The First Lesson
"Then do it with me," Winnie said, her eyes clouded with a complex mix of emotions. "If I kiss you before you do it with Monica, then when you kiss her, it’ll be like an indirect kiss with me. There isn't much difference between a man's lips and a woman's, after all..."
So, she wanted to count it as an indirect kiss with Monica through me? I couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief, wondering what on earth she thought of me. When I looked at her as if she were being absurd, Winnie spoke in a voice that trailed off into a whisper.
"...Do you hate it?"
"If that's your goal, aren't there plenty of other ways? Aside from lips, there are things like cups—usually, people find other ways to justify an indirect kiss."
"Who gets aroused by a cup? Unless it’s a cup stained with the lip marks of someone I have a crush on, I’m talking about wanting to share a connection with Monica while she’s in a state of sexual arousal."
I’d used cups with her since we were children, so it never felt like anything special. As I let those thoughts run through my mind, I stared at her pale, moving lips. Their natural, soft pink color held a girlish tenderness that felt entirely different from the mature allure I was used to. As I began to notice these little differences from Vera one by one, the reality of what I was doing finally hit me.
'I feel a bit sorry for Vera...'
I was already doing something I shouldn't to Monica, but at least with her, I felt somewhat justified. I had originally only loved Vera, and Monica had only entered the picture because of the contract. But what I was doing with Winnie right now was...
"Monica, I'm sorry..."
I heard Winnie whisper those words softly. As I hesitated, Winnie leaned in toward me first. She pulled her back away from the wall, and while still keeping her body covered, she tilted herself toward me. I couldn't avoid those lips that were slowly, gently approaching to ensure we didn't bump into each other. No, I didn't *want* to avoid them.
The guilt toward Vera that had been piling up in a corner of my heart was buried and hidden beneath the softness of those lips. Like it was her first time kissing, Winnie kept her mouth tightly shut, pressing her lips against mine as if she were stamping a seal.
"Mmph, mmmph!"
That inexperienced reaction made my cock stir. Even though Winnie hated men, it was clear she had never even kissed a woman like this before. I pulled her small shoulders in tight so she couldn't run away, even if she were startled. Winnie let out muffled sounds of surprise, but she soon relaxed and accepted my embrace.
"Haa..."
When we pulled apart, Winnie gasped for air as if she were starving for it. That fragile appearance, those slender shoulders—they were so different from Vera. And because they were so different, it was strangely, fascinatingly attractive.
"So, how was your first kiss?"
"I couldn't breathe, it was stifling, and I didn't know what was going on..."
Well, that was because I hadn't used my tongue yet. Everything she said was so amateurish that it was incredibly erotic.
"It wasn't as amazing as it was in the books. Still... even though it was with a man, it didn't feel that bad..."
Hearing that felt like I’d been struck in the head. What was I doing? I was teaching this woman about men. It was my role to help this poor woman, whose perspective had been twisted somewhere along the way to make her hate men and like women, understand proper men and a healthy sex life.
So... 'It's okay.'
It felt like a voice was whispering that somewhere deep inside my heart.
"Let's go again, with something that actually feels good."
I was graduating from bird kisses that only touched the lips. We weren't kids, and that was just too frustrating. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her lips. Winnie, having already abandoned her resistance, let her body go limp and entrusted herself to me. I hugged her slender frame tightly, but not enough to crush her. It was like cradling an egg. I could feel her soft, delicate body. She looked thin, but now that we were pressed together, the presence of her soft breasts felt brand new.
As I calmly licked around her mouth, I could taste Winnie. The fishy taste of rainwater soaked into her from the storm, the taste of the wine she’d been sipping earlier. And amidst those intense presences, there was a purely erotic flavor that only a female could possess. They say taste is similar to scent, so it felt as if she had an erotic smell, too.
I stopped teasing and went on the offensive, lightly sucking on her lower lip. I could feel Winnie’s panic, but she was bravely accepting it. No, at this point, it wasn't bravery—it was like kissing a soft, malleable doll.
