This is Part 5. You'll enjoy it best if you read the earlier parts first.

Chapter 7 - Lessons In Love

“I trust you had a pleasant weekend?” said Simon when I arrived in his kitchen on Monday morning. “And I hope you didn’t mind me turning up to the Park Run on Saturday morning. I just wanted to see what it was like, in case I’ve got the energy to have a go next time.”

“Very pleasant, thanks, Simon.” I slipped off my cagoule and hung it dripping on a hook by his kitchen door. After three bright days in a row, it was back to normal for November today. “And of course I didn’t mind. I was pleased to see you there… only sorry I couldn’t stop, but I was on a timed run. You’d gone by the time I done the first lap.”

He was busy filling the kettle, getting cups and saucers out of the cupboard and setting them out on the table. “Oh, I only wanted to see the start. See how serious you runners are. I thought it might be all fit youngsters in athletics gear, so I was happy there were some old codgers in woolly hats like me.”

“Here,” I passed him a cake tin. “I made some rock cakes, but they were baked yesterday and have gone a bit crusty. I hope you don’t break your teeth on them.”

“Thank you. You’re very thoughtful, Mandy.” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I was wearing a skinny-rib sweater and skirt for a change. “It was nice to see you in your running clothes again on Saturday. Took me back to meeting you by chance on the common the day before, when you did that thing… and took me by surprise!”

I smiled at him. “You mean the kiss… or putting your hand on my pussy?”

“Well… both really!” He still looked a little shocked, just thinking about it. “I don’t remember being kissed in public before. And I’ve certainly never been invited to put my hand there… not indoors or out.”

I shook my head slowly. “You’ve missed out on so much, Simon. But there’s time to catch up… starting today.” I reached down and let my fingers slowly raise the hem of my pleated skirt to reveal my stocking tops and suspenders. “And today’s lesson is all about kissing and touching – hence the skirt and stockings.”

He stared at my legs open mouthed as I inched my skirt higher to reveal my shaven pussy lips and neatly-trimmed dark bush above them. I let him have a good look before I dropped my skirt hem back down, and his eyes came up to meet mine.

I smiled at his look of surprise. “You said you’d never brought a woman to orgasm, so it’s high time you learned how. Think you can handle it?”

“Gosh, Mandy! I don’t know, but I’d really like to learn. I hope you’ll be a patient teacher?”

I checked my watch. “We’ve got an hour, so we’ll see how it goes. Shall we start right away and have coffee after?”

“Oh, yes please! Where do you want me?” He was keen, I could tell.

I’ve always found that kissing and touching work best when standing, rather than sitting, so I parked my bum against the kitchen worktop and crooked my finger at him. “Over here, lover boy!”

Simon stepped forward eagerly. I reached out and grasped both his shoulders and guided him into position.

“So… the first rule is you place one foot in between the lady’s. She wants to feel your thigh between hers.” He moved his foot as directed. “It’s very erotic. You can use your leg to gently move her legs apart, and the front of your thigh can rub up against her pussy. If you get it right, she can bend her legs to bring her clitoris in contact with your leg and any movement will send delightful little shock waves straight to her pussy and her brain. Try it, Simon.”

He was a little bit awkward at first, but finally got his leg into position when I pulled him forward against my chest. “See how nice it feels when your thigh is rubbing between mine?”

“Mmm, yes, I see what you mean.”

“Now, if I bend my knees like this…” I shifted a little lower and tilted my hips forward, “my clitoris is rubbing right on the top of your thigh.”

“Oh, yes!”

“And that feels really good for me. Your cock and balls should be pressing up against my thigh too. How does it feel for you?”

“Very intimate, and like you said, erotic.” He seemed pleased with his new discovery.

“So, this is the classic kissing pose. Lovers will usually adopt this stance so they can kiss and cuddle and rub their genitals together without getting arrested in public. So, let’s try the kissing next.”

I tilted my head, opened my mouth a little and with one hand behind his neck, drew his lips towards mine. He was stiff and wooden so after a few seconds I broke the kiss to give him further instruction.

