It's Amy again. You can't get rid of me so easily. The last time I wrote it was about my first time with James. He was... well, a bit of an eye opener for me. Ever since my teen years, boys had been an utter disappointment. I gave up early in my twenties and decided the entire lot of them weren't worth the bother. I am not blind to biological reality, and recognized that I couldn't convince all my sisters out there, so the best I could do was to try and show the straights what they were missing. Even if they didn't give up on men entirely, at least their standards would be raised.

And then James barged into my life. He was... no, he is the only real man (besides my dad) I've ever met. He's a gentleman, treats me like a lady, and he's amazing in bed. He's maybe not always quite as generous as he was on that first night, but he can still send me into the stratosphere with his cock and his tongue. And for all that, he's a keeper. I stopped going back to the bar to play my little games with other girls. Or at least... I did for a time.

A few weeks into our relationship we were talking and I explained how I came to my misandrist worldview, and how he made it evaporate in a puff of smoke. I also explained how that led me to my mission of showing disappointed hetero women what an orgasm was really supposed to be - a mission that I completely abandoned when he came along.

"I'm flattered, baby. You gave up that little hobby for me?"

"Well, yeah. I've got... better things on my mind now," I said and gave him a wry little smirk and a wink.

He chuckled, but didn't reply.

I picked up where I left off. "I mean... It really made me feel good showing them what good sex should be. Watching them cum really hard - maybe for the first time - made me proud."

I paused, turning the thought over in my head. The more I sat with it, the more I realized I missed it. Not the bar games really, just that feeling of being the one who opened their eyes.

"But, you know... there's one thing I couldn't do for them... The one thing you did for me." With that, I reached over and took his hand.

He froze. His face turned serious. "Are you saying what I think?"

"What if we did it together?" I said, squeezing his fingers. "You and me. We could show them what it’s actually supposed to be like to get properly fucked. I'd use my little tricks to get them ready and you'd show them how a real man does it"

He stared at me for a long moment. "You’re serious."

I gave him a slow, wicked little smile. "I’m always serious when it comes to raising standards."

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"That one?"

James pointed at a brunette at the end of the bar. She looked depressed, and had had three shots of Jaeger.

"No. She's drowning something in booze."

I looked around and some movement caught my eye. It was a blonde sitting at another high-top. She had just turned her head towards the door as someone walked in, then turned back to her glass of wine. I smiled.

"That one. The blonde over there. She's been nursing that glass for 20 minutes now and keeps turning to see who's at the door."

He studied her briefly. "Hmm. Nice tits."

I almost burst out in laughter. She was wearing a white fuzzy sweater and a nice skirt. And I had to admit that, yes, the sweater was showing off a nice rack. I turned and gave him an exasperated look.

"I mean, not as nice as yours... but nice."

I chuckled. "You're lucky you're a good fuck."

He smirked. "Go get 'er, baby." He stood up and made his way to the door.

I picked up my drink and made my way around the bar so I could approach her from behind.

"Hi! You look like you're waiting for someone."

She started and turned towards me.

"Oh hi. Yeah, It's a Tinder date, but he's late."

"Oh man, I hate assholes who can't schedule properly. My name's Amy."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Mary."

I smiled and started to get to know Mary. She fit the profile exactly. She went to college and got a worthless degree that didn't prepare her for anything. She was the kind of girl who’d been raised to believe a ring was the end goal, but never really learned how to get there. She kept glancing at the door like she thought the boy might show.

I got two more glasses of wine into her and kept the conversation spiraling in the direction I wanted, and then she landed like they all do: "I just don't know anymore."

I reached over and rested my hand on her arm. "Oh, Mary… I know it feels that way right now. But everything’s going to be alright."

I reached in, tipped her chin up and kissed her softly on the lips, then pulled back just a bit to look softly into her eyes with a smile.

This was the moment of truth. There was confusion in her eyes, which was par for the course. I'd been here countless times, of course. Sometimes the confusion is quickly replaced with revulsion or fear and they bolt. Those are the ones that get away. But otherwise...?

I reached in and gave her another kiss, this one longer. And this time I felt her kiss back, her eyes closed. I took her wrist in my hand. I could feel her pulse hammering away. I ran my other hand along her flank, just avoiding her breast and kissed her again, then whispered in her ear.

"Come with me."

I stood up and took her hand and led her outside and hailed a cab. I opened the door for Mary and gave the driver our address, then got in after her.

The cab lurched away from the curb and I threw myself at Mary, kissing her again, this time invading her mouth with my tongue. My hands danced across her body, giving her not a moment to think.

The cab pulled up and I tapped the meter with my watch to pay and took Mary by the hand and led her into our apartment.

I turned around and took her into my arms and continued caressing and kissing her just a bit before I moved my hand to her waist and pulled the hem of her sweater up. She raised her arms and I peeled it up and over her head and tossed it to the side. I moved in and kissed her again, reaching behind her while I did to release her bra. When I stepped back it fell down her shoulders and dropped to the ground. James was right about her tits being nice - they were perky and the nipples were clearly already stiff.

I stepped back and thrust my chest out while I reached behind me to lower the zipper on my dress. It fell to the ground pooling around my heels, leaving me in just my strapless bra and a cute little black thong. I reached back again and unclipped the bra and let it join my dress on the floor. I made a show of cupping my own breasts with my hands and running my thumbs across my nipples, sending little bolts of electricity through my body. I moaned a little.

