Junior Year Box Set

Natasha and I agreed. She made a call. When there was a knock on the door, she got up and answered it. The girl there handed Natasha an envelope. When I saw the girl, I realized she had to be one of Candy’s sisters, Raven or Crystal.

“David, this is Raven. She’ll be your guest for the evening,” Natasha said and then handed me the envelope. “Can you make the call so we won’t lose the evening at the Ritz?”

I took the money and put it in the hotel safe, knowing that if they wanted to, they could get it out without too much trouble. I called the Ritz and talked to the manager. Of course, they had no idea what I was talking about, but I’d been on speakerphone and Natasha was satisfied. She simply nodded to me and left the room with the phone already to her ear.

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I had never been with a hooker before and wasn’t sure what the proper procedure was. Did I just strip and point at my dong, or was there more to it? I’d read somewhere that you didn’t kiss them or go down on them. I wasn’t sure if I might find an unwanted surprise or not. Now that the moment had come, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to do this.

“First time?” Raven asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Should we take a shower, or something, first?”

“That’s always a good plan. I’d also suggest condoms. Some women might be willing to go bareback, but that should be a red flag,” she said and then smiled at me. “Candy was right, you are good-looking. Come here and let me get you undressed.”

Raven helped me out of my clothes and then got undressed. She stepped back so I could admire her. Raven had straightened her long, black hair and it framed her cocoa-colored face and big brown eyes. I loved her full lips and, as I had with Candy, I imagined what it would be like to have them wrapped around Mr. Happy. She was tall at five-ten and had large, firm breasts with small nipples. I liked that Raven had pubic hair, though it wasn’t very thick. Her legs were athletic, and they went all the way up to her perfect heart-shaped butt.

She took my hand and led me to the bathroom where we spent time making sure we were both squeaky-clean. When Raven walked to the bedroom, she moved like a dancer. That had been one of the reasons we guessed Candy was a stripper. The other reason was she had a killer body, just like her sister.

I wasn’t quite sure what was supposed to happen. Well, that’s not true. I understood we would have sex. It was more I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to happen. Because of that, I hadn’t gotten fully hard yet. Raven patted the bed, and I lay down in the center. She got on the foot of the bed and spread my legs. I drank in her beauty, and her breasts swayed as she moved up to my waist. Raven surprised me when she kissed me. That calmed me, and I began to react to her.

Raven grasped my member, gave it a few tentative strokes, and then put me into her mouth. My breath caught when she suddenly took all of me to the root. I felt her swallow, and let out an involuntary moan. I was quickly getting over my aversion to hookers. If they could do it like this, I might be inclined to try another one. Raven pulled off me and began to lick and suck the twins as she grasped me towards the tip and gently stroked me.

Raven took me off guard when she opened her mouth wide and put me back in. I must have had an amazed expression on my face.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked.

“I don’t even want to know where you learned to do that, but kudos to whoever taught you,” I said.

At that point, I forgot all about Raven being a professional. She was now my teacher, and I was her willing student. She taught me a lot. Raven even showed me how to prepare a woman for anal sex. She took me around the world, and then we just had fun. She was used to doing it several times in a night, so my youthful exuberance wasn’t an issue.

Raven also taught me how to stimulate her G-spot while we had sex.

“Remember that a woman’s G-spot is normally two to three inches inside the vagina, on the front wall. In this position you can rub yourself against it,” she said, and then shuddered. “Yes, right there. Now, oh, Jesus!”

Once I found it, I began to imitate a horny bunny. My hips were a blur as I tried to get Raven off again. I had an ear-to-ear grin on my face when my neighbors started to pound on the wall. I looked at the clock, and it showed 3:35 am. We’d been going at it for almost three hours. I put my palm over her mouth to lower the volume. Raven rewarded me by biting my hand. I just suffered through it. Her legs lifted up, giving me an even better angle to rub her most sensitive spot.

She came hard and pushed herself up and off me.

“No more. I can’t take any more. I should never have taught you that,” Raven panted, and looked warily at Mr. Happy who was rock-hard and waving at her.

“What else can you teach me?” I asked.

“Nothing! Keep that away from me,” she moaned.

“But I haven’t gotten off yet.”

“You did! Like five times. You are not sticking that thing back in me anytime soon.”