Sex Ed (3 page)

"If he doesn't love you based on your personality, the sex won't be enough. Why don't you try abstinence to begin with?"

"Ed, honey, for your information, I'm not a virgin anymore. I got my cherry popped way back when I was eighteen."

Ed's hands fisted, a surge of red-hot rage roaring through his brain, frying a few brain cel s along the way. "Who popped your cherry?" He'd find the bastard and wring his virginity-stealing neck.

With a laugh, Kendal reached for a slice of pizza and sat on the edge of the kitchen table. Her legs parted, displaying the silky smooth skin of the inside of her thighs and the triangular wedge of her midnight black thong panties.

Ed's groin tightened even more, and he had to force himself to turn away before he did or said something that indicated the gutter where his mind had fal en. He couldn't get over the image of her pert little ass pressed against the smooth surface of his kitchen table. Ed spun toward the pizza box, grabbed a slice and stared at the shape—a triangle just like the wedge of fabric over Kendal 's pussy. He bit in, his tongue slurping the sauce from the sides of his lips—warm, wet, tasty.

"Umm, this is orgasmic, don't you think?"

Kendal 's voice was low, silky and spot-on with the way Ed felt at the moment. "It's pizza." He chewed and swal owed, dragging in a deep breath before turning back to face Kendal . "I can't talk you out of this?"

She shook her head, a splash of tomato sauce fal ing from her lips to the V between her breasts.

She giggled, tugged her tank low and scooped the sauce out with a finger, and then looked up at Ed.

"You like the sauce more than I do. Want it?" She held out her finger, dripping with the rich sauce that had been warmed by her breasts.

Ed's mouth opened automatical y and he sucked her finger into it, licking off the sauce before he came to his senses and realized this was Connor's sister sitting on his table, practical y naked, sticking her finger in his mouth and teasing him with triangular wedges.
Holy Hell
. He couldn't do this.

Not to his friend, a man fighting for their country in Afghanistan.

Ed grabbed her hand and pul ed the finger from his mouth, ful y intending on tel ing her he couldn't, and wouldn't, give her lessons in sex. "Where do you want to start?"

Kendal grinned and clapped her hands. "Tel me what makes a man look at a woman twice."

Full breasts, miniscule tank tops and G-string
panties
. Ed shook his head. "A pretty smile. Guys like a woman who can make them laugh."

Her forehead puckered into a frown. "That's it?

What kind of clothing? What about how she walks?"

Kendal hopped off the table and walked across the floor. "Does a man like a woman with a little sway to her hips like this?" She walked sedately across the floor.

No matter how control ed Kendal walked, she was sexy, her hips swaying natural y from side to side. Dressed in nothing but a very loose tank top, that rode up her hips, exposing her ass, the strap of her G-string buried deep between her cheeks. Ed stifled another groan. "A guy would like that." Any man would be a fool or gay not to like what Ed saw.

"Real y?" She turned, her brows crinkling again.

"Or should I add a little oomph to the hips?" She vamped across the length of the tiny kitchen, one foot crossing over the other, her hips rocking from side to side in an exaggerated swing. Her bra-less breasts swayed, the nipples rubbing against the thin ribbed fabric.

Ed's mouth watered. His dick couldn't get much harder and not explode.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Kendal grinned. "I can tel ." She touched the tip of the towel. "That's settled, I'l do that kind of walk to get his attention."

He pul ed away from the tip of her finger. "No."

Ed grabbed her hips to hold them steady.

"Why not?"

He tried to engage his brain, despite the rush of blood flowing to the lower regions of his body. "Too much of a good thing only makes you look easy."

"And being easy isn't a good thing?" She touched his naked chest with her finger. "Doesn't a guy want to know he stands a chance with the girl?"

His skin heated. Ed captured her finger, his body tense. "Yes, but not al at once."

"Okay then. Minimize the swing of my hips." She smiled up at him. "What about kissing? I've had some experience kissing. Seems most guys start with the tongue. Is that real y the right way to begin?"

"Kissing?" Ed gulped. This was going way past anything he could imagine. Think of Connor.

Breaking his promise and disappointing his best friend would make him less likely to lose control.

