Adult Virgin

The Sloppy Cinema Encounter

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I couldn’t believe my luck when I spotted Renata at the ticket booth of the Sloppy Cinema. It was my first time at this seedy adult theater, and I had come alone, hoping to catch a late-night flick and maybe indulge in a little private pleasure. But the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew my plans were about to change.

Renata was a stunning woman, a true cougar with a body that defied her age. Her long dark blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. She wore a tight leather jacket, showcasing her curvy figure, and a short skirt that hinted at her long, toned legs. I had seen her around campus a few times; she was a professor, and her reputation as a free-spirited, sexually liberated woman preceded her. I, on the other hand, was just Jerry, an average college student, shy and inexperienced, with a secret desire to be more than just a boy.

As I approached the booth, my heart raced. I had never interacted with someone like Renata before. She noticed me and flashed a smile that sent a jolt through my body.

“Well, hello there, handsome. First time at the Sloppy, huh?” Her voice was smooth and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

I managed to stammer, “Y-yes, ma’am. I thought I’d check it out.”

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cheeks flush. “Ma’am? Oh, you’re a sweet one. I’m Renata, and I have a feeling this won’t be your last visit. What’s your name, cutie?”

“J-Jerry,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.

“Jerry, hmm? Well, Jerry, I think I’ll be your guide tonight. I have a feeling you need a little mentoring in the ways of pleasure.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she winked at me.

I was both nervous and excited at the prospect of spending time with her. “I… I’d love that, Renata.”

She paid for our tickets and took my hand, leading me into the dark theater. The place was already filled with a mix of solitary men and a few couples, all engrossed in the on-screen action. We found two empty seats in the back row, and as we sat down, I felt her warmth beside me.

“So, Jerry, tell me, what brings you to a place like this?” Renata’s voice was low, meant only for me.

I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how much to reveal. “I… I wanted to explore, I guess. I’ve never been to an adult theater before.”

“And what about the ladies, Jerry? Any special someone waiting for you back home?” She leaned closer, her scent—a mix of perfume and something wilder—invading my senses.

My face burned as I admitted, “No, I don’t really… I mean, I haven’t had much luck with women.”

Renata’s hand found my thigh, and she squeezed gently. “Oh, honey, I think I can help with that. But first, let’s enjoy the show. And maybe I can give you a little lesson in what women really want.”

On the screen, a buxom blonde was riding a well-endowed stud, her moans filling the theater. Renata’s hand moved higher up my thigh, and I felt my cock twitch in response. I had always been self-conscious about my size, and the thought of Renata discovering my inadequacy made my stomach twist. But her touch was electric, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.

“You know, Jerry, size isn’t everything. It’s how you use what you’ve got that matters. And I have a feeling you’re going to be a quick study.” Her breath was hot against my ear, and I shuddered as her words sank in.

As if to prove her point, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. I gasped, my eyes fixed on the screen as the blonde’s cries grew louder. Renata’s touch was firm and confident, and she began to stroke me in time with the rhythm of the movie. I had never felt anything like it.

“That’s it, baby. Relax and enjoy. I want you to imagine it’s me riding your cock, taking every inch of you.” Her words were like a spell, and I found myself getting harder with each stroke.

I closed my eyes, picturing Renata straddling me, her full breasts swaying as she moved. My hands found her thighs, and I dared to squeeze, feeling the strength in her muscles. She didn’t object; instead, she guided my hands higher, encouraging me to explore. I ran my fingers along the edge of her skirt, my heart pounding as I imagined what lay beneath.

“That’s right, Jerry. Touch me. Feel how wet I am for you.” Her voice was hoarse, and I could tell she was as turned on as I was.

I slid my hand under her skirt, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She was soaking wet, and I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers inside, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

“Oh, fuck, Jerry. You’re a natural. Keep going, baby.”

I began to finger her, my thumb circling her clit as I pumped my cock with my other hand. Renata’s head fell back, her lips parted in a silent moan. The sounds from the movie and the theater around us seemed to fade away as our world narrowed to this intimate, erotic moment.

“That’s it, Jerry. Make me cum. Show me what a man you can be.” Her encouragement spurred me on, and I increased the pace, my fingers working her pussy feverishly.

Renata’s body tensed, and she gripped my hand, holding it firmly against her as she climaxed. Her moans filled my ears, and I felt her juices flow over my fingers. I was on the edge, my own orgasm building as I watched her pleasure unfold.

“Oh, Jerry, yes! Keep going, don’t stop!” She urged me on, and I obeyed, my cock throbbing in my hand.

I came hard, my cum shooting onto my stomach and Renata’s hand, which still held mine against her. She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“That’s my boy. You’ve got a lot to learn, but you’re a fast learner. And I think I’ve found my new pet project.” She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth, tasting of lust and desire.

As the movie reached its climax, I realized my own journey was just beginning. Renata had shown me that I could be a man, that size didn’t define my worth. And as we left the theater, hand in hand, I knew this was just the start of my education in the art of pleasure, with the most captivating teacher I could ever imagine.