I took her hand and led her to the king size bed in our bedroom. The covers were turned down and I urged her to sit on the edge of the mattress and then lay back. I lifted up her skirt and bunched it around her waist, then took ahold of her panties and pulled them down and off her. She had trimmed her pubes into a little heart shape - so precious. I smirked and knelt down and moved her knees apart.

I kissed my way up her inner thigh and around her pussy. It was already visibly wet. I smiled and planted little kisses all over, finally landing one right on top of the hood hiding her clit. She eked out a little moan as I did. Then I started running my tongue between her lips, back and forth slowly. She moaned louder and her hips started to move.

I kept her at a low simmer for a while, then I started running my tongue in little circles around, but not on her clit. She kept moving, trying to get me to land on the bullseye, but I kept just out of range while she whimpered. Finally, I stuck a finger in her wet, hot pussy and aimed for her G spot while I laid long, sloppy tongue strokes directly on her clit and felt the ride begin.

She cried out and heaved her hips up and down. Her hands were squeezing and mauling her breasts and her face turned beet red. She sucked in a lungful of air and held it while I continued my assault on her clit and G spot, driving her onward. Finally she squealed and collapsed back, every limb shaking as her orgasm subsided.

I lifted her feet up to the bed, taking her shoes off as I did. Then I kicked off my own heels and lay next to her and brought the covers over us and kissed her over and over as the came to her senses.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Thank you. I've never... I mean, I didn't know it could feel like that."

I put a finger over her lips. "Shh. It's okay. Every woman deserves to know how good it can be."

She looked at me, soft and grateful, and I let the moment stretch before I spoke again.

"But here's the thing... I can only take you so far, Mary."

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I kissed her again, slower this time. "I want you to trust me. Can you do that?"

The confusion in her eyes deepened, and I saw a flicker of fear. But she nodded.

I turned toward the hallway and nodded.

James stepped into the doorway.

Mary's eyes went wide. She grabbed the covers and yanked them up to her neck.

"Shh. It's ok. This is James. James, this is Mary."

James spoke from the doorway, his voice gentle and soft. "Nice to meet you."

"Mary," I said, turning back to her, "James isn't going to do anything you don't want. If you say no, he'll leave and you can get dressed and go. No hard feelings." I paused, letting that sink in. "But what we just did? That's nothing compared to what he can show you..." I dragged a hand slowly up her flank and to her breast. "What we can show you together."

She was still staring at him, breathing fast.

I leaned in closer, my voice soft. "You've been with guys who didn't know what they were doing. Let us show you what it's supposed to feel like. Let us set the bar where it should be."

She looked at me, then back at James. The fear was still there, but something else was starting to replace it.

I smiled and looked towards the door, "James, honey, I think you're overdressed."

He smirked and started to undress. First the tie, then the shirt. I watched Mary’s face as his chest came into view — the muscle, the light dusting of chest hair. The fear in her eyes was fading fast, replaced by something hungrier.

James unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. His boxers had a sizable tent in front and I wondered how much he had seen of what Mary and I had done. He pushed his boxers down and his cock stood straight out. Mary stared. I saw the corner of her mouth twitch upward.

I gently pulled the covers down, exposing both of us. Mary didn’t even glance at me. Her eyes stayed on James. I reached over and worked her skirt down her legs and off.

James walked to the bed and climbed in on her other side. He took her hand and turned her towards him and kissed her while he ran his hand up and down her body. Her hand stole down and wrapped itself gently around his cock and gave it a couple of tentative strokes, almost like she was testing if it was real.

He picked himself up and moved her knees apart and positioned himself between them. He teased her pussy with the head of his cock, moving it up and down her slit. She started to squirm.

"Oh please..."

I answered her, "'Please' what, Mary?"

Her eyes were closed. "Please... please fuck me."

James and I shared a look and smiled. He brought his cock down and slowly, but inexorably pushed all the way inside her.

Mary’s head went back against the pillow and a long, low moan tore out of her.

James started slow - just like he had with me that first night - rolling his hips and searching with his cock until he found the angle that made her gasp and clutch at his arms.

I reached in with my head and sucked on her nipple and gave it gentle little nibbles while James pumped his cock in and out of her. It wasn't long before she started to pant and toss her head from side to side. I reached down and started rubbing her clit in tight little circles and her body heaved as another powerful orgasm tore through her.

James pulled out and quickly moved over to me. He spoke with a growl. "Come here, baby. Mary was good, but I need to fuck you bad."

I spread my legs for him and he wasted no time. He wasn't patient - Mary had taken him too far along. Still, by this time he knew exactly how to get me going. Mary reached over and took my nipple in her mouth like I had for her. As I felt the pleasure rise up in me, James gave a low growl and buried himself hard in me and I felt his cock start to spasm and that sent me over the edge with him.

I came to my senses between them. James was on his back still breathing hard and Mary was resting her head on my shoulder, her hand lightly moving over my sex.

After a long moment she spoke, her voice quiet.

“That was… the best I’ve ever had,” she said. “How can I ever repay you?”

I turned my head toward her and smirked, still a little flushed. I slowly spread my legs.

“Lick me right here,” I said, tapping two fingers against my clit. “And we’ll call it even.”