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Practice Makes Perfect

by Alison Tyler

C
HELSEA WAS A GOOD GIRL
. The type of exceptional student who always color-coded her exam notes and studied extra hard from midterms all the way through finals. The type of good girl who drove her roommates crazy by insisting on washing up after a big party—rather than letting the wine glasses and beer bottles fester until morning.

“Let’s get it tomorrow,” Julia always begged, but Chelsea shook her head. Made more sense to restore proper order before performing her normal evening routine, not even skipping flossing regardless of the fact that it was 1 a.m.

Chelsea didn’t drink. She didn’t smoke. And although she
had
engaged in sexual intercourse with her one long-term boyfriend, they only ever did it Missionary style, with the lights out.

“Basically, Chelsea doesn’t have any fun,” her neighbor said to Julia when the girl was through bitching about the two hours they’d put in cleaning after the latest party.

“I don’t think fun is on her agenda. She hasn’t gotten it color-coded in her date book, so the concept doesn’t exist.”

Tom got a look in his eye as he watched Chelsea watering the window box. He’d had her in his radar since the start of sophomore year, impressed by the ferocity with which she approached studying. When he’d commented about her color-coded notes, she’d blushed the same fuchsia as the top card on her stack and said, “Practice makes perfect.”

Tom was not a good boy. He didn’t study when he didn’t have to, preferring to cram before a big test. He lived in a casually sloppy apartment, rarely mowed the lawn, and only did laundry when he was out of boxers. The thought that he and Chelsea might make an attractive couple was less likely than his getting an A on a midterm. Still, he watched her. This semester, they had Astronomy together, and when she left her date book behind in class one day, he snagged it,
planning on returning the book the next time he saw her. But another idea took hold. First, he figured out what the different colors meant in her world. Then with the most care he’d ever spent in trying to write neatly, he wrote
Date with Tom
on Saturday night. He color-coded the event in pink, which seemed to mean important, but not dire. He left the book for her on her front mat.

When Chelsea flipped to that page, her heart started to beat faster. Cautiously, she turned the page to the next Saturday night, where he’d written
Kiss Tom
. On the one after that, he’d written
Fuck Tom
. But when she looked at the week following, she thought she was going to pass out. Because that Saturday was circled with little stars, and promised
Anal Sex with Tom
.

She didn’t have to.

She could refuse to even go on the first date with him. And yet, for some reason, she went. He never made a comment about what he’d written, didn’t draw attention to the fact that in 21 days, he was going to bend her over his bed, lube up her virgin asshole, and drive his cock home. But that thought was between them all night long.

On their second date, she found herself waiting impatiently for him to kiss her. He’d written
Kiss Tom
in her date book. He’d highlighted the words in orange, which was a step up from pink. Now, at the movies, she could only think of his lips on hers. Why had she never noticed how utterly fuckable he was? Because she’d always been judging the fact that he never remembered to mow his lawn or bring the garbage cans in on time. Who cared about stuff like that? Well, she did. She always had. But now, when he walked her to the front step of her apartment, she decided never to worry about an overgrown lawn again. Not when the man without the mower could kiss like this. His mouth on her lips, then down to her neck. His hands on her shoulders, touching her through her thin, crocheted sweater, raising goose bumps on her skin.

Fuck Tom
. That was next week. But she wanted to fuck Tom now. She wanted to drag him into the apartment and make him hard with her mouth. Wanted to suck him off on the second-hand sofa, where she’d once caught Julia blowing her boyfriend. How angry that had made Chelsea at the time. Didn’t Julia have any respect for her housemates? But now she thought she understood. Sometimes passion couldn’t wait for closed doors. Sometimes color codes were wrong.

“Do you want to come in?” she managed to ask him, but he shook his head and gave her a final kiss. “That’s
next
week,” he said before walking down the stairs and hoisting himself over the fence.

She masturbated that night. Something she had only done a handful of times in her life. She slid one hand into her panties and touched her clit, thinking of Tom fucking her. Not just fucking her, but pouring the lube into his hand and oiling her up between her rear cheeks. Getting her nice and wet and ready for his cock. Oh, god, the vision was making her so wet, she’d have to wash her sheets in the morning, and it wasn’t even laundry day. But no, she pushed that thought away. Maybe she wouldn’t wash the sheets. Maybe she’d revel in her own sultry scent all week long while waiting for Saturday to come around again.