"Okay." He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

"Oh, Ed, please, you look like you're about to suck on a pickle. Be serious and show me what a real first-date kiss should be like." She planted her hands on her hips, pul ing the tank taut over her breasts. "I'l bet Whitey would have no problem whatsoever showing me anything I want."

"Whitey has no finesse," Ed growled. "Okay, fine." He gripped her upper arms and pecked her lips with a very chaste, brotherly kiss. "That's good for a first date."

Kendal 's brows rose and she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them up enough to emphasize the pointy tips. "Real y, Ed? That’s the best you can do for a first date kiss? I need to know what to expect? How to react?"

"A good knee to the groin would be perfect."

"I'm trying to get the man to fal in love with me, not hit me up with assault and battery charges."

Her ful , lovely lips formed a straight line, which on Kendal looked just as sexy as a smile. His determination to stay distant wavered.

"Either show me what to expect or I'l find a better teacher."

"Fine." Frustration exploded inside Ed and he cupped the back of Kendal 's head crushing her lips with his. Kendal 's mouth parted on a gasp, her tongue meeting his, twisting and stroking, the tang of tomato sauce whetting his appetite for more. She had him kissing her, something he would never have dreamed of, given his promise to her brother.

Her hands circled the back of Ed's neck, feathering through his hair. "How's this?" she said against his mouth. "Do you like this? Wil my guy like this?"

"Umm." One hand slid down to cup her ass, pul ing her hard against the terrycloth towel and his rock-hard erection. Al that stood between his cock and her pussy was a towel, a string and a promise.

"Or, would he prefer this?" She nibbled at his lower lip, then slid her mouth across his chin and down to the pulse beating wildly at the base of his throat. Based on his heart rate and the erection, he couldn't deny his attraction.

So far, so good. But Lacey had said not to push him too far the first day. Go easy, make him want to come to her.

Oh, but she wanted more...now. For the past five years, she'd been in love with her brother's best friend, an awkward place to be. For most of that time, Ed had only seen her as Connor's kid sister.

This plan had better work and show Ed she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Reluctantly, Kendal pul ed away from Ed and forced an innocent smile to her lips. "Would he like that?"

Ed scrubbed a hand down over his face, his eyes glazed, the point of his cock pressing hard against her bel y. "Uh..." He shook his head. "No."

"No?" She feigned surprise. "What
does
get a man excited?"

"Getting naked." Ed's eyes rounded and he clapped a hand over his lips.

Kendal swal owed the big grin fighting for a chance to swamp her face. "Real y?" She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it halfway up her torso.

Ed's hand shot out, stopping any further ascent.

"There are other ways to get a man excited besides getting naked."

"I figured as much. Show me." She let go of the shirt and waited for him to make the next move.

"A woman's hands can be very sexy," Ed blurted.

"You mean like this?" She reached out and circled his cock, towel and al .

Ed sucked in his breath and disengaged her fingers. "Not quite that obvious, although that would get his attention al right. You might save that for the proposal night."

"What about this?" She ran her fingers up his naked torso, something she'd wanted to do for so long. The feel of his muscled skin was so good, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Her insides were on fire and she couldn't wait for this plan to take complete affect.

"Yes, maybe tweak the nipples."

She pinched his nipples ever so slightly. "You like that? I mean, a man likes that?"

"With the right woman, anything goes. I don't know why you need me to...to..."

Kendal leaned forward and nibbled his nipple with her teeth.

Ed stiffened, his breathing stopping altogether until she released the nipple. Then al of the air whooshed out of his lungs. "Baby, you don't need me to show you what a man likes."

"Oh, but I do. There's such a fine line between enticing a man and looking like a slut. This man is marriage material. I don't want him to think he can fuck me and ditch me." Her fingers skimmed along his shoulder and downward, weaving into the hairs on his chest. "I want
him
to want
me
enough to work for my affection."

"Okay then, save the nipple sucking for at least the fourth date."

She tipped her head. "Too much too soon?"

He nodded. "Yeah, too much too soon."

