**Eddie’s Couch**

I didn’t know what to expect when I knocked on Eddie Munson’s trailer door. I was shaking, stupid nervous, my mind racing with every worst-case scenario. I was a virgin, never even been kissed, but I’d been dreaming about him—his wild hair, those dark eyes, the way his mouth curled when he teased. And today, after weeks of flirting at the lunch table, he’d slid a folded note into my hand with an address and *“Come over. I’ll teach you a few things.”*

Now here I was, standing in his living room while he sprawled on the couch, grinning at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to take apart.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Eddie said, patting the space beside him. “I don’t bite… unless you ask.”

I swallowed hard and sat, the old couch creaking under my weight. Eddie didn’t care I was a bigger girl—he’d made that clear. His eyes dragged over me like he wanted to memorize every curve.

“You ever touch yourself?” he asked, blunt as hell.

My face burned. “N-no. I didn’t… I didn’t know how.”

Eddie’s smile softened, almost sweet. “That’s what I’m here for.” He reached out, brushed a finger down my arm. “You wanna learn?”

I nodded, breath already hitching.

“Good girl.” He leaned in, voice dropping low. “First, put your hand where you wanna be touched. Just over your panties. Feel how hot you are for me?”

I shivered but obeyed, pressing my palm against my pussy through my jeans. Even that slight pressure made me gasp.

“That’s it,” Eddie murmured. “Now rub slow. Circles, like this.” He demonstrated on his own thigh, his fingers moving in lazy, teasing strokes. I copied him, whimpering when the friction made my clit ache.

“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie groaned. “So pretty when you’re all flustered. Now slide your hand in.”

I fumbled with my jeans, shaky fingers popping the button, dragging the zipper down just enough to slip my hand inside. My panties were soaked. Eddie’s eyes darkened as he watched me press against the wet fabric.

“Christ, you’re dripping,” he growled. “Pull ‘em aside. Let me see.”

I hooked a finger under the waistband, tugging until my bare pussy was exposed. My fingers trembled as I brushed my slit, the touch so electric I jerked.

“Easy,” Eddie soothed. “Just explore. Find what feels good.”

I dragged a fingertip up my folds, moaning at the slick heat. When I reached my clit, I froze—too much, too fast.

Eddie noticed. “Too sensitive?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“Then be gentle,” he said, leaning closer. “Light circles, like you’re teasing yourself. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

The thought alone made me whimper. I tried again, tracing tiny circles around my clit, my hips rocking into the touch.

“There you go,” Eddie praised, his voice rough. “Now slide a finger inside. Just one.”

I obeyed, gasping as I pushed a finger into my tight cunt. It was so much—the stretch, the wetness, the way my body clenched around my own touch.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Eddie growled. “Feel how tight you are? Imagine it’s my cock instead.”

I moaned, picturing it—his thick length filling me, stretching me open. My finger thrust faster, my other hand pinching my nipple through my shirt.

“You close?” Eddie asked, his own hand palming his dick through his jeans.

“Y-yes,” I panted.

“Then come for me, sweetheart.”

His command tipped me over. My back arched as pleasure ripped through me, my pussy pulsing around my fingers. I cried out, shaking, my thighs clamping together as the waves crashed over me.

When I finally came down, Eddie was biting his lip, his cock straining against his zipper. “Fuck, that was hot,” he rasped.

I blushed, pulling my sticky fingers free. “Thanks for… teaching me.”

Eddie laughed, dragging me into a rough kiss. “Oh, baby,” he murmured against my mouth. “We’re just getting started.”