Chapter 7: Easier Felt Than Said

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It was a feeling she'd never known with her own husband. "Mario." Nancy breathed his name, half resisting, half inviting. When she stopped pushing him away, Mario reached for her clothes and started to peel them off. He grinned and said, "Nancy, you're gorgeous." "Smooth talker." Hearing this younger man murmur her name, Nancy couldn't help teasing him. She felt unlike herself. With Mario's weight on her, her thoughts scattered. She couldn't figure out why she was giving in so easily. While she was still tangled up inside, her clothes were already gone. Suddenly bared beneath her younger brother-in-law, Nancy reached for the thin summer blanket to cover herself. Mario wouldn't let her. He kicked the blanket aside with boyish mischief, shucked his pants in a hurry, and said, "I saw those pills in the living room. Ryder can't do it. Let me help you." He moved to push inside. The rush of words and motion had already stirred something in her. She meant to refuse, but before she could speak, Mario pressed down, and what filled her was a deep, shocking fullness. Her brows drew together at the new sensation. She bit her lower lip to stifle a small gasp. Something inside her felt like a lock giving way. There was no time to think. She moved on instinct, wrapped her arms around Mario, and called his name. After a long while, Nancy opened her eyes. The space beside her was empty. Mario was gone, and the only thing that still felt real was the thrum still echoing through her body. "I actually let that kid… in my dream?" Heat climbed her cheeks at the thought. Too much had happened in the past two days: Mario's hunger, her mother-in-law's pressing hopes for a grandchild, and her husband's half-hearted indifference. All that together had her dreaming something that wild. She got up in a hurry, grabbed fresh underwear, and rushed to the shower. She couldn't keep indulging these fantasies. She needed to rinse these thoughts clean. Water beat down on her smooth, fair skin. She turned, and the mirror showed a woman radiant-and dangerously tempting. "Ah." She let out a sigh at her own reflection, and in that sigh was a note of self-pity, a silent "what a shame." Meanwhile, after Mario got back to campus, he pushed open the dorm room door and found his roommate Freddie in the middle of it with his girlfriend. Freddie was bare from the waist down, his girl braced on the bed, and he was going at it hard. "Holy crap!" The sudden swing of the door made Freddie nearly lose it. When he saw it was Mario, he snatched up a towel to cover himself and snapped, annoyed, "Why are you back?" Mario's dorm housed four. On weekends he usually went to Ryder Walton's place, and the other two roommates camped at the cyber cafe playing PUBG. What Mario hadn't expected was this: the other two had gone off to the cyber cafe to play PUBG, and Freddie had stayed in the dorm to let his girlfriend "play PUBG" right here. It was the first time he'd walked in on something like this. He felt a twinge of embarrassment. Only after Freddie's girlfriend pulled a sheet over herself did Mario say, "Damn, are you turning the dorm into your own motel?" Freddie gave a sheepish laugh. "Mario, Mario… do me a favor and step out so my girl can get dressed first." "Come on." Mario sighed and headed to the library to kill time. When he came back that night, only Freddie was in. The other two still hadn't returned. Restless and bored, Mario asked, "Hey, Freddie? Wasn't your girlfriend super shy before? She used to blush if you just asked for a kiss. How come she's okay doing it in our dorm now?" "Shy?" Freddie snorted. "She's the one who starts things now. Women are people too. They've got desires. Once they get a taste of pleasure, they can want it even more than men." "Ah." It was like a lightbulb turning on for Mario. He blurted, "So how did you… how did you make her feel good?" It was a blunt question, but Freddie wasn't like other guys. He was a playboy who bragged about his conquests, so Mario dared to ask. "What, got your eye on some girl?" Freddie shot back. "No… just curious." Mario didn't dare admit he'd fallen for his cousin-in-law. He played dumb and said, "You're so good at this. Teach me a couple of moves." Freddie puffed up, then said, "With women, it comes down to two things: take it step by step, and seize the moment." "How do you take it step by step, and how do you seize the moment?" Mario asked at once. "Step by step means build some rapport first. Start with holding hands, a peck on the cheek. Once she stops pushing you away, do something a little romantic. If she's feeling it, you can go bolder and push further." Freddie chuckled, then added, "Women are emotional creatures. Get her comfortable and you've got your opening. If she's not really pushing you away, keep going." "Huh? What if she doesn't get turned on?" "Find a way to get her into it. Didn't I just say women have desires same as men? Especially women who've already done it-they're easier to coax into bed because they've tasted pleasure." Freddie curled his lip. "You've got to feel it to get it. Hard to explain-you just learn by doing. I've been at it all day. I'm turning in." He rolled over and fell silent. But because of Freddie's words, Mario couldn't sleep. He thought of Nancy. He kept turning over that line in his head. "Women who've already done it are easier to coax into bed because they've tasted pleasure…"

Chapter 7: Easier Felt Than Said

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