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Chapter Three: First Lesson

After a while Alice finally had me roll off her. I had softened up a while ago so I simply rolled aside. She took a deep breath and turned to look at me. She kissed my nose and whispered something not quite audible. I murmured something back, but I'm not sure what it was anymore. We were both still naked beneath the half-folded covers, but that hardly mattered to me.

When she got up she took her time dressing, though she didn't make an ordeal out of it, there was no teasing involved. I wondered then about how many times she'd done this. About how many other men, well, young men had seen her do just this the same way. It was a little disheartening to think that what had happened was just a routine, but at the same time, I got some, and that was incredible.

She shivered a bit as she slipped on her shirt again. Despite our recent activity it was cold in my room, especially now that she had left the comfort and warmth of the blanket. She turned to me and said in the most natural voice in the world. "When you're all changed bring that blanket downstairs. I'll show you the laundry and get you a fresh one." She winked and made for the door, turning to make sure I covered up before winking and leaving me alone again.

It was both a relief and a lonely feeling that came over me then. On the one hand I could finally relax. I wasn't afraid anymore about doing the right thing or saying something wrong. I took a deep breath and felt the butterflies in my belly evaporate. Despite the level of calm she had given me while she was here, it was still my first time, and I didn't think it would be anything but my first time for a while. At least emotionally. On the other hand I wanted her to never leave. I wanted her to stay with me in this room forever. I wanted what I felt with her to never go away. I can't call it love because I don't know her that well; I don't have that capacity yet. I didn't want to call it infatuation, but every reasonable faculty in my mind told me that that's exactly what it was.

I slipped out of the bed and dressed again, using a few tissues in certain places first just for some spot checks. I smelled like something more than just me. As I took a whiff I could smell her scent lingering on my clothes and in my fur. I needed a shower, especially if I was going to face anyone else today.

I found Alice going about some daily routine when I got downstairs with the blanket and she helped me to the laundry room. I had never used a machine like hers before. In any apartment it's just a top loader that you put money in and turn on. They have two settings: on and off. This one was like trying to start a jet engine. I had to select cycle, duration, heat and soap, turn a dial, then press a button. And somehow that would clean whatever I put inside.

"There now, see? And when it's finished I'll pop it in the drier. Until tomorrow, you can use one of the spares up here." Alice reached to one of the shelves above the machines and hoisted down another identical blanket. She kept several that I saw, a spare for every bedroom I think. I blushed when I thought of why. She caught me with my reddened face, which must have been difficult through all my red fur, and turned my head so I could look her in the eyes. "Don't think like that, Simon. What happened was wonderful, an expression of trust and caring. While you're here, one of the lessons we will teach you is that sexual expression is the most natural thing in the world. Hiding it, denying it only fuels resentment and fear. Did you fear me while we were in bed together?"

I paused for a moment. She had let go of my face but I held my gaze level with hers. I finally shook my head.

She smiled, "Because it wasn't about intimidation. I gave myself to you freely. And you gave back." She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. I still can't get over how good that feels. "Here in House of Delta, we will be more than land lords to you. But nothing we do will ever be forced. If you're not comfortable with something, we will build you up slowly." She paused. "I think it's time that I explained the program here to you and Lily fully. Go upstairs and put that away. Bring Lily down to the kitchen and I'll tell you all about it over a cup of tea."

I did as she asked and a moment later I was at Lily's door. There was no sound coming from inside but the door was closed. I knocked twice. There was no answer for a while so I called instead. "Lily, Alice wants to see us in the kitchen."

"Why? She gonna teach you about whipped cream next?"

That was harsh, I thought. I wasn't sure why it made me so mad, but it did, and I replied sharply. "Look I'm just the messenger. Come down or don't; she knows where you sleep anyway."

I left then, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard her door opening so I must have said something that struck a chord.

Alice was in the kitchen and a kettle was beginning to sing. She poured the water into a tall teapot and collected a handful of tealeaves in a small wire frame basket and dipped them inside. No teabags here. We were getting the real thing.

"Is Lily all right? I heard a shout?"

"I'm fine," she replied, behind me. I stepped forward and aside quickly to get out of her way. She breezed by me with a coldness that made me shiver.

"Oh good. Here, take a seat you two. The tea will be a moment longer. Gregory likes his tea strong and I've become accustomed to making it that way. I've completely lost the touch to making lighter teas." She giggled, steeped the tea again, then poured three cups and placed some sugar and cream on the table for us.

