BEST FRIENDS / SEX WITH FRIENDS / FRIENDS TO LOVERS

A Presentable Male Specimen — What My Best Friend Taught Me, Part 3

“Shorter pubic hair will make your cock look bigger and your balls look nicer. A perfectly presentable male specimen…”

Please read Part 1 and Part 2 before continuing.

I took Amanda to the bowling alley for our third date. This time I knew what not to do as much as I knew what to do. I wouldn’t even consider the arcade unless she brought it up, and I certainly wouldn’t coach her through bowling. As it turned out, she was better at bowling than me! I ordered some cheesy nachos and two beers for us to enjoy, and after spending an hour on the lane, we sat at the bar just talking.

It was about dinner time when we left the bowling alley, so I took her to a neat little burger place where we ordered burgers and fries, then shared a chocolate milkshake. We had a great time, and she was as upbeat and cheerful as I felt.

I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to the door. It was the moment of truth, and I knew she wanted to kiss when she took my hands and licked her lips. We stepped closer, and I inclined my face toward hers, our lips meeting. Everything Skye had taught me came flashing back all at once, and I brought my arms up to hold Amanda as our kiss deepened.

Our tongues connected, then played together, darting in and out as we pressed our lips closer. Her hands slid over my shirt, up and around and across my body, and I did the same with her, feeling her neck, her back, and eventually her buttocks. She moaned as we continued kissing, tasting one another and exploring each other with our hands.

I drew a sharp breath through my nose when her hand slid down to the bulge straining against my trousers. Prompted by this, my right hand moved to her left breast, and she moaned pleasantly again. I felt her bra beneath her blouse, but it didn’t matter — her curves were soft and wonderful all the same, and my left hand soon cupped her other breast as well, feeling her as she felt me through my pants.

“Wow,” she said, pulling back slightly with her hands on my chest. “That was really good, Mike. I had a great time tonight, and that just made it even better.” She smiled, looking up at me. “I’m looking forward to next time… And I bet you are, too.”

I nodded emphatically. “I certainly am.”

We said goodnight and parted ways, and I drove home all smiles with warm tingles inside. I hadn’t made it to third base, but second base was definitely nice, however brief.

Skye called the next day to say she’d heard from Amanda, who had told her I kissed like a pro. I guess I had Skye to thank for that. Amanda was anxious for another date, so I texted her, asking her out on Friday night. She immediately replied with a big ‘yes’ and several hearts and kiss emojis.

A few days later, Skye dropped by my apartment after class. She had a gym bag with her, but I thought little of it at the time.

“Sounds like you’re right on track with Amanda,” Skye said, sitting with me on my sofa. She smiled and winked, then nudged me with her elbow. “And right on track to get laid.”

I blushed slightly and nodded. “Well, next time might just be third base, not home plate.”

“Just third base?” Skye laughed. “Mike, third base would be her sucking you off and you eating her out or fingering her. But that’s usually foreplay right before the real fucking begins.”

I swallowed and drew a deep breath, a little stunned by her dirty talk. “Uh, whatever happens, I just hope I can muddle through without screwing up.” I thought about it for a minute, then breathed out, nervously. “This means Amanda will be my first. She’ll be the one I lose my virginity to.”

I expected Skye to laugh or slap my shoulder, or say something bawdy or crude. Instead, she got really quiet, her expression thoughtful. She studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah… Amanda,” she agreed. “I… I guess she’ll be the one to take your virginity.” She glanced away, worrying her lip, then breathed out again. “It’s about time someone did, am I right?”

I nodded, having no idea what else to say.

Skye cleared her throat and leaned back on the sofa pillows. “Well, I know you have no experience going down on a girl, let alone fucking, but you’ll just have to watch some porn or something.” She chuckled, and I could see she was blushing, of all things. Skye, blushing? “I, uh, can’t really coach you through that.”

I paused, holding my breath. The inflection of her voice made me wonder just how rhetorical her rhetorical question was. “Right,” I said awkwardly.