"Don't just stay still. React however you want."
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do..."
"Just do whatever you feel like."
I sucked on her lower lip again, hard enough to make a wet sound. Unable to hide her shock at the raw sensation, Winnie tried to pull her lips away. Yes, that’s how it gets fun. When she tried to pull back, I didn't let her go; I sucked gently before moving my target to her upper lip. Her upper lip, which had been left defenseless, collapsed helplessly under the sudden attack. When she tried to guard the top, I moved to the bottom. As I alternated between licking and sucking, Winnie’s green eyes seemed to literally spin in circles. It was so fun to see her cute, inexperienced reactions continue.
"How was that?"
"Th-that wasn't a kiss."
"It wasn't a kiss, but it's a type of foreplay."
"..."
They say silence is consent. Winnie didn't answer my question about how it felt; she just turned her head away.
"So, how was it this time? Was it at least not bad again?"
"You, that tone of voice."
"Hm?"
Winnie suddenly pointed out my tone.
"Speak softly, like you did before. When a man speaks in a stiff, hard tone, it’s a little scary..."
"...Alright, I got it."
I wondered what she was talking about all of a sudden. It seemed to be one of the manifestations of the rejection or fear she held toward men. It wasn't a difficult request, and as her teacher, I decided to indulge this bit of student petulance. I’d felt what it was like to be the student while learning from Vera. This time, I was the teacher.
Before I could ask her again how it really felt, Winnie kissed me first. She wrapped her arms around my neck and initiated that same lip-smashing kiss again. Her eyelids were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes were trembling—I wondered what she was so afraid of. Since I’d already sucked on her lips plenty, this time I licked them with my tongue. I tasted her pale pink lips as if tracing the outline of her mouth. I’d already weakened the upper and lower ramparts, so it was time to attack the space between them.
Winnie’s lips, which had flinched at the unfamiliar attack, didn't easily open their gates even when my tongue tapped at the gaps. I didn't give up and kept tapping, and eventually, the lips that had been struck ten times by my tongue slowly parted. I didn't miss the opening; I shoved my tongue inside and forced her mouth wide open. My tongue, having successfully invaded Winnie’s mouth, busied itself moving from the roof of her mouth to under her tongue, coating the inside with my saliva. The saliva I tasted from her tongue had the bitter and sour notes of wine.
Winnie tried to stick her tongue into my mouth as if to say she couldn't just take it, but her tongue, stiff from lack of experience, was soon overwhelmed by my smooth movements and retreated back to its nest. As I pushed my tongue in to lick the inside of her mouth, I simultaneously rubbed my own "part" against her belly as if licking it. Between our fully pressed bodies, my member was pulsing against her stomach. Every time I moved my hips to rub against her, I could feel the smooth curves of her abdomen. Those curves were lewd, as if they were marked to show that there was a place for a baby inside. I felt an urge to somehow sow my seed and swell that belly.
While still tangling our tongues, I supported Winnie, who was clinging to me, and slowly laid her down on the bed. Winnie, who hadn't let go of my lips until her back hit the mattress, finally pulled away, seemingly out of breath. She was panting heavily, her eyes slightly unfocused.
"This is insane... wh-what is this..."
I could see Winnie was confused by the physical pleasure that transcended the mental discomfort of kissing a man. Well, I *am* pretty good at kissing.
"Kiss... do it more..."
"We need to do something more important than kissing."
I lifted my cock and brought it back down. Thump, thump—it hit Winnie’s belly, making a cute sound.
"From now on, this is going to go inside your pussy."
"Ugh..."
Her expression was reluctant. Still, if she were a woman, she had to be able to accept this. How should I persuade her?
"You have to do it anyway, so let's just get it over with... I think that'd be better than just watching it."
Did she just want it out of her sight? Winnie seemed to want me to store my cock inside her pussy. I aimed my member at her pussy, which had closed up tight again from the kissing, and pushed it in with force.