"I was just about to explain the details of the program here to Simon, but you should know as well. I know it must sound strange, but what we do here is not for our own benefit. The benefit for us is simply a side effect of our program." I listened enraptured. Lily sat with her eyes cast down and her hands in her lap, contemplative, with a dignified kind of passivity that made her seem small and insignificant.

"Gregory and I, several years ago, developed a program that used sex and sexual activity to promote healthy emotional and psychological development. It was an experiment for us at first, and was kept strictly secret among a group of our closest friends. We aim to build confidence in the people that stay here, teaching them discipline, self-control, and above all respect. It has truly worked miracles, though I'm sure it's difficult to see right now." She paused and took a sip of tea. She liked two sugars I noted, and no cream. Sweet and strong. "This is where our program comes in. While you're living here, yes, sex is part of the curriculum. If you've read our agreement fully you know this already." I nodded despite myself. "What we do is gradually work to improve your confidence and knowledge to take on more than just vanilla sex. We work you towards experimentation with things you may not at this moment be comfortable with." She turned to me and said quite plainly, "For you Simon, the first big hurdle will probably be homosexuality." I blushed so crimson I probably lit up the room, but stayed silent out of sheer embarrassment. "For you Lily, it may be the same, but it could be something different as well." I was hoping I'd find something out about her. She knew something private about me now after all.

Lily had gone very quiet, and when she spoke to interrupt I could barely hear her. "Can we opt out of certain things?"

"Under certain circumstances yes, you can. Allergies are a factor, obviously, but simply opting out because you're uncomfortable would undermine the entire program, so to answer you more directly, no, you will eventually be asked to participate beyond your normal boundaries." She quickly added when Lily looked about to cry, "We are not without compassion though. Your feelings do matter to us. They matter deeply. Which is why, when we find something you're not ready for we very gradually work you towards the confidence to try it, perhaps even to love it. Apart from all the things I mentioned before, the program will broaden your sexual knowledge immensely. For now though, you need only be concerned with the next few steps." She paused again, sipped her tea. I did the same and felt neurotic for doing so.

"It will always start vanilla. The most natural form of sex is simply sex. After that we will move onto the lessons about pleasuring your partners orally, then anally. Once we're through that stage, we will begin making you comfortable with homosexuality. That means, Simon, you'll be approached by Gregory. Lily, you'll be approached by me." She took a deep breath and waited for us to respond. Neither of us did. I don't think we were ready to give her a reply to that just yet. I don't think it actually made sense.

"Our golden rule here is that nothing will ever be non-consensual. But a caveat to that is that we will gradually introduce these things to you in tiny steps so that, when you're ready, you can make the step yourself and experiment with them confidently and consensually. Does that make sense?"

It was a lot to filter through, but I understood the gist of it. I nodded meekly, and so did Lily, who hadn't looked up beyond the height of the table since she sat down. Alice smiled warmly and sighed as though she had shed a weight from her shoulders with her speech. She really only gave the weights to us I thought, though I didn't say so.

"Simon, could I speak to Lily alone for a while?"

I snapped back to reality in a flash, almost jumping out my seat. I hadn't realized I was so deep in thought until I saw her looking at me plaintively. I nodded and spared a glance at Lily, who looked about to weep. I knew when it was time to leave a scene, and so I collected myself and went to the main gallery instead.

As I rounded the corner I heard the soft hiccups of a sob from the kitchen and the anger I felt at Lily earlier evaporated. I may have had my first good experience here, but Lily wouldn't for a while I suspected. I chocked it up to me being a guy and having part of my brain somewhere other than my head most of the time. It was scientific fact. My textbooks said so, or something. But she was a girl. For a moment I thought I could put myself in her shoes. Feel the pressures of exposing yourself sexually as a woman to a man you don't know in an unfamiliar situation, in an unfamiliar place, and he's got all the control.

If I thought about it for a while it made perfect sense why she had been snappy at me. I was a male. I didn't get it. I didn't think I'd ever get it.

Then Gregory came back with his arms full of groceries. He spotted me in the gallery and smiled disarmingly. "Simon, good. Could you help me with these? There's more in the car outside." I nodded and slipped on my shoes. He deposited the bags on the floor of the hall and went back out with me.

"We'll bring them to the kitchen when we're finished unloading them. I'll show you where we keep everything so you can help yourself later."