When the night arrived, Tom didn’t make her go to the movies. He didn’t take her to dinner. He simply walked her from her apartment to his house, and as soon as he shut the door behind them, he started taking off her clothes. She was ready. In fact, she thought she might come simply from the feel of his hand on the zipper of her dress. But it was the way he talked that ultimately got her off.

“Just think about next week,” he said, mouth moving down her flat belly to her pussy. He was on his knees, staring up at her. “I’m going to split those sweet cheeks of yours, pour on a river of lube, and fuck your beautiful asshole.”

“Do it now,” she begged, shocked at her own boldness, but unable to stop herself. “Please.”

“But it’s on the schedule for
next
Saturday,” he reminded her.

“Fuck the schedule,” she said, shocked once more. “Please, Tom. It’s all I’ve thought about for two weeks.”

He smiled at her, and she realized that
he
had no problem breaking the rules. The rules and regulations were all hers to start with. All for her, anyway. The codes and the colors. Tom lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He set her sweetly on the bed and began to rub her body with his big, warm hands. When he got to her ass, he parted her cheeks and kissed between them. His tongue, swirling around her rear hole, had her groaning and bucking. She’d never felt anything so sexy before. Without a thought for what she was doing, she put one hand under her body and began to play with her clit as he continued his rim job.

Only when she was keening under her breath, right on the cusp of climax, did he stand up and get the bottle of lube. She turned her head to see him work the glistening liquid over his rock-hard cock, and she bit her bottom lip as he moved behind her once more.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, pressing just the head to her asshole. “I’ll go nice and easy.”

She relaxed as best she could, feeling the pressure mount as he pushed and then drew back, pushed a little bit harder, and then pulled back once more. Finally, with one more thrust, he was in. Oh, Jesus, the sensation was unreal. Then he stopped and held himself totally still, so she could grow accustomed to the sensation. But Chelsea didn’t want to wait. She’d waited all her life. She was the one to push back on him, to fuck herself on his cock. She was the one to make him groan.

Who would have thought she could do something like that? Take charge like that? She’d never been so demanding before. But she couldn’t stop herself. She rocked on his rod, moving her body up and down, until Tom couldn’t take any more.

“I’m going to come,” he murmured, and she made sure that she came with him, pinching her clit as he filled her ass with his cream.

“Can we do that again?” her voice was low, but trilled with a newfound lust.

Tom wrapped her up in his arms and said, “Sure, baby. Whenever you want.”

Chelsea grinned, realizing that some habits were hard to break, and said, “Practice makes perfect.”

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Alison Tyler’s sultry short stories have appeared in more than 80 anthologies including
Rubber Sex
(Cleis)
, Dirty Girls
(Seal Press), and
Sex for America
(Harper Perennial). Please visit
www.alisontyler.com
for more information
.

SO YOU’VE MASTERED
the basic positions—now it’s time to take things to the next level. When you venture beyond those standby positions you seem always to find yourselves in, you move out of your comfort zone—on several levels. Don’t be afraid to explore your options! Not only will a new position rearrange your bodies, it can encourage a different dynamic between you and your partner. Trying something different is a great way to surprise your partner, switch up a routine, or discover a new angle that feels superb. Experimenting with positions is a great way to enhance your sexual relationship and inspire new bedroom adventures.

Whether a couple enjoys woman-on-top positions depends greatly on the curve and length of the man’s penis, the internal geography of the woman’s vagina, and how the two come together. For example, some women who want to be on top find that Cowgirl position doesn’t hit the right spots or is uncomfortable. Likewise, some men can’t make Cowgirl position work for them; somehow, the two bodies don’t mesh well. These couples may find that trying Reverse Cowgirl—where she simply reverses her direction on top—opens the door to a more comfortable angle, more intense G-spot stimulation, and a better fit overall for both partners. In this position, he lies back and she straddles him, facing away from him, with her legs on the outside of his.

Reverse Cowgirl has many of the same benefits of Cowgirl: A woman can take control of the angle, depth, and pace of the penetration. Women who want to explore their dominant side or who simply want to run the show love this position. A woman can ride her partner’s penis in exactly the way she wants, and he can watch the action. He gets a great view of her ass as she straddles him. He can stroke her ass cheeks or spank her and reach around to play with her breasts or stimulate her clitoris. This is a good position for a man who likes to sit back, watch, and let her take charge or one who has limited strength, flexibility, or mobility. This also works well for large men or women who are much smaller than their partners.