with freckles, and a slight cleft in her chin. Her long auburn hair stops in the middle of her back. She is five feet, nine inches tall with long slender legs, and a flat belly. Her ass is small but round. And her youthful breasts are somewhere between A and B cups, with nipples that are perpetually erect.
Evan is an even six feet tall. He weighs 160 pounds soaking wet and has a dirty blonde mop of hair on his head.
A week before getting married, Evan received “the talk” from his dad. During the three-minute lecture, his father did not go into any detail, used vague metaphors, and never mentioned any body parts. Consequently, Evan knew as much about sex after the talk as he did before.
Shortly before Hannah and Evan left their wedding reception, Hannah’s mom pulled Hanna aside, hugged her tight and said, “Keep the lights off and just get through it.” This was the entirety of Hannah’s sex talk. If it weren’t for the pamphlets about birth control in the nurse’s office in high school and a visit to the free clinic, Hannah would have gotten pregnant within weeks of getting marriage.
It has now been a little over a year since the wedding. Over that time, Evan and Hannah have become good friends with another married couple, Rosa and Charlie. Rosa is 24 years old. She is originally from Veracruz, Mexico, but moved to the United States when she was nine years old. She has light brown skin and dark eyes. Rosa is five feet, three inches tall with long dark hair. She has full 34-C breasts that look even larger because her waist is so small.
When they first met, Hannah thought that Rosa’s name was Linda Cola because she had heard Charlie refer to her that way a few times. About a week later, Hannah saw Rosa in a crowded supermarket. Hannah called out across the store, “Linda Cola.” Although a few older Mexican patrons started snickering, Rosa did not respond. So, Hannah called out even louder, “Linda Cola!” and waved her hands to get Rosa’s attention. It was then that an embarrassed Rosa rushed to Hannah. Rosa clarified what her name was and explained that “linda cola” is Spanish for “nice ass”. Rosa and Hannah have been friends since that embarrassing encounter.
Charlie’s real name is Carlos, but he goes by Charlie because he thinks it sounds more “Anglo”. Like Rosa, he is 24 and has dark hair, dark eyes and caramel-colored skin. Charlie is five feet, seven inches tall. He overcompensates for his lack of height by working out and lifting weights multiple times per week. The result is that he is extremely muscular and defined. He has the physique of a boxer and even won a few amateur bouts.
Evan and Charlie work together at the electronics factory outside of town. Their supervisor informed them that he was sending them to Phoenix for training. The company was going to pay for them to share a suite at a nice hotel for two nights and give them a per diem for food.
Evan and Charlie told their wives about the trip, and the couples decided to turn it into a mini vacation. When the foursome got to the hotel, the girls flipped a coin to decide who would get the bedroom and who would get the pullout sofa in the living room. Hannah won the coin toss.
That first night, Hannah and Evan got into the California king size bed. It was way bigger than the full size bed they shared at home. Hannah wore a knee length opaque nightgown and Evan wore red and black plaid pajamas. They told one another “Goodnight” and planned to go to sleep.
On the other side of the bedroom door, Rosa stood and stripped out of her clothes. A beam of light from outside came through the window and shined on Rosa’s bare breasts. Her hairless vulva was in the shadows. A few minutes later, Evan was asleep, but Hannah heard Rosa moaning in the other room.
For no less than thirty minutes more, Rosa’s melodious moaning continued with Charlie’s guttural grunts forming a countermelody. The sexual music was accented by the smacking sounds of Charlie slapping Rosa’s sweet ass when he started fucking her doggystyle. Eventually, their carnal symphony ended with a loud “Ay papi!” (pronounced ī päpē) from Rosa, followed by Charlie pumping his seed deep into Rosa’s pussy.
The next day, the boys got up and went to their training. The girls decided to take a dip in the hotel swimming pool. Hannah wore a conservative black one-piece. It was the type of swimsuit that a 65-year-old nun would buy. But Rosa wore a blue two-piece swimsuit with a triangle top and cheeky bottoms. More than a little of Rosa’s ass was on display for the other hotel guests.
When they were done at the pool, they wrapped themselves in big towels and headed back to their suite.
After being in the other room during the prior night’s sexual escapades, Hannah wanted to ask Rosa questions, but felt awkward. The truth was that, although Hannah loved Evan and liked being close to him, she did not enjoy it very much when they had sex. She suspected that the act should be more pleasurable. So, she worked up the courage to have a frank conversation with her friend.