"It's probably not a good idea to go to the kitchen right now. Lily and Alice are there now. I think Lily's crying." I felt and sounded like a kid ratting out their younger sibling for taking an extra cookie. I grabbed extra bags of groceries so the weight could bear me down in penance.

"She explained the program to you in full, didn't she? She was never the best at it. I'm sorry if she scared you. I imagine she didn't lie, so there's nothing to add, but it is still very early to tell you everything all at once. It's an overwhelming feeling that we place on you in the beginning." He got close to me as we shut the doors to his car. The last of the bags were clenched in his fingers. He paused for a moment and took a whiff of the air around me. I suddenly blushed, my eyes going wide as I realized that I still smelled like Alice.

"She's going too fast." He mentioned before stepping back into the house. "That's fine; you can leave the bags there. I'll get them to the kitchen later. You might want to clean yourself up a bit before dinner." The grey wolf made absolutely nothing out of the fact that I had slept with his wife. If I were realistic they had probably shared others beds many times before, why would I be something special? Still, I'm glad he didn't ask me to defend myself.

Though as I stripped naked in the upstairs shower I did ask myself why he said "She's going too fast."

It wasn't something I was prepared to handle right then, so instead I focused on lathering up so thick that I couldn't even tell I had fur anymore.

Dinner came and went uneventfully. I had spent the rest of the evening wandering the house. I meant to peek into the attic, but the door was pad-locked, so that wasn't going to happen. Alice had transferred Lily back to her bedroom and shut the door. I could imagine what was going on in there, but that seemed inappropriate given the state I had last seen Lily in.

Instead I occupied myself with the basement, which took up most of my time. It was truly gargantuan. There were only a few walls, but they only partitioned the single massive room into segments of approximately equal size. There were no windows down here, not even a half-one for fire escapes, but there was a single door near the rear of the house that I imagined led to a stair case into the back yard. The partitions were mostly empty except for a few bits of equipment. There was one area that was richly carpeted and another with hardwood put down, but most of it was concrete floors. There was an exercise room at one end with a big screen TV suspended on the wall. They were covered in dust though, so it was obvious that they were used infrequently.

Another storage area held instrument cases, though all but a saxophone case was empty. There was one stacked high with boxes in varying stages of emptiness. Likely they were in the process of being unpacked when they just ran out of room to put things upstairs. I couldn't imagine that happening myself with such a huge house, but to each their own decorating style.

I began searching through a box labelled knick knacks because it reminded me of Alice when the box on top tumbled to the floor. It collapsed open with a thump. I winced, and then looked at the things that had fallen out. They were picture books. They were all titled with those store-bought curly golden letters reading Fond Memories, Perfect Moments, and that sort of thing.

"Albums," I whispered to myself. That was way more interesting than whatever was in the box I was looking at. I sat myself down beside the pile of boxes and flipped the first album to the first page.

The cover was pink, so that might have given it away, but they were all of a young girl and two older children. Sometimes there was an older man and a woman as well, but the focus was all baby pictures of the youngest child. She had the same eyes as Alice, and given that the woman in the picture was a striking, but not perfect, resemblance, I could only figure that the girl I was looking at was Alice as a toddler.

I smiled warmly as I turned the page. The caption read First Christmas and there was young Alice with some plastic toy on her lap, her attention focused wholly on the thick mustache on her father. I could see the clueless look on the baby's face and chuckled. From my limited experience with children they always seemed least interested in what you wanted them to be looking at.

I turned the page again, this time the section was titled Age 2 and Alice was sitting on top of a small, plastic, four-wheeled cart with handle bars with the biggest open-mouthed smile I've ever seen.

The next page was full of Alice asleep in her mother's arms. I choked a bit, having no memory of a mother that could comprehend she had children, let alone one that showed them tenderness like this.

I slid the book away with a measure of disgust, jealous and not a little ashamed of that jealousy. Why shouldn't other people have a warm loving childhood? I wouldn't have wished mine on anyone else. I glanced at the pictures again. I couldn't remember much from when I was a kid, but I certainly don't remember any hugs. No falling asleep in my mother's arms or holding her hand to cross the street. The most tender thing I remember my mom doing was cooking my sister and I spaghetti and meatballs one time for my birthday.

I had since never touched spaghetti and meatballs.

I heard someone coming down the steps, but it didn't register with me that I should put the albums away until Alice was standing over me.

