Just Be Yourself

Tyler Cruise's been counting the minutes till Kit Mercer shows up. When she finally walks through the door he tries to play it smooth, but his eyes give him away. He grabs her suitcase to show off a little and nearly faceplants—it weighs a ton. Kit just laughs, says he's sweet, and hoists it herself like it’s nothing. After that, he keeps looking for chances to impress her. First he tries hanging a painting and slams the hammer square on his thumb while she watches. Classic. Next he goes to rearrange the couch and can’t even budge it. Each fuck-up leaves him redder than the last. He ends up slouched on the edge of the bed, pissed at himself. Kit sits beside him, rubs his back, tells him to spill it. He mumbles that no girl’s ever gonna want him if he can’t swing a hammer or lift a damn box. She promises she’ll teach him the real moves—just be himself. Then she decides a hands-on demo is overdue. She pulls her tits out, guides his shaky palms right onto them, lets him squeeze till he’s breathing hard. When he’s still nervous, she spreads her legs, pushes his fingers between her slick folds, then coaxes his tongue onto her clit. Turns out Kit’s private lesson is exactly the crash course he was begging for.