Kendal almost laughed. The man had a shel -

shocked expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to react to Kendal 's come-ons. She almost clapped her hands with her excitement, but she had a long way to go to make him want her badly enough to step completely over the line of loyalty to his best friend.

"Okay, then. Maybe tomorrow we can try the kissing again. I'm on my way to work at the Ugly Stick Saloon." She nodded toward the pizza box.

"You can have the rest, but save me one piece I might be hungry when I get back. I have some studying to do late into the night."

"I'l be asleep," Ed said.

His words shot out a little too fast. Probably wanting to discourage her late-night visit. "Not to worry. I have a key. I'l let myself in." She twisted her shirt, making sure she pul ed it tight enough to expose the ful curve of her breasts. "Don't worry, I'l be very quiet."

His chest rose and fel , the muscle in his jaw twitching.

Oh, yeah, he was barely hanging on by a thread.

She nodded toward his towel. "You might want to do something about that. I'm sure it's not healthy to have a hard-on for that long." Kendal giggled and ran for the door.

The snap of a towel preceded a sharp sting to her butt.

"Ow." She jumped and spun in time to see Ed retracting the towel and holding it over his penis.

"What was that for?"

"Forcing me into this crazy scheme of yours. You haven't even told me who this guy is. I've a mind to have a talk with him."

"Oh, no. That wouldn't do at al . I don't want him to know I'm after him. He'd think I was a stalker or something."

"If you don't tel me who he is, I won't continue with the lessons."

"There's always Whitey."

He stepped forward. "I'l kil him if he offers."

"Then I'l find someone else and I won't tel you about him."

His mouth opened and snapped shut. "Brat."

"You love me and you know it." She blew him a kiss and fled through the open door, sure to give him a healthy look at her bare bottom.

If she wasn't mistaken, she'd made the man completely uncomfortable. Based on his continued hard-on throughout the session, the state was exactly the kind of uncomfortable she wanted him to be.

Round one: Kendal 1, Ed 0.

Ed wadded the towel into a tight knot and flung it across the room. What was he thinking by agreeing to Kendal 's crazy scheme? It could only lead to trouble, and he'd promised Connor he'd keep his little sister out of trouble until Connor made it back from deployment.

After a glance down at his throbbing boner, he shook his head. Images of Kendal in the window, Kendal in her G-string panties and that damned see-through tank top kept flashing through his mind.

He'd never get any relief at this point.

Maybe another cold shower would do it for him.

Maybe two or three cold showers. Oh, hel , he didn't want a cold shower, he wanted a satisfying fuck. He grabbed his cel phone and spun through his contacts.

Al ison? He shook his head. She'd gotten married two months ago to some guy from Austin.

Daniel e? He hit her number and waited for the phone to ring. A piercing tone grated against his ear.

"This number has been disconnected or is no longer is service."

Damn!

What about Frankie? Surely, she'd be home and wouldn't mind a quick tumble in bed. He hit her number and waited, his cock twitching.

"Yeah." Frankie answered on the third ring.

Children screamed in the background.

"Hi Frankie, it's Ed."

"Oh, Ed, it's been a long time since I heard from you. What's up? Lindsey, put your brother down!

Bryan, stop tormenting your sister!"

Ed held the phone away from his ear until the screaming stopped. He'd forgotten she had joint custody of her four children. "Your week to have the kids, is it?"

"Sure is, and Lance gave them to me al hyped up on sugar."

"You're busy. I'l cal another time." He started to hit the off button.

"Wait, Ed, I'm free next Saturday. Wanna go out for old time's sake?"

Now that he had her on the phone, seeing Frankie didn't seem such a great idea. She had the grace of a biker babe and the shril voice of a fishwife, especial y when she was mad at someone.

"Uh...I'm sorry, Frankie, I'm al tied up next Saturday.

Maybe next time."

"Maybe so. Cal me."

The hopeful, almost desperate, tone of her voice resonated with his own feelings. Wasn't he just as desperate to find a woman wil ing to jump in the sack at a moment's notice? Geez had it been that long since he'd gone out on a date? He flung his phone on the couch and marched to the bathroom. Giving the shower handle a vicious twist, he waited for the water to warm, then stepped beneath the spray.