The night air was cool on our heated skin as we stepped out of the theater, but neither of us seemed to notice. Renata’s hand tightened around mine, and she led me towards her car, her stride confident and full of promise. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night—and the future—had in store for me.

Breaking Barriers

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The dimly lit office of Dr. Ava Collins exuded an air of warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the nervous energy that filled Roger’s body as he sat on the plush leather couch. He had never imagined himself seeking help for his personal struggles, especially not from a woman as captivating as Dr. Collins.

Roger, a 47-year-old librarian, had always been an introvert, his life revolving around books and the quiet sanctuary of the library. His brown hair, neatly combed, framed his green eyes, which darted around the room, avoiding any direct gaze. He was of average height and build, and his attire—a simple sweater and slacks—reflected his unassuming nature. The only hint of his inner turmoil was the slight tremble in his hands, barely noticeable as they rested on his thighs.

Across from him, Dr. Ava Collins, a 54-year-old psychologist, exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. Her shoulder-length brown hair, streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed her hazel eyes, which held a gentle yet inquisitive gaze. She wore a pair of stylish glasses that accentuated her intelligence, and her body, though mature, still retained a certain allure. Her C-cup breasts were modest but well-proportioned, and her curves were hidden beneath a professional yet flattering blouse and skirt.

Roger had sought her help as a last resort, desperate to overcome his lifelong struggle with shyness, especially around women. He had heard about Dr. Collins from a friend who had successfully conquered his social anxiety with her guidance. Now, Roger hoped she could work her magic on him.

“So, Roger,” Dr. Collins began, her voice soft and soothing, “tell me about your difficulties. What brings you to my office today?”

Roger swallowed hard, his throat dry with nerves. “Well, Dr. Collins, I… I’ve always had trouble talking to women. I mean, I love interacting with people at the library, but when it comes to personal relationships, I… I freeze up.” His voice cracked slightly, betraying his discomfort.

Ava leaned forward, her eyes warm and encouraging. “That’s perfectly understandable, Roger. Many people struggle with social interactions. It’s a common issue, and you’ve taken a brave step by seeking help. Can you tell me more about these interactions? What happens when you try to approach a woman?”

As Roger began to speak, his words tumbled out in a rush, as if he were afraid to lose his nerve. “I get tongue-tied, my heart races, and I start sweating. It’s like my brain shuts down, and I can’t think of anything to say. I just want to make a good impression, but I end up looking like a fool.”

Dr. Collins nodded, her expression filled with empathy. “Social anxiety can be debilitating, but it’s treatable. I’ve helped many patients overcome similar challenges. We’ll work together to build your confidence and develop strategies to manage these situations.”

Roger felt a glimmer of hope, but his anxiety remained palpable. “I… I want to change, Dr. Collins. I’m tired of being alone. I want to find someone, to experience… intimacy.” He blushed, realizing how intimate his confession was.

Ava’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses, and a soft smile played on her lips. “Intimacy is a natural human desire, Roger. It’s a beautiful part of life. And I assure you, with the right guidance, you can achieve it. But first, let’s focus on building your confidence. We’ll take this one step at a time.”

For the next hour, they delved into various therapeutic techniques, with Dr. Collins guiding Roger through relaxation exercises and role-playing scenarios. She was patient and understanding, her gentle nature putting Roger at ease. As the session progressed, he began to feel a sense of trust and connection with her.

“Now, Roger, I want you to imagine a scenario where you approach a woman you find attractive. Picture the setting, the conversation, and most importantly, how you feel,” Ava instructed, her voice calm and steady.

Roger closed his eyes, his mind conjuring an image of a beautiful woman at a café. He saw himself approaching her, his heart pounding, but this time, he felt a newfound courage. He imagined himself engaging in a smooth conversation, making her laugh, and feeling a warm sense of satisfaction.

“That’s excellent, Roger,” Dr. Collins praised, her voice breaking through his imaginary world. “You’re learning to control your anxiety and visualize success. Now, let’s explore some real-life situations. I want you to think of a woman you find attractive in your daily life. It could be anyone, a colleague, a friend, or even a stranger.”

Roger’s mind raced, and he thought of a young librarian he had often seen at work. She was friendly and always had a smile for him. “There’s a woman at the library, Dr. Collins. She’s… she’s very kind and beautiful. I’ve always wanted to ask her out, but I could never gather the courage.”

Ava’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she leaned forward, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “Perfect, Roger! Now, let’s role-play this scenario. I’ll be the librarian, and you can practice approaching me. Remember, it’s all about confidence and belief in yourself.”

As the role-play commenced, Roger felt his anxiety melt away. He stood up, walked towards Dr. Collins, and imagined her as the librarian. “Hi, I… I’ve seen you around the library. You’re always so helpful and friendly. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime?” His voice was steady, and he felt a surge of pride in his newfound boldness.

Dr. Collins, playing along, smiled warmly and said, “Why, thank you, Roger. I’d love to. Here’s my number. Give me a call, and we can set something up.”