“Okay, so this is how it goes. Your first kiss with a new lady friend should be a soft and gentle pressing together of the lips with mouths closed.” I demonstrated for him to get a feel for it.

“If she responds positively, a second kiss would have you tilting your heads so your lips are crossing and you can use the tip of your tongue to stroke the lips of your partner. Just a touch at this stage to wet her lips and see how she responds. Let’s try it.”

Still a bit wooden, but he was slowly getting the hang of it.

“Okay, now if her tongue comes out to meet yours, you know you are in business. You can let your tongues slip and slide over each other and gradually escalate until you are tongue wrestling.”

“Tongue wrestling!?” He looked bemused. “Is that really a thing?”

“Well, it’s not an Olympic sport – not yet at any rate – but it’s what we call the more passionate sort of kissing, where you are both using your tongues to explore each other’s mouths. Try it, but build up from the previous kiss, just touching her lips with the tip to start with and see where it goes, okay?”

Simon was beginning to relax and enjoy his lesson and we soon moved from a tentative lick to moderate tongue wrestling, but he was still not moving his lips.

“Okay. This is getting better. You are getting the tongues okay, but you need to move your lips at the same time, Simon. Sort of gently squishing and mashing our lips together while our tongues wiggle against each other. It should feel like we’re fucking each other with our mouths and really turns up the erotic temperature.”

We got back into it and he soon began loosening up, letting his guard down and clearly enjoying the new sensations. If the pupil was getting turned on, the teacher was too.

After a minute or two of much-improved kissing, I decided we needed to move on to other things and pulled our lips apart.

“That’s much better, Simon. Any girl would be happy with you kissing her like that. There’s lots more to learn, such as sucking on each other’s tongues, sucking and nibbling lips, swapping saliva, but as with anything in life, practice makes perfect, so kiss whenever you get the chance.”

“Okay. Thank you for that. I realise now I never did learn how to kiss properly.”

“No problem. We’ll get back to more kissing in a moment. But when we do, you will be touching my pussy at the same time, Okay?”

“I will?” His eyebrows rose and he smiled.

“Yes. Now you’ve been rubbing your thigh against my pussy nicely and I’m getting turned on and quite wet. Take a look…”

He glanced down and said, “Oh! I see,” in a shocked whisper.

Our movements had pushed my skirt up and my bare pussy had been grinding against his leg for a while. The front of his trousers was shiny and wet with my juices. I suspect it was the first time he’d ever had that happen to him.

“I’m sorry if these are your best trousers, Simon. I’m afraid I have a very juicy pussy and I forgot to warn you.”

“Oh it’s quite alright. These ones can go in the washing machine. And anyway, it’s rather erotic to find your juices are soaking into my trousers.”

“Good. Now are you right handed?”

“Yes.”

“Use your right hand then and bring your fingers down and in between my pussy lips.”

I guided his arm and his hand slid nicely into my sopping cleft.

“Gosh! You really are wet!” he said as his fingers explored between my slippery folds. “And it feels lovely!”

“Thank you. Your fingers feel really nice in my pussy too. Now I’m going to guide your hand so you can feel what’s what down there and will be able to follow directions.”

“Okay.”

“Right, that little knobbly bit at the front… just there… that’s my clitoris.”

“Ooh, I see.”

“It’s very sensitive, a bit like the glans of your penis, and if you circle around and over it with your fingertips… Oh yes, just like that!... it feels intensely good for the girl.”

He practiced rubbing his fingers over it, making me moan and hump my hips against him. It felt delicious and I could easily have left him to play and I would have cum in no time, but there was work to do here.

“Okay,” I grasped his wrist and moved his fingers further down my slit, giving a running commentary as we went. “That’s my urethra, where my pee comes out. It’s also quite sensitive. And next is my vagina… mmm… that’s right you can slip a finger in there and… Ohhh… yes, that feels nice.”

“It feels amazing!” he said.

