Every Young Man's Dream (7 page)

Adriana smiled. “Come with me to the shower
and I’ll tell you a little story on the way.”

“
Sounds good,” Troy said.
He stood up and offered his hand to Adriana. She took it and he
helped her up. Walking side-by-side, they made their way towards
the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“
I want to tell you about
a young woman about your age who absolutely loved sex,” Adriana
said. “She loved the feel of it, the excitement, the sheer pleasure
of penetration. For a couple of years she had taken care of all her
needs herself; she had been raised to think that sex was a shameful
thing, and was afraid to venture out into the real world and find a
man to pleasure her. But eventually her needs trumped her fears and
she began to seek out men. Her first few experiences were with
young men about her own age. But she soon found out that they were
way too anxious, way too quick, and most of all way too selfish to
please her the way she needed to be pleased. So eventually she
moved on a few years, to slightly older men—still young; mid-20’s,
most of them—but she realized they had the same problems as the
younger ones. Not as pronounced, most of the time—except for the
selfish part, of course—but pretty much the same issues cropped
up.”

Here Adriana paused. They had reached the
bathroom. She pulled open the door to the double-headed shower and
turned the water on to get it heated up. Then she closed the door
and turned back towards Troy and resumed talking.

“
So she continued moving
on, trying out all sorts of different men, different ages,
different nationalities, from all different walks of life, but came
away from the experience vastly disappointed. Sure, there were the
occasional men that knew what they were doing, but for the most
part she realized that men, as a whole, were really shitty in the
sack. So one day she came to a decision. Whenever she came across a
young man with potential she would take it upon herself to make
sure he realized that potential. She would teach him everything she
knew, starting from the ground up, molding him into a man that
could satisfy a woman’s every need, so that hopefully there would
be fewer young girls like herself who came away disappointed in the
quality of men.”

“
So you’re a
humanitarian,” Troy said.

“
That’s right,” Adriana
said, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet. “I’m just
trying to make the world a better place. One young man at a
time.”

“
Are you ever tempted to
keep one of these men for yourself after your job’s
done?”

“
Tempted? Yes,” she said.
“But I’ve never done it.”

“
Why not?”

“
Because that would be
selfish of me,” she said as she set the towels on the counter near
the shower. “My purpose is to teach young men how to excel in bed
and then set them free to put their newfound knowledge to use.
Spread the joy, so to speak. To keep them for myself would be to
deny other women the pleasure of being with them. Besides, I love
the teaching part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tasting the fruits
of my labor once my job is finished, but the part I love the most
is taking the raw material and molding it in something
wondrous.”

“
So that’s where this is
going to end up? With me being a stud in the sack?”

“
Oh, you’ll be much more
than just a stud,” Adriana said. “You’ll be a god. Capable of
pleasing a woman in ways she didn’t even know were
possible.”

Adriana opened the shower door and climbed
in. Troy followed. She made her way to one of the shower heads. He
took the other. The water was piping hot. It felt great on his
skin.

“
You really think you can
pull it off with me?” Troy said, turning towards Adriana, letting
the water cascade over his back.

“
I haven’t failed yet,”
Adriana said, smiling over her shoulder at him. “And to be
perfectly honest, you’re pretty far along already. I have a feeling
you’re going to be one of my easier students.”

 “
Really?” Troy said.
“There are people worse than I am when you get ahold of
them?”

“
Much worse,” Adriana
said. She had turned towards him and was soaping herself up, paying
extra attention to her pussy, getting it nice and clean. “You’ve
got most of the basic skills down already. You lack refinement,
sure, but that can be taught pretty easily. It just take practice.
And you have the most important things. A great body. A nice cock.
But more importantly you have the right attitude. You’re
respectful, considerate, and overall a nice guy, which is
essential.”

She tossed the soap over to him. He caught
it and started rubbing the bar over his body. He was reluctant to
wash her smell off him but figured it was only temporary.

“
Plus you seem like you
genuinely want to learn,” Adriana continued while rinsing the soap
of her body. “With most of the kids these days, you’re lucky if you
find someone that has
one
of those attributes. But you have all three.
Which means you’re way ahead of the game already.”

Troy was smiling; he couldn’t help it. His
home life had been pretty rough and compliments were hard to come
by. Being praised by such a gorgeous, accomplished, incredible
woman made him feel pretty damn good inside. The outside was
feeling pretty good too as he watched her rinse the soap off her
skin.

“
Don’t get too proud of
yourself,” Adriana said. “You still have quite a bit of work to
do.”

“
Like what?”

“
Well, for starters you
need to become more confident in bed. More forceful. Stop feeling
your way around so much, waiting to see how I’m going to react
before doing something. Just do what you want. For the most part,
women like a man who knows what he wants and then takes it.
Hesitant men are boring.”

“
So more confidence and
less hesitation,” Troy said. He set the soap down and started
rinsing it off his body. “I think I handle that. What else is
there?”

“
We definitely need to
work on your stamina,” Adriana said. “What happened earlier was a
perfect example; don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable that eating my
pussy got you almost excited enough to cum while you were doing it,
but it also cut short was came afterwards.”

“
Yeah, that was pretty
pathetic.”

“
I wouldn’t go that far,”
she said, turning off the water and leaving the shower. “In a weird
way it’s actually pretty impressive. But I definitely need to teach
you how to control yourself better.”

Troy turned off his water and followed
Adriana out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. They both
started to dry themselves off.

