InstructionbySeduction (3 page)

“One more piece.”

Hale’s words did not help Leah’s nerves. She slid her
fingers between her skin and the satin of her panties. She hesitated there,
wishing this part was over and Hale would just push her up against a wall and
fuck her brains out. That part was easy.
This
was torture.

Leah took a deep breath and slid her pink bikinis down her
thighs, over her knees and let them drop around her ankles. She stepped out of
them and pushed them toward her jeans. Still staring at the floor, she was too
humiliated to look up.

Hale stepped toward her and kicked her discarded clothes out
of the way. He set his fingertips under Leah’s chin and raised her head. Leah
cursed the tears that she knew were forming. She didn’t want to cry in front of
him.
For what? Being naked? Is that a reason to cry?

“Head high, Leah.” He began circling around her. Leah kept
her head up, fighting the tears as Hale moved. She could feel his eyes on every
inch of her skin. Every freckle and hair and disproportionate area of flab was
open to his inspection. By the time he got back around in front of her the
tears were streaming down her face.

“Sweet Leah,” Hale murmured, raising his hands to her cheeks
and brushing back tears. “Why the crying? Why would you assume I’m being
critical of you when I look at you?”

“Why not?” Leah sniffed. “Everyone else is.”

“Are they? Or are you just unhappy with yourself so you
believe that is what others think?”

“I doubt it.”

“I want you to think of one thing about your body that you
love. One thing.”

Leah thought of her eyes.

“Okay,” she said.

“Now I want you to apply that good feeling to every other
part of you.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Just imagine it. Imagine feeling that good about
everything, regardless of what you think others have decided about you.”

Leah closed her eyes and envisioned looking at herself nude
in the mirror and smiling. Nothing had really changed on the outside, only on
the inside. She looked at her eyes and felt beautiful, letting that emotion
wash all the way down her body.

“How does it feel?” Hale asked.

Leah laughed softly and opened her eyes. Hale stood before
her, waiting for her reaction.

“It feels good.”

“Of course it does. I want you to practice feeling this way
every day. The better you feel about yourself the more positive a response
you’ll get from others.”

“If you say so.”

“Try it.”

“Fine. I will.”

“Good. Because if you don’t feel good about you then no one
else will either. Now it’s time for something a little more fun.”

“Thank God. I thought we’d never get there.”

Hale laughed, then unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the
loops. He wrapped it over itself and yanked it tight, snapping the leather like
a whip. Leah jumped and he laughed again.

“Not quite ready for that yet.”

Yet?
Leah shivered.

Hale dropped his pants and kicked them off into the pile of
discarded clothing that had formed on the kitchen floor.

“Now,” he said. “On your knees.”

Leah opened her mouth in protest.

“Oh I don’t know…I mean, I’ve never…”

“Did I ask you to do something strange?”

Hale smirked. Leah felt her cheeks burn and she stammered,
“Well no, I just thought that you were going to make me…”

“Sweet Leah. I will never make you do anything. Everything
is a choice. I may give you a shove in the right direction but I’ll force
nothing on you.”

Leah nodded.

“Okay then. Why don’t we go into the bedroom instead?”

Leah nodded again, vigorously. She liked that idea a lot
better. Hale set his hands on Leah’s shoulders and turned her toward the
bedroom, then moved with her toward it. Once inside, he gave her his famous
smirk and said, “Now…on your knees.”

“Okay,” Leah breathed.

“Over by the bed. Like you’re going to say your prayers.”

Leah knelt by the bed and rested her arms on the mattress.
Hale moved in behind her. He nudged her knees apart and she obliged him,
shaking as she did so.

“Tell me about your sexual experiences, Leah.”

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “they’ve been unfulfilling
before you.”

“And?”

“And very…vanilla.”

“Vanilla.”

“Very.”

Hale chuckled and the sound sent warm shivers through her
body. His lips ran softly around her shoulder, then he planted small kisses
here and there.

“I think we should change that,” he whispered.

Hale’s sizeable erection pressed against her rear end. She
laid her head down on her forearms and moved her knees apart farther. Hale
moved in, pressing his dick against Leah’s warm and ready pussy. She let out a
soft moan.

“Want it?” he asked.

“Yes. God yes.”

“I’ll give it to you but first…”

Hale moved away from her and Leah whimpered in protest. He
sat down on the bed next to her. “Remember…forget that comfort zone. The
comfort zone yields nothing but the same old thing you’ve always had.”

Leah looked over at him. She looked away, contemplating,
then moved over in front of him and pushed his knees apart. His cock was
swollen and huge. She wanted it. She wanted it but she didn’t know what to do
with it. Leah thought of her boring, vanilla life. She thought of the comfort
zone.

“Fuck the comfort zone,” she said and lowered her head over
his shaft.

It seemed strange in her mouth at first, far too large to be
there. She sucked as best she could but felt inadequate. With her heart beating
in her throat, she opened up and took Hale into her mouth as far as she could
then closed her lips over him.