She didn't say anything, but sat beside me and took the book from my lap, moving it to her own instead. She smiled and stroked the edge of the picture with two dainty fingers.

"I don't remember much from when I was a kid, do you?"

I shook my head, no.

"I grew up in my parent's house until I was about your age. My brother and sister were both older than me, so they left first. I was the last one. But my mother was always there for me. My high school graduation. My first car accident. You should have seen her face then."

"What about your dad?"

"My father was in the military. When I was a teenager he left to go overseas somewhere, but he didn't come back. I don't remember much about him. But that caterpillar of a moustache." She laughed, but I could hear the watery essence of a tear forming in her eye. I couldn't tell if it was a good tear or a bad tear though. She looked up without a sniffle and her eyes were dry. With a glance she smiled at me and I smiled back, though she must have seen the fraud of the gesture because she placed her hand on mine rather than get up and leave.

"I've already been scolded by Gregory for going too fast with you, and I feel I should apologize."

I shook my head. "You don't have to apologize for anything. It was consensual." I found it strange that I was already reciting her lines back to her. She only half smiled.

"Consensual doesn't mean ready for, Simon. It was my mistake for getting ahead of myself. You are still new here, still getting used to the remote idea of our household. It was more than I should have asked of you."

I thought about that for a moment. It seemed like a valid assessment. Had I not recalled the event so clearly or with a growing hard on I would have nodded and let it go at that. But it was in my head now, and the only way my brain could process how to accept her apology was to lean in and kiss her.

I was so close to her that I could hear her heartbeat. She could likely hear mine racing a mile a minute as well. I breathed on her cheek, pressed my nose against her fur and inhaled. Canines have an incredible sense of smell, and what I smelled was heavenly.

Alice was all woman and I wanted her.

"Simon, we shouldn't, not yet."

"Please?" I asked, "I'm ready." I placed a hand on her belly, gently rubbed in slow circles at her navel. Gradually her shirt lifted from her hips and I slid beneath the rim, combing my fingers through her soft fur. My other hand kept me balanced as I leaned in closer. My nose touched hers, though she wasn't yet facing me. Her mouth opened in a gentle gasp as my hand cupped her gorgeous breast. Her bra was stiff and full with her flesh, but I could feel the weight below the fabric. She melted against my hand and when I opened my mouth she turned her lips to mine and pressed them together.

We kissed heatedly. Despite my initiative she pushed me onto my back, lying atop me with her legs spread across my thighs. She helped my other hand under her shirt and let me fondle her. Gently she began grinding her hips against mine. I was so hard I felt trapped, almost pained by my jeans. I rolled my hips in turn with her and bent my legs at the knees to support her rump. When finally she leaned back from me and gasped for breath her eyes were full and happy. I knew we were on our way to being intimate again.

"There's a place over there. It'll be more comfortable," she said, and got up. She hopped to another partition, the one with the carpet, and from a low table opened a latch to let out a roll-up mattress. It was thin but soft and without any guidance I took my original position on my back.

She gestured with a finger for me to undress. I started with my shirt, tossing it to the side in a heap before undoing my pants. I tried to act cool, not so boyishly excited, but it was so hard with that beauty watching my every move. My heart hammered in my chest as I lay there exposed for her again, as naked as the day I was born.

Then she began to strip.

With slow seductive movements Alice lifted her shirt, arching one side, then the other, showing off more and more of her belly, her sides, her armpits. Before she finished she left her rolled up shirt on top of her nearly exposed breasts, giving them a grope herself before lifting the shirt over her head and moving instead for her pants. Loose fitting, they slipped down easily. She had only to hook her thumbs around the edges and take them to just below the curve of her hips before they simply fell to the floor. She was in nothing but her underwear then and I took my time staring in awe at the beautiful woman who had willingly taken me to bed.

She reached behind her back and undid the clip of her bra, letting it snap forward to reveal the nakedness of her incredible breasts. Her panties fell away in short order and she kicked them off one foot with just a flick of her ankle. I gasped as I got a perfect view of her moist nether lips. She reached between her legs and spread them open with two fingers, showing me where I had been before and where I was about to go again.

Kneeling beside me she leaned down on all fours to kiss me, her head tilted in such a way that our kiss was automatically deepened. I breathed hard and closed my eyes. I wouldn't have thought that having someone else's tongue inside my mouth would be as pleasant as this, but it was. I suckled on it as it pushed between my lips. I pursed my lips as it slid inside, letting her feel the act of penetration as I enjoyed being penetrated. She moaned and pulled her tongue back into her mouth, taking a breath and sidling over until she once again straddled my hips.