“Do you like it when you and Charlie have… relations?” Hannah asked Rosa.
“Relations?” Rosa asked with confusion, “Are you talking about when we have sex?”
“Yes… sex.” Hannah said timidly.
“Hell yeah,” said Rosa. “Why do ask?”
“Well, it seemed that way from the noises I heard last night,” Hannah answered.
“Oh, shit! You could hear us? I am so embarrassed,” Rosa said while hiding her face in her hands.
“Don’t be,” Hannah said. “But I was just wondering how you know when you’re doing it right.”
Rosa uncovered her face and said, “Doing it right? There is no wrong way to have sex as long as you have an orgasm.” Rosa then looked at the blank expression on Hannah’s face and said, “You do have orgasms, right?”
Hannah hesitantly responded, “I mean… I’ve never said, ‘eye poppers’ when we’re doing it, but I think so.”
Rosa was momentarily confused, then responded, “First of all, I said ‘ay papi’. And second, that’s not how orgasms work. If you’d had one, you’d know it.”
“In that case, I haven’t had one,” Hannah admitted.
Rosa did some quick math in her head. Hannah and Evan had been married for over a year. She figured that, at three times a week, times more that 52 weeks, they must have had sex more than 150 times. Even if they only did it twice a week, they had had sex more than 100 times. The idea that Hannah had not had an orgasm was incomprehensible to Rosa. In truth, the teenage couple was nowhere near that number. All told, in a year of marriage, Hannah and Evan had had sex only about a dozen time.
“So, when Evan goes down on you, you still don’t have one?” Rosa asked. This question was met with another blank stare. “He doesn’t eat you out?” asked Rosa with surprise.
“Well…” said Hannah, looking down at the floor.
“Not even after you suck his cock?” asked Rosa.
Hannah mumbled, “I’ve never actually…”
“Oh my gawd, you’ve never sucked your husband’s dick?!?” exclaimed Rosa. In a flash of realization about the implications, Rosa then asked, “Have you ever sucked anybody’s dick?”
Hannah responded, “I got married very young, and Evan was the only boy I dated.”
“Okay. Okay, okay. I get it. But wait. Let’s get back to you. Even if you haven’t had one with Evan, are you telling me that you’ve never given yourself an orgasm?” asked Rosa.
Out of innocence and inexperience, Hannah scoffed, “Of course not. How would that even be possible?”
“Wow,” Rosa said in disbelief. “Hannah, I know you’re young, but you’re a grown-ass woman. You have to learn about your own body. If you don’t know what gives you pleasure, you can’t expect someone else to know.”
“How am I supposed to learn that?” Hannah asked earnestly.
“You touch yourself until you have an orgasm,” said Rosa bluntly.
Hannah hesitated for a few seconds before being brave enough to ask, “Could you show me?”
“I would if this was a girl-on-girl porn movie, but this is real life,” Rosa responded. Hannah had a puzzled look on her face. Worse still, the naiveté and neediness in Hannah’s big emerald eyes were too much for Rosa to resist. “Fine. I can’t say ‘no’ when you’ve got that look on your face. We’ll do this together.”
Rosa dropped her towel, then untied and removed her top. Hannah was somewhat surprised that Rosa would disrobe in front of her. She quickly turned away.
Rosa noticed Hannah’s reaction and said, “They’re just tits. Don’t act like you’ve never seen a pair before.”
Hannah just smiled uneasily. The truth was that Hannah had grown up in a very sheltered environment. She had no sisters and did not even change in front of the other girls during phys. ed. class when she was in high school. Other than her own, Rosa’s were the first breasts Hannah had really gotten a good look at.
Rosa told Hannah, “Take off what I assume is your grandmother’s swimsuit.”
“Uh… uh,” Hannah nervously stammered.
“C’mon Hannah. I’m standing around with my tetas out. I think you can take off your swimsuit.”
Hannah dropped her towel, then slowly slid off her shoulder straps one at a time. When the second strap was removed, the top of Hannah’s one-piece suit fell, revealing her smallish but perfect breasts. As always, her pink nipples were hard.
“Wow, you’ve got really nice boobs. You should wear more things that show them off,” said Rosa.
“Thanks, but I don’t own anything like that,” Hannah said.
“We can go shopping for something before the boys get back,” said Rosa. Rosa then laughed and said, “And before you take off the rest of that 1950s swimsuit, I’ll get the electric trimmer. so that we can cut back what I’m guessing is a full red bush.”