Hale ran his fingers encouragingly through Leah’s fiery-red
hair. She sucked softly as she pulled up, then back down. It got easier as she
shed her inhibitions. Soon she couldn’t take in enough of his cock to make her
happy. Leah heard him moan and she moaned as well. Something she’d always
feared for any number of reasons—the unknown, repelled by the unfamiliarity of
it all—was now filling her with pleasure in a way she couldn’t even understand.

Leah was wet beyond her wildest dreams within two minutes of
sucking Hale’s dick. The more she pleasured him the more ready she was to be
pleasured herself. She licked and sucked and moaned, enjoying every second of
the act that she was sure would get her expelled from her family if they ever
knew about it.

Suddenly Hale drew away from her and lifted her head with
his fingertips. Leah looked up at him, confused and worried she’d done
something wrong.

“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing,” Hale said. “How did fucking the comfort zone
feel?”

Leah laughed.

“It was totally worth it.”

Hale nodded, then slid off the bed. He pushed Leah up
against the bed and got behind her as he had been before. Without a moment’s
warning, he shoved himself into her throbbing pussy.

Leah gasped at the sudden intrusion. Then as Hale thrust
again she moaned in pleasure.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes!”

“Then take it. Take it all.”

Hale pushed harder. Leah spread her legs and pushed back
against him, desperate to be filled. He reached around and touched her soft
lips in the front. She whimpered and moaned as he felt his way through the
folds and pushed his finger against her clit.

“Oh my God!” Leah yelled. She thought she heard Hale laugh
but all sound was drowned out by the intensity of the feeling.

Hale bent his head over her shoulder. “Do you like the way I
fuck you?”

Leah couldn’t even respond. There was a nuclear bomb inside
her waiting to go off. She moaned and whimpered as he rubbed her just the right
way, then the explosion took her by force and she cried out.

“Hale!” she screamed, followed by some unintelligible garble
brought forth by pure ecstasy.

The shaking of Leah’s body continued long past the end of
the orgasm. When she remembered to breathe again she felt wet…too wet.

“Oh shit,” she said. “Did I miss it again?”

“You missed nothing,” came the reply. “Welcome to forgetting
the comfort zone.”

* * * * *

Leah arrived for her speech class the next morning still
glowing. After Hale disappeared again she spent the entire evening replaying
the epic orgasm she’d had. It was so unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

While her previous encounters had all been plain-old
missionary position—where he came and she was left with cleanup duty—with Hale
everything was different. It was all about Leah. Even when she was eating him
up, somehow it was still all about her. Even knowing that, she felt bad about
not feeling bad that it was all focused on her and her pleasure. And her
fucking the comfort zone.

Leah giggled to herself. A few people turned and stared but
she didn’t care. Let them think she was crazy. She knew none of them had
experienced a night like she had.

The class went as usual. There were no rude comments this
time. Leah smiled to herself.
Let them say whatever they want
, she
thought.
I am good at many things and the list keeps growing.

When Mrs. Larson announced “time for thinking on your feet”,
the class groaned as usual but Leah raised her hand. The instructor paused,
staring at her for a moment before saying, “Yes, Leah?”

“I’d like to try again if you don’t mind.” Her conscious
mind screamed,
what the fuck?

“Well, knowing you’re going to speak beforehand isn’t really
the purpose of this exercise but…what are rules for if not to be broken from
time to time?”

You have no idea
, Leah thought.

“I’d like to hear about a time when you overcame an
obstacle,” Mrs. Larson said. “Brad?”

Leah deflated in her seat. What was that shit about breaking
the rules? The other student stood and talked about a sporting event where he
fought through a sore muscle to win the game. Leah wondered about the
truthfulness of his story but all the while was thinking about exactly what
obstacles she’d overcome in recent days.

When the boy finally shut up, Mrs. Larson said, “Now tell
me, what is something that you’re good at of which you are particularly proud?
Leah?”

Leah couldn’t even stand for a moment. Was Hale in cahoots
with her public speaking teacher? The teacher said her name again and Leah
stood automatically.

“Thank you, Mrs. Larson,” she said. “There are a number of
things that I am good at and it’s funny you ask that question because someone
else recently asked me the same thing. At first I couldn’t think of a single
thing so I asked someone else. Their answer told me something about myself that
I always knew was true but was afraid to really acknowledge or even view as a
talent. She told me that I provide great customer service. I’ve received the
monthly customer service award where I work seven times in the last two years.
There’s something about helping people and leaving them with a smile that seems
to come easily to me. I enjoy it so much, so maybe that’s why I’m good at it.”

Leah could hardly believe it was her, speaking without
hesitation and without even a single
er
or
um
. She didn’t sound
like an ass. In fact she sounded pretty damn good.

“I’d like to be serviced,” came the comment from across the
room. “You any good at that?”

Leah turned—not just her head but her whole body—and looked
at the kid.