“
And how exactly do you do
that?” he asked.

“
Oh, there’s a few
different ways. We’ll try some of them out at a later date. One of
these days we’ll spend the whole afternoon on it. I’ll set up a
little gauntlet that tests your self-control.”

“
Sounds like
fun.”

“
It will be,” she
said.

“
What else do I need to
work on?” Troy asked.

“
Well, eventually we need
to get you to be a whole lot more adventurous, but that comes in
steps. One thing at a time, then build upon it, taking things a
little further, then a little further. That’ll come in time,
though. You can’t rush that part.”

“
Anything
else?”

“
Just overall refinement,
more than anything. But again, that comes with repetition. Just
like anything else, the best way to get better in bed is by
practice, practice, and more practice.”

“
I think I can handle
that.”

“
So you say now,” Adriana
said as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. “But we’ll see, my
young friend. We’ll see.”

Troy tossed his towel onto the counter
defiantly. A little smirk played on his face. “You don’t believe
me?”

“
I believe you
think
you can handle
it,” she said, matching his grin with one of her own. Challenging
him. Daring him. Taunting him. “But when push comes to shove, and
you’re trying to get it up again after cumming four times already
that day, we’ll see if you really
can
handle it.”

“
Four times? That’s
it?”

Smiling wider now, Adriana said, “Big talk
from a man who’s only come twice so far.”

“
The key phrase being so
far,” Troy said.

“
What are you saying? That
you’re ready to go again?”

“
Hell yes.”

“
Fine by me,” Adriana
said. “But this time, I want you to take more control. Be more
forceful.”

“
I’ll try.”

“
That’s not good enough.
You need to just step up and do it.”

“
I don’t know if I
can.”

“
Why not?”

He shrugged.

“
Come on,” Adriana said.
“Don’t be afraid to talk about it. The only way to make progress is
to have open communication about what the issues are. Otherwise
they stay hidden and don’t get addressed. And that’s how things
fester.”

“
It’s just . . .” Troy
trailed off, not sure how to put it into words without sounding
cruel.

“
Spit it out,” Adriana
said. “Don’t be shy.”

“
Fine. But you have to
promise not to take this the wrong way.”

She held her hand up, palm out. “I
swear.”

Troy took a deep breath, let it out slowly.
He didn’t know how to say what was on his mind so he took Adriana’s
advice and just spit it out. “I’m kind of intimidated.”

“
By me specifically? Or
women in general.”

“
Not all women. But women
like you.”

“
Like me in what
way?”

“
Older than me. Bold.
Gorgeous. You know, women like you, what few of them there
are.”

Adriana smiled. “Well, first of all, thank
you for the compliments. Second: Of course you’re intimidated; in
case you hadn’t figured it out yet, that’s just the way I am. Bold
and brash and beautiful. Which men aren’t used to.”

“
I know, and I get that,”
Troy said. “And I’m grateful for the way you are, because if you
were just a typical woman I wouldn’t be here right now. Your
boldness is the reason I’ve had so much fun over the last couple of
days. But that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you
intimidating too. And it’s hard to take control over someone who
intimidates you.”

“
Fair enough,” Adriana
said. “So if, for example, I was a quiet, petite, little 18-year
old blonde who fawned at your feet you’d have no problem taking
control over me?”

Troy laughed and shook his head.

“
What’s so
funny?”

“
Nothing. I’m just trying
to imagine you as a petite blonde, that’s all.”

“
How’s it working for
you?”

“
Not so well. I like you
as you are.”

“
But if I was a little
blonde about your age . . .”

“
Then I wouldn’t foresee
any issues,” Troy said.

“
That’s good to know,” she
said.

Troy tilted his head slightly. He recognized
the look on Adriana’s face. Something was working behind those
beautiful eyes of hers. “Why?”

“
No reason,” she said.
“Just curious.”

He didn’t buy it but didn’t press her on it
either.

“
What about if we had a
few drinks?” Adriana asked. “Would that help make me less
intimidating?”

“
If I was drunk enough I’d
probably be able to get over my fear,” he said. “But that’s kind of
a cop-out, isn’t it?”

“
A little bit,” she said.
“But not really. It’s a start, a little step. Something to build
on. So what do you say?”

“
You want to try it right
now?”

“
Sure,” Adriana said. “Why
not? I’ve got a fully stocked bar just over there. Let’s start
drinking and see what happens.”

Troy pretended to think about it for a
moment, when in reality the decision had already been made in his
head. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

“
Great. Then follow me.”
Adriana grabbed his hand and led him over to the bar next to the
TV.

Once there, she pulled out a bottle of Jack
Daniels and a couple of shot glasses. “They key is to get drunk
enough to erase your inhibitions but not too drunk that you don’t
remember what happened the next day,” she said as she filled the
little glasses with the amber liquid. “Otherwise it defeats the
purpose.”

“
Then why are we drinking
Jack? Shouldn’t we start off with something a little more
mellow?”

“
It’s just a couple shots
to get us jump-started,” she said, handing him one of the glasses.
“Bottoms up.”

Adriana shot the Jack back with a little
flick of her head. Troy did the same, grimacing slightly as it went
down. They both set the glasses down on the counter.

Smiling, Adriana filled them up again. “One
more and then we’ll slow things down,” she said.

Troy took a deep breath and nodded. This
time, he shot the Jack first and Adriana followed. The second one
went down a little easier. He set the glass down and so did
Adriana.