I had once seen a boy at school have an epileptic fit, and for a moment, worried that she was experiencing the same thing. I started to panic, but her shaking stopped shortly after. In what seemed like a split second, Jill gasps, shouts “no,” pulls my hand from between her legs, jumps up, and runs out of the room. I hear her bedroom door slam close, and am left there alone, stunned at what just happened.
At this moment, I notice that my hand is soaking wet. The first thought is that Jill has pissed on my hand. I bring my hand up and give it a tentative sniff. “No, definitely not piss,” I say to myself. Then I hear Jill scream from her room. I get up and walk to her bedroom door.
I can hear her crying inside, so I quietly knock on the door, “Jill, are you alright?” I get no answer, so I knock a little louder, “Jill, is everything okay?” This time I can hear her try to get herself under control.
“I-I’m fine, Rob,” she says in a shaky voice. “Look, we’ll call it a night now, and I will see you in the morning.”
“Jill, did I do something wrong?”
“N-no, Rob, you didn’t. I just freaked out a bit. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll see you in the morning, and we will talk. Please just leave me to think, and I will see you in the morning. I promise.”
“Okay, I’m sorry I got a little carried away,” I say, trying to say something, anything to help.
I put my coat on, pick my bag up, and make my way home. It’s a little earlier than usual, but I guess that would look less suspicious.
******
I didn’t sleep much last night, and I kept my curtains open a little. I was relieved when I saw Mr. Peters come home and then shortly after Mrs. Peters in the kitchen window. My parents came in shortly after, and when I went back upstairs, the Peters’ kitchen light was off.
I am tempted to cycle into school today, but curiosity got the better of me as well as my respect for Mrs. Peters. She answers the door as usual and as nothing has happened. I wonder for a moment if I have dreamt the whole thing as I step through the door.
As usual, I sit on the sofa and wait for Mrs. Peters to finish getting ready. She walks in five minutes later, looking a little worried. “Rob, before we leave, can we talk about last night?” She looks at me with hope in her eyes.
“Um, yes, of course. It did confuse me a little.” I say without really putting much thought into what I was saying.
Jill sits down next to me and holds onto my hands. “First of all, I want to make clear that it wasn’t anything to do with what you did.”
My mind suddenly realizes that I am just about to have an actual adult conversation. I take a deep breath, “so why did you run out?”
She laughs nervously and shifts a little uncomfortably as she works out how to explain herself. “Yesterday was your first lesson, but it went a little further than I thought it would.” She talks a deep breath, “what I didn’t expect was to orgasm.”
“Orgasm?” I say, a little shocked, “you had an orgasm.”
“Yes, Rob, but what upset me was that it was something that I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
“Oh, you mean you don’t orgasm with Mr. Peters anymore?”
“Yes, no, I mean I do still orgasm occasionally, but it’s not as often as I would like and nowhere near as intense. Last night was one of the best I’ve ever experienced.”
“Oh, right,” I say, almost like I am disappointed. I could see that she wanted to stop. “So what do you want to do, stop?”
She gasps, “god no. It was just a shock. No, I want to keep going now we have started. Just know that I am still having a slight problem with the fact I am cheating on my husband, even if it is for a good reason.”
I smile more out of relief than anything. Jill gets up and goes to grab her coat. As I hear her walk back out, I get up and follow her out to the car.
As usual, we are stuck in the morning rush hour staring at the sea of red brake lights. “Do you want to go through what we will be doing tonight?” I say to break the silence.
“Yes, why not, so what is lesson two?”
“Lesson two will be the anatomy. You are going to show me where everything is and what I am looking for.”
“That’s right; I will admit that for me, this will be the hardest thing. To show you my naked body without being turned on will be awkward.”
“Maybe if you treat it more as a real lesson and not a sexual thing, it might help.”
“Mmmm, possibly. It doesn’t get away from the fact that you will be only the second man to see me naked.”
“Oh right, I didn’t realize that.”
“Yes, I met Jack on my first week in college, and we were never apart again.”
“Wow, I hope to have a similar relationship,” I say, staring into the shop windows we are crawly past. Then I say something that I’ve never told anyone, “I am worried about you seeing my cock.” I didn’t even think about it until it came out of my mouth, but there I said it.
There’s a silence, and I could feel Jill looking at the back of my head. I know she wants to ask, but I can sense she is wondering whether it is right too. Then the realization that we will be having sex in the next couple of days puts her question in perspective. “So, what do you think is wrong with your cock?” She finally asks.
I turn to look at her, but her eyes are forward on the traffic in front. “I guess it’s the same phobia every teenage guy has. It’s too short and doesn’t look normal.”
She smiles, a I’ve heard this before the smile, “Jack was the same. It’s always been perfect for me, so I have no complaints.” She pauses while she negotiates a crossroads. “My one worry with having sex with you is that it will change that perception. I’m pleased that you think you are small. That means I’m not going to be having a nine-inch monster.”
“So what size would you say was okay?”
“Oh, I don’t know, five or six inches is what I’m used to having. How do you measure up to that?”
“Six and a half inches,” I say, looking away again. This conversation is making me sweat.
“And why don’t you think it looks right?”
Again silence, god. Am I really talking about my cock? “It looks weird, although I’ve got nothing to compare it with. The only ones I’ve seen are in magazines, and they look nothing like mine. Mine is twice as thick at the base than just below the helmet. Then the helmet is even wider than the base. It just looks weird.”
“That sounds like the perfect combination to me,” she says. I look at her like she’s bullshitting me. “No, really. The way you’ve described, it sounds like how I wish Jacks were.” I look back out of the window, and again I feel she wants to ask, “will you show me later?”
I can’t believe she just went and said it. What the hell am I meant to say?
I can’t very well say no when she’s going to have to be naked in front of me. “Maybe,” I start. Then something clicks in my head. “Maybe, we can go naked at the same time, so it’s less embarrassing for the both of us.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” There’s another pause while we negotiate a roundabout just before we turn into the school’s road. “I wish I had thought of that first.” She smiles at me as though she’s had the pressure taken off. Silence again as we pull into the school’s driveway, and we drive past all the kids having to walk to school. Jill parks up, and we go in our separate directions.