“You have no idea,” she said with a smirk just before the
bell rang.

Who was that
? Leah asked herself as she launched
herself from her chair.
Who just gave a thinking-on-your-feet speech like a
pro, then returned a dumbass remark with a smartass remark?

Leah felt weightless as she returned home. She flew though
her homework like Einstein, read the first chapter in
Reaching Your Peak
,
then decided she had way too much energy to sit around and watch TV like she
usually did before work. So she donned some sweats and ran out of her
apartment.

Leah ran through the parking lot and across the street to
the park. She didn’t stop for nearly twenty minutes, barely feeling her feet
touch the trail as she sprinted, then jogged, then sprinted again. It had been
ten years since she ran track but that day it felt like it had been no more
than ten minutes.

The cold, unforgiving late-January wind didn’t even slow her
down. As she ran she thought about the book’s advice that to have happiness you
often need to create your own joy out of nothing at all.

Returning to her apartment flushed but still full of energy,
Leah laughed out loud at nothing. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt
so alive. And what had happened? So she got laid. Everyone did eventually. She
opened her mouth and didn’t say something stupid. What was the big deal?

Inside her bedroom as she shed her sweats, Leah looked up at
the box. It sat on her dresser, unassuming, taking up such a small amount of
space.

The box opens you
.

* * * * *

“You’re in an awfully good mood.” Kelly eyed Leah
suspiciously. Leah just smiled. Kelly’s face suddenly went expressionless then
turned to shock. She stared at Leah, her mouth open and eyes wide for a full
five seconds before fiercely whispering, “Oh my God! You got laid!”

“Jesus!” Leah whispered back, looking around frantically to
see if anyone had heard.

“You did!” Kelly announced, as though Leah’s embarrassment were
proof enough. “Who was it? Anyone I know?”

Leah felt her face heat to a level that she only thought
existed in the center of the Earth. She covered her face with her hand.

“Tell me,” Kelly demanded. “And I want to hear all about
it.”

“You know I’m not like that.” Leah lowered her hand and looked
away.

“Not like what? Human?”

“No. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“That’s for gentlemen and unless you’ve been hiding a
package under your FoodSmart smock for the past two years I don’t think you
fall into that category. Now spill.”

“Well I don’t—”

“Don’t play with me.”

“It’s just that…I guess I don’t really know him, I mean—”

“Ho-leee shit,” Kelly breathed. “Did you have a one-night
stand?”

“Can you have more than one of those with the same person?”

“You’ve had sex twice with a strange man?”

The look on Kelly’s face made Leah think her friend was
going to lose control of her bodily functions. It was almost enough to make her
start laughing or crying, she wasn’t sure which.
Am I really that boring
?
Leah thought.

“Is that okay?” Leah asked.

“Okay? Okay? How is it that you’ve been doing this and I
knew nothing?”

“Well it just happened…”

“Just happened when?”

“The last two nights.”

Kelly threw her arms up and spun in a circle.

“Thank God!” she yelled too loudly. A few of the other
employees glanced over at them. “Honestly Leah, I thought you were never going
to lose your virginity.”

“Kelly, please. I’m not that boring. Am I?”

“So you’re saying this wasn’t your first time?”

Leah felt her cheeks burn. Kelly was serious.

“Wow,” Leah said. “I guess I need to show a little more
enthusiasm for life if you really thought I was a twenty-seven-year-old
virgin.”

“Have you ever used a vibrator?” Kelly asked, unfortunately
choosing a moment when a customer had approached the register. Leah looked away
uncomfortably. It just
had
to be a man hearing that question.

“I’d pick another register but you’re the only one open,”
the man said. “Sorry.”

Leah giggled and Kelly pretended nothing had happened.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” Kelly asked.

“All that and more.”

* * * * *

The FoodSmart had closed for the night and Leah was busy
helping with the final cleanup. She was anxious to get home and have another
“lesson” from Hale. Just thinking about it made her warm and wet. Not so much
him, even though he was amazing and perfect in every way—but the way she felt
after he touched her and talked to her, like she was more of her own person.
More whole. More Leah.

“Hey, Leah!”

Kelly interrupted Leah’s train of thought and she looked up
from her mop.

“Hey, Kelly!”

“Rusty’s invited some people over to his place after work. I
wasn’t going to go but if you want to go I’ll go. I guess he just got a big new
TV and wants to show it off. You know how guys are. Don’t you?”

Kelly smirked and Leah felt herself blush. She shook her
head.

“I don’t know…”

“You have plans with Mr. Mystery? You know you owe me a big-ass
story.”

“I know it,” Leah said. Kelly would never believe her.

“So you’re coming then, right? Good. I’ll tell them you’re
riding with me.”

Leah opened her mouth in protest but Kelly just grinned at
her, then turned and walked away. Rusty’s place. Leah would never have gone
over there…or maybe the old Leah wouldn’t and the new Leah would. Hale would
wait for her, right?