She rested herself down on top of my stiff erection and I could feel the heat and the moisture from her labia seeping around the base of my shaft. I had climaxed once already today, and I suspected that that was the only reason I hadn't exploded already.

"Good boy," she said in a purring tone. "I'll show you the woman on top this time." I couldn't have been more excited until she slowly scooted upwards a bit, angled her hips just right and reached down to take the head of my member between her fingers and aim it at her entrance.

I bit my lip as she slowly settled down on top of it, feeling my head push into the velvet interior, heat washing over my flesh in a wet embrace. I moaned out loud, but so did she. Gradually she came to rest on my hips again, having taken my entire length inside her.

"You're such a good fit," she said, arching her back a bit so that I could feel her inner walls clench and change around me. She lifted her breasts once again and groped them tightly as she began to rise. I felt the suction of her enveloping lips pull my foreskin upwards and then the gradual descent once again as she reached the peak and reversed the motion. It was painfully slow. Had I not trusted her to keep going until we were both satisfied I might have been tempted to thrust into her myself.

She stopped again as she came to the hilt and whimpered. I felt her walls grip around me tightly and a small gush of liquid drool around the base of my shaft. I wondered if she had climaxed already, but she struck me as the kind of woman who wouldn't let her body get the best of her until she could finish with her partner.

She rose and fell, rose and fell, and I could only gasp as I felt myself squeeze a drop of pre into her depths. I reached up then and replaced her hands on her breasts with mine, squeezing and massaging them gently. Slowly I began to pull her towards me, letting my massage guide her body down closer until she was within distance of my tongue. I lashed out quickly, taking her left nipple between my lips and suckling. She moaned and I felt her squeeze again around my shaft. I was doing something right after all.

I suckled again and focused for a while as I reached to her right nipple and pinched. The nub of flesh was soft but pert and hardened beneath my grasp quickly. Again she rose and fell, the sinking creating a soft wet squelch that carried to my ears like music. I thrust upwards to meet her on her way back down during the next press, then the next and the next after that. She was speeding up now, taking the hint and also pleasuring herself on top of me. I had switched nipples, taking her right one into my mouth, opening wide to bring more than just the areola between my lips. My teeth raked through the short fur on her breasts and I could taste her scent on my tongue. I probed and pressed, squeezed and fondled. I pinched and I turned and I flicked and I thrust.

All the while she was answering me with moans and gasps and noises I would never have considered beautiful until now. Finally I couldn't handle it anymore and my hands left her breasts to grip her hips. She bent down over me and I felt her tongue in my mouth again, answering her delight with a kiss of my own. I met her driving hips with counter thrusts, slamming myself as deep as I could go within her. I felt my balls dripping with the honey that she had let seep out soaking my groin as well. I hardly cared. I needed her to finish with me. I was so close, and from the noise she was making into my mouth she was too.

"I'm getting close Alice," I mentioned between an exasperated gasp. "Will you finish with me again?"

"Of course. Keep going. I'm getting there. Kiss me again Simon."

She drove down on me with all force now, her tail had risen high above her rump and her moans had turned to pleasured squeaks. Lust filled the air so thickly you could cut it with a knife. I for one wouldn't have bothered, since I was breathing it in instead. My balls tightened between my legs and I groaned, an unfamiliar tightness seizing my guts until I could thrust no more. She continued to ride me while this happened and then finally, as she felt me release inside her, bit her lip to stifle a loud meow. She slammed down and ground herself on me, working my shaft within her like a stirring spoon. My hypersensitive tip flared and burst again.

I moaned, adding more of my essence to her own and feeling her walls clamp down around me like a vice. She could no more speak than I could, and for a while she rested there on top of me just basking in the wonderful feeling that filled the both of us.

In a moment of tenderness I reached around her back and hugged her close, feeling her weight on my chest.

"Stay here like this for a while. I like the feeling."

She giggled at that and kissed my nose.

"I will. But promise me I'm not going too fast for you."

In response I kissed her forehead and said, "Promise."

She smiled at me warmly and dug her hands under my head to cradle it off the floor. She let her whole weight come down on me and for a long while afterwards we shared in another delicious kiss.