“Right, slide your middle finger in there…” I grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, bucking my hips to get him as deep as possible. “Mmm, that’s so good. Now, curl your finger up and forward slightly and you should feel… AHHH! Yes, you’ve got it! That’s my G-spot, a really… ohhh, a really sensitive place inside my vagina. Notice how it has little ridges… ahhh… yes… you’ve definitely… mmm… definitely found it.”

At this point the teacher forgot she was giving a lesson.

“Ohhh, yes. Don’t stop. Mmm, that’s it… you’re going to make me CUMMM!”

I rocked and rolled through a hot little orgasm, hanging on to his arm and humping my hips to keep his finger deep and diddling. It was great, but as I came down I remembered there was more to cum.

“Ahhh, that was lovely, thank you, Simon.” I pulled his face towards mine and gave him a snog of gratitude. “Now we are going to do the same again, but this time with two fingers and with your thumb rubbing my clitoris at the same time, okay?”

“Okay! This is fun.” He looked down to watch as I repositioned him. He withdrew his middle finger then reinserted it together with his index finger, filling my vagina more fully. I pulled his thumb into position on my clitoris.

“Ohh, yes… that’s nice,” I said, tugging on his arm as I tilted my hips. “Now, to get them really deep, you need to reach under a bit further… mmm… and turn your wrist more… Ahhh, yes… that’s it. Don’t forget to rub my clit with your thumb… ohhh yeah… and really fuck me with your fingers now, my love.”

I hung on to his arm and humped his hand as another orgasm rolled up and washed over me.

“Ohhh yesss! Keep going…. Mmm… just like that… fuUUCK!”

It was bigger than the last one and kept going until my legs were shaking so hard I had to stop.

“Ohh, fuck!” I smiled at him as I held his wrist still to stop my pussy spasming quite so hard. “That was even better. Can you feel my vagina is still clenching around your fingers?”

“Yes! It’s amazing. Feels a bit like a mouth trying to suck them in.”

“Exactly! It’s nature’s clever trick.” I decided to give him a little biology lesson while I caught my breath. “As the woman orgasms, her pussy pulses and sucks on her man’s cock to milk it of all its sperm. At the same time, her cervix dips down against his cock head and into the pool of semen to make sure it gets inside her womb. It increases the chances of fertility, which is why it’s important for the woman to cum if she wants to get pregnant.”

“That’s wonderful!” he said, looking rather pleased with himself. “I never knew anything about it, but it all makes sense. So… does that mean you’ve had two orgasms now, Mandy?”

“Yes. You’re doing great, my lovely. Just one more to go.”

“One more!? You can cum three times in a row?”

“Oh yes, lots more sometimes.”

“How wonderful!”

“Now, for this next one you’re going to use three fingers plus your thumb again, and we’re going to kiss at the same time, okay. You’ll be fucking me with your fingers and with your mouth, so try to coordinate. It’ll be super-erotic and should give me an even bigger orgasm.”

I pulled his hand from my sopping pussy and reinserted it. “Three fingers together, the little one can tease my anus too if it likes. Mmm… yeah, that’s it. Oh, God… that’s lovely, Simon.”

“Are you sure? It feels awfully tight?”

“I’ll open up more once we get going. Don’t forget my clitoris.”

“Like this?”

“Mmm… that’s perfect. Now we need to kiss and keep all the rest going.”

Simon was gently rocking his crotch against my leg, I noticed, as I pulled his face to mine and we set about feasting on each other’s faces. This is where the dialogue stopped and all we could hear were my muffled moans and the sloppy sounds of Simon’s hand in my pussy.

Still tingly and twitchy from my previous orgasms, it took less than a minute for me to climb the foothills of pleasure and reach the sunlit uplands of paradise. I held Simon’s arm to keep his hand thrusting deep inside me, and held his neck to keep our lips mashed together. It was tricky to remain fully connected as I started to writhe and squirm, but I was determined to push this one to the limits.

I was aware that I was moaning and groaning into his mouth, my legs trembling and twitching and Simon’s cock and balls were humping my leg urgently as stars burst behind my closed eyelids. It seemed to last forever and I was beginning to go hazy when Simon pulled his mouth away from mine.

