Thread: A Little Sex Training {darkest_fate&DeliciousLust}

It was perhaps best that Robbi didn't show too much outward show of her thoughts on Betty, as the latter girl was already a little anxious by her own internal reservations and cluelessness. She had thought that she had done everything right so far, at the very least appearing in her sexy sporty outfit. I mean, she wasn't expecting to be running the track or playing baseball when it came to their lessons, but there was a part of her that did indeed thought that these lessons would be similar to the yoga lessons she had been taking at the local community. She was prepared for some physical activity, though her mind set probably fell more toward the flirty end of the spectrum than the actual erotic, which may be where she and her instructor had diverged in opinion. Has she known what was expected, she might have came to the hotel dressed in a night gown. Or maybe in a latex get-up. She did gave a double blink when she was told to not dress comfortably for something that she's trying to fuck. That sent her in a slight spin, was that a statement for her first lesson or did it apply right now? As far as she knew, there wasn't trying to fuck the instructor, unless it was part of the lesson. She hadn't thought she was tested already without even forewarned. Or getting to know the woman for that matter! A part of her was glad they had time to talk things out. Delving into things deeply made things strange and awkward. She raised a slight brow when the woman gave her chest a squeeze, which made her wonder if she should follow suit or go challenge her by going further. Her hands went up to the tops of her breasts for a moment, but were soon retracted in a gesture of cautiousness. No need to pull her top up like one of her visits to Louisiana. At least, she was complimented on her looks overall however, which earned a small giggle from her. It perhaps didn't help the giggle did well to accentuate the emulated youthful traits from her. She was of age, but could very well be mistaken for a piece of overly developed jailbait. It was just a bonus that she didn't mind when people asked for her ID, which proved that she didn't lose much from her high school days. However, it was perhaps an interesting point that she had a nice body, now she just wanted to nice fucking body that actually saw some action. If her lack of luck in bed continued, she might start to build a horrible reputation for herself. It seemed men could get more satisfaction from a fleshlight, than sleep with her. However the city was big enough and it seemed that she did take the first steps in correcting herself to steer herself on the right course. Now she had to face the challenges before her and see if they delivered results at all. Her slender brow rose again when Robbi mentioned that she would have sex with anyone who asked. It was hard to believe from a beautiful woman like herself, as she thought that she might have a high standard to both her clients and partners. Betty liked sex, though never saw it as a wanton need that could be satisfied with anyone. Was this woman an addict or just very loose, or generous? However, it all came that back she couldn't exactly satisfy anyone beyond a one-night stand. She smiled shyly when asked the question of her orientation, especially the fact that the last perhaps rang the truest when it came to her reasoning to hiring Robbi. Her partners were typically men, though Robbi did remind her that she did find some slight attraction in women from time to time if their beauty or personality is in the first place. Robbi seemed experience and bold, which did strike some appeal in her. That wasn't to say that she identified with being Bi, but the admiration she found in Robbi and her past history of some women seemed to say otherwise on that fact. Yeah, I figured that this might be easier when it's not with a guy trainer...I don't want things to get too awkward between the trainer and all. A woman would know a woman's body best, right? She said with a small tilt of her head, seemingly expecting the other woman to agree.