Roger’s heart swelled with joy, and he couldn’t believe his success. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I feel like I can do this now. I can’t wait to ask her out.”

Ava beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “I’m so glad you’re feeling more confident, Roger. And I think it’s time we take this therapy to the next level. You see, Roger, sometimes, the best way to overcome a fear is to face it head-on.”

Roger’s eyes widened, not quite understanding her intent. “What do you mean, Dr. Collins?”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Dr. Collins stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying gently beneath her skirt. She stopped in front of Roger, her eyes locking with his, and placed her hand on his thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“You’re a virgin, Roger, and you’ve been holding onto this fear for too long. I think it’s time you let go of your inhibitions and embrace your desires. And I’m willing to help you with that, right here, right now.” Her voice was husky, filled with a raw desire that surprised even herself.

Roger’s mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Dr. Collins, the elegant and professional psychologist, was offering to take his virginity?

“I… I don’t know what to say, Dr. Collins. I mean, this is… unexpected,” he stammered, his eyes darting between her face and the hand on his thigh.

Ava’s hand slid up his thigh, her touch sending shivers through his body. “It’s okay to be nervous, Roger. But I want to help you discover the pleasures of intimacy. And I think we’ve built enough trust for you to feel comfortable with me.”

As if in a trance, Roger nodded, his desire overcoming his hesitation. “I… I trust you, Dr. Collins. I want to do this.”

With a smile that held both tenderness and lust, Ava guided Roger back onto the couch, her hand never leaving his body. She sat beside him, her thigh pressing against his, and leaned in close, her breath warm on his neck.

“Relax, Roger,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Let’s start by exploring each other’s bodies. I want you to touch me, to feel the pleasure you can give.”

Her words sent a rush of blood to Roger’s groin, and he found himself eager to please her. His hands trembled as he reached for the buttons of her blouse, his fingers clumsy yet determined. With each button undone, he revealed more of her soft, creamy skin, until her blouse fell open, exposing her lacy black bra and the swell of her breasts.

Ava’s breath quickened as Roger’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened at his touch. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and guided his hands lower, to the waistband of her skirt.

“Undo my skirt, Roger,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to see all of me.”

His fingers fumbled with the zipper, his heart racing as he exposed her black lace panties and the hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his fingers exploring the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

“Oh, Roger,” Ava moaned, her head falling back as his fingers found her sweet spot. “You’re doing so well. Keep touching me, make me feel good.”

Roger’s confidence grew with each touch, his shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. He slid his fingers deeper, his thumb pressing against her clit, and felt her body tremble as she neared her climax.

“Yes, Roger, just like that,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me cum, make me feel what I’ve been missing.”

With a final, relentless stroke, Roger brought Ava to the edge, her body convulsing as she climaxed, her juices flowing over his fingers. She cried out, her voice echoing in the office, a sound that fueled Roger’s desire even further.

As Ava’s orgasm subsided, she turned to him, her eyes glazed with passion. “Now, Roger, it’s your turn. Let me show you how wonderful it feels to be touched.”

Roger’s heart was pounding, his erection straining against his pants. He had never felt such intense desire, and he was eager to experience more.

Ava’s skilled hands worked their magic, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Her fingers traced his chest, sending shivers down his spine, and then moved lower, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down his legs.

His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Ava’s eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length. She knelt before him, her hands gently caressing his shaft, her breath warm on his sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Roger,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his throbbing head. “I want to taste you, to feel you in my mouth.”

With that, she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the head. Roger groaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions as she took him deeper, her wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft.

“Oh, Dr. Collins,” he gasped, his body trembling with pleasure. “I… I can’t believe this is happening.”

Ava’s mouth worked feverishly, her hands cupping his balls, her fingers teasing his perineum. She sucked and licked, her skills honed by years of experience, bringing Roger closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you to cum for me, Roger,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his cock. “I want to feel you explode in my mouth.”

Roger’s body tensed, his orgasm building to an unbearable peak. “I… I’m gonna cum, Dr. Collins,” he warned, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ava’s mouth tightened around him, her hand stroking his shaft in perfect rhythm. She sucked harder, her tongue flicking his sensitive underside, and Roger exploded, his cum shooting into her mouth, a hot, sticky torrent that she eagerly swallowed.

As Roger’s body shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm, Ava rose, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That was incredible, Roger. You’re a natural, and I can’t wait to show you more.”

Roger, still reeling from the intensity of his release, looked at her with a mixture of awe and desire. “I… I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never felt so alive.”

Ava’s hand reached for his, her touch gentle and reassuring. “We’re just getting started, Roger. There’s so much more to explore, and I’m here to guide you every step of the way. But for now, let’s take a moment to savor this experience.”

As they sat together on the couch, their bodies still tingling with pleasure, Roger realized that this was just the beginning of his journey. With Dr. Ava Collins by his side, he was ready to face his fears and embrace the pleasures that awaited him.

Little did he know, this was only the first chapter in a story that would change his life forever.