“Mandy… Mandy!” he gasped, sounding concerned.

“Hmmm?” I opened my eyes dreamily and smiled at him.

“I thought you’d passed out! Had me worried there.”

His hand had stopped moving and his hips stilled against my leg.

“Oh sorry. Think I’d drifted off.”

“Fallen asleep! How?”

“No, no. I sometimes pass out when I have a major orgasm like that. It’s okay, really.”

“Phew! That’s a relief.” He smiled. “So it was good, was it? Seemed to go on for a long time. You were shaking and trembling for ages, then seemed to go all floppy.”

“It was wonderful, Simon! You did very well, my darling.” I pulled him in for another kiss. “Sorry if I left you high and dry this time?”

“Oh no. I came too… from rubbing against your leg.” He smiled sheepishly, then chuckled. “And I’m certainly not dry.”

“Let me see,” I said, looking down as I pulled on his arm and his hand slipped wetly out my pussy. “Oh, that’s normal for me. I cum a lot, Simon. Here…”

I lifted his hand, palm upwards, to my face, then reached out with my tongue and licked at the puddle of juice inside it. “It tastes good. Try it!”

He tentatively licked and tasted. “Goodness! That’s delicious!” He grinned. “Another first for me.”

I lapped up some more, then offered his hand back to let him lick up the rest.

“Girl cum is even tastier than boy cum, in my opinion, but I love them both,” I said, using serviettes to mop my pussy and legs. “You can get cleaned up if you like, Simon, and I’ll make us some coffee.”

When he reappeared in clean trousers and, I suspect, clean underwear, Simon seemed relaxed and happy. We chatted over coffee and chewed my chunky rock cakes like any two neighbours passing the time of day.

“So, are you working at home again tomorrow?” he asked. “Can you come for coffee again?”

“Thank you, I’d love to. I’m working from home for the next couple of weeks, so I can pop round every day, if it suits you?”

“If it suits me?” He gave me a happy grin. “Mandy, I’m having more fun during your visits than at any time in my entire life. And getting an astonishing education into the bargain. It would suit me very well if you moved in and never went home again, but I know that’s not an option and you’ve already told me not to fall in love with you.”

I put my cup down. “It’s really important that nobody gets hurt, Simon. We’re very good friends – friends with benefits, you could say. And I do love you. I love all my friends. But I love you all equally and it’s essential that you understand you will always have to share me. Greg is happy to share me – he gets the whole polyamory thing and loves it when I tell him what I get up to with my other lovers, so—”

“Do you tell him what you do here… with me?” He sounded a little concerned.

“Of course! In intimate detail. Usually when we’re making love, he finds it a real turn-on. But sometimes over supper too. He’s pleased you are getting a new lease of life, coming out of your shell. He hopes, like I do, that besides having some fun, you’ll gain the confidence to make new friends and finally have the sex life you’ve missed out on all these years.”

Simon looked down at the table and shook his head slowly. “If you had told me that this could happen… that this was waiting for me after Liz passed away, I would never have believed you.”

I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Sex should always leave you feeling like that… like you’ve just witnessed a miracle. I think that sex is a wonderful, magical side of nature that they never tell you about on wildlife programmes. We’ve evolved to enjoy it so we carry on fucking and producing babies to keep the species going, so it seems a crying shame to deny ourselves this beautiful thing we’ve been blessed with.”

“Goodness! A whole philosophy!”

“Well… don’t you agree?”

“I do. I’ve just never thought about it this way before.”

“I know I’m something of a freak, Simon – a nympho who can never get enough. But I think sharing my love – sharing my body like this – is what I was created for. I do it with joy in my heart, without guilt or shame. I believe that by sharing my love I can make more people happy, can free them from some of the stupid rules and restrictions that society and religion have imposed over the ages. And that, I suppose, is my philosophy.”

Next time - will 61-year-old Simon be ready for neighbour Mandy's next lesson in love?