“A few tips, though,” Skye said, sitting up straighter. “If you get to third base or home plate, let her initiate. Don’t make her feel uncomfortable. If she’s ready, you’ll know. She might pull off your shirt or take hers off first. If she undoes your belt and zipper, then get ready for things to heat up. I don’t know how she might play it, but for me personally, it varies from guy to guy, or the situation. Sometimes I’ll go down on a guy, getting him really hard, or maybe I’ll let him go down on me first. Unfortunately, a lot of guys just don’t know how to eat pussy, and few know how to use their fingers right, either.”

I nodded, feeling my stomach clench as she spoke of the other guys she’d been with. Guys, plural. Of course, I knew she’d been with other guys. She’d had eight or nine boyfriends, and she’d probably fooled around with just as many for fun.

“The trick is to play with her clit, whether using your fingers or your tongue,” Skye explained. “You might not know where to find it, but it’s at the front of the vagina, right behind where the inner labia connect.”

I nodded again, trying to picture it in my head. I wasn’t sure I did, but I didn’t want her to know that.

Skye laughed. “Wow, Mike, you look really confused! This is probably way too much info, huh?”

“I… Uh…” I stammered. I wanted so much for her to show me. But I wasn’t going to ask. Not for that. “It’s a bit much, yeah. But I follow what you’re saying.”

Skye considered me doubtfully, then shrugged. “There is one more thing to prepare you for your next date with Amanda… And the night of wild, sweaty sex that will hopefully follow.” She picked up the gym bag she had brought and set it on the sofa between us. “I’m betting you’ve never manscaped before, have you?”

“Manscaped?”

“Girls like seeing their guys well-groomed down below, just as much as guys like seeing a girl with a nicely trimmed bush,” Skye said. “Amanda is very particular about pubic hair. She’s told me before that guys with lots of hair gross her out. Don’t ask me why. I’m not bothered by it myself. But if you’re hoping to get to third base with her, let alone home plate, you’d better manscape.”

She opened the bag and inside was a fancy looking electric trimmer, a small set of hair shears, tweezers, a safety razor, shaving foam, and aloe lotion.

“Shorter pubic hair will also make your cock look bigger and your balls look nicer,” she said. “A perfectly presentable male specimen. You can use the shears to trim some hair, but the trimmer might work better. If you have a lot of hair spreading out over your abdomen, you’ll want to shave that away.” She pushed the bag into my arms. “Okay. Head to the bathroom and get to it.”

“Uh, shouldn’t I wait until closer to my date?” I asked, wanting desperately not to have to do this.

“Your next date is in what, three days?” she asked. “That should still be fine. Besides, with me here, you can yell any questions you have through the door.”

Still having no idea what to do, I carried the bag into my bathroom and closed the door. I took out the various grooming items, undressed, and got to work.

What followed was a fumbling mess. I use an electric shaver on my face, so I had no idea how to use the shaving cream and razor. I kept nicking myself, then gave up on that and tried to use the small shears around my privates. That looked terrible and uneven, and I switched to the trimmer, but I had no idea how to shave my balls with a trimmer.

“Ow! Shit!” I yelped for the third time, feeling a pinch from the trimmer in a place where it really hurt.

“Are you okay?” Skye yelled through the door. Her tone was more playful and teasing than concerned. “You didn’t just cut your dick off, did you? Do I need to call 911?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I’m fine,” I yelled back. “I just don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

She paused long enough that I thought she’d gone away, and I resumed trying to use the electric trimmer.

“Ow!” I yelped over the trimmer’s buzz.

“Do you, uh… Need some help?” she called through the door, this time slightly concerned.

“What? No!” I cried, almost panicking. Had I locked the door?

After another brief pause, she spoke again. “Listen, Mike, it’s all right if you need my help. It won’t bother me. I promise. And I know what I’m doing, too. I’ve helped trim three of my boyfriends, and they ended up looking great. That’s why I have that kit in the first place.”

I looked at the trimmer. “Wait… You used this with your past boyfriends?”

“I cleaned it!” she laughed. “Now, can I come in?”

I froze, standing completely naked in my bathroom with shaving cream still smeared across my lower abdomen and my pubic hair an uneven, half-trimmed mess. I don’t know why I said it, but I said it. The answer just tumbled out on its own.

“Uh… Okay…”

Skye opened the door.

Continued in Part 4 — Hands On Help!

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