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Some Kind of Wonderful


Chapter Seven:

Learn by Doing


"What exactly does that expression mean, 'friends with benefits'? Does he provide her with health insurance?"
― Chuck Lorre


Raccoon City - 1998


Kat and Claire were staring at her like she might have mutated into a monster. They kept blinking with their Slurpies halfway to their mouths. Finally, voice breaking, Claire wondered, "...with the Cornhole King?"

Kat, in awe, wondered how it was that little B Chambers had beat them to the punch and lost her virginity first. Of course, they couldn't very well tell her that. So the options were limited on what they could ask.

Rebecca shifted in her chair, still sore from the night before, and told them. "He didn't try to cornhole you."

Claire arched her brows, "I was there, B. I think I'd know."

Rebecca staunchly defended him, "...no. You-he...he's...very well endowed."

Kat choked on her Slurpie. Claire remarked in awe, "...how big?"

Piping in Kat added, "Yeah. How big are we talkin? Two hotdogs side by side? Or on top of each other?"

Rebecca, face pink, pick up her Slurpie. It was a twenty-ounce cup. Kat shrugged, "So? That's normal." She was guessing, but that felt right.

Rebecca shook her head. She took Claire's Slurpie..and set it on top of hers.

They both looked like she'd shown them a photo of his penis. They were frozen with their eyes wide. Rebecca shifted in her seat and nodded, whispering, "...yes. It-" She glanced around like she was sharing secrets with foreign intelligence and might end up in jail for doing it, "...hurt so bad."

Kat cleared her throat before she could talk, "...uh...hah...ok. Well..."

Claire shook her head and whispered, "I slapped him. I slapped him. I slapped the nice guy with the huge dick."

Kat patted her back in sympathy. She leaned over the table and told Rebecca, "This is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take him off your hands for you. That's what friends are for. He can't go around trying to cornhole my friends and ripping them apart. It's not right. Someone must stop him. I will protect you both."

Claire snorted and rolled her eyes. Rebecca adamantly shook her head, "No. No. He's...I'm...it's just..."

They both stared at her again and Claire finally reached over to take her hand. "B...do you love him?"

Rebecca felt tears spring in her eyes. She shrugged. She laughed sadly. "-from the second I saw him, I think. That's stupid, right? Love, at first sight, is a movie cliche."

Kat considered her with a tap of her nail to her lips and returned, "Maybe, but it's a simple enough thing, honey. Do you like him? Do you find him funny and fun and interesting and charming and wonderful?"

Rebecca nodded, sniffling a little, "All the time."

Claire patted her knee. "Yep. It's love."

Rebecca sighed. She wanted to tuck a hand between her legs and protect herself from the memory as she confided, "...I don't want to do it again."

With sympathy, Claire took her hand and gave her a soft expression, "B...it's always hurts that first time. You said he told you that too, right? It's-like...you know it's like being ushered into womanhood. It's hard. It hurts...but it's worth it."

Taking up the charge, Kat concluded, "Change hurts, B, but it's not always bad."

"Right." Claire sighed, wishing she'd found someone she wanted to feel that pain with. Sadly for her, pain was never at the end of pleasure in her life. With a little sadness, she told Rebecca, "Don't be afraid to be happy, B. You deserve it."

Kat nodded and looped an arm over her shoulders, "Exactly. Besides...the hard part is over. It only gets better from here on out."

They were all really hoping that was true.

With a little trepidation, Rebecca told them, "...the condom...it kinda ripped. That's really bad, right? It's bad."

Their faces said bad. Claire gripped her fingers, "Oh, Bec...big time rip?"

Rebecca nodded, face pale. "Big time."

Kat sighed, "...again. Bad, but not doomed. You on the pill?"

Her lack of answer made them both stare at her. With surprise and pure shock, Claire gasped, "Rebecca!"

"I know! I know I know. I was planning to! I swear to god!"

Kat took a deep calming breath, "Ok. Shit and double shit on a cracker made of conception...ok. So we just-we fix it. We can fix it. We need that pill, right? The one that makes sure you don't get pregnant?"

Claire nodded rapidly. "Exactly. Yep."

Rebecca shifted in her seat. She looked nervous. Finally, after a moment, she queried, "That's what we'll get then...does anyone know where?"

Sighing, Claire told her, "...I do actually, but you're not gonna like the person we have to ask."


Standing in the condom aisle, Leon was chewing his lower lip. He was here again, he thought, trying to choose the right one. Beside him, Kevin was looking pensive.

"Dude...you're telling me you ripped the damn thing?"

Leon shrugged, flushing a little. "Twice. I don't get it. What's the fucking point if they just rip like that?"

Patting his back, Kevin told him, "It means you have a huge dick, my friend. And that you're wearing the wrong size."

Surprised, Leon shot his brows up into his hair. "Really?"

"Yep. Really. Here." Kevin picked up the Magnum kind and handed them over, "Go home. Turn on some porn. Tuck one of these fuckers on and just beat that meat like you're pounding out a piece of veal. You'll figure it out."

Leon sighed. He hold the box of Magnum condoms with some trepidation before he confessed, "...it felt really good when it ripped."

Kevin patted his back again with a heavy sigh and a nod, "It does, young Jedi. It does. But you want a brood of brats around your ankles? What are you? Barely twenty one?"

Leon heaved out a breath, "I know, but what if I can't figure these things out?" With some concern, he glanced around before he added, "And I really hurt her. She cried. She was bleeding. I don't think she liked it at all. Maybe I shouldn't try it again."

Kevin nodded sagely as they headed out of the Walgreens and started walking back to the station. "I have a better idea. She's not your girlfriend, right?"

Leon looked vaguely confused, "..no? No. I don't think so. We just agreed to- you know- do it."

"Got it. Smart man. Never tie yourself to one girl. You have...a gift that should be given to all the ladies you can. Share your wealth, and thank me later. I'm going to help you out."

This time, Leon stopped on the sidewalk and laughed, "No. No. You kidding? Last time, your help got me bombarded with weirdos and perverts trying to sleep with me. No thanks, bro. I'm good."

Kevin rolled his eyes, "One - that's what happens when you have a huge ankle spanker hanging between your legs. Two - you should have said yes to some of those girls. A virgin with a virgin? The two of you were just asking for horror. You need a girl who knows how to handle that swinging sledgehammer, my friend. A girl that can...show you how to rip a girl in half in a way that makes her beg for more. Then you go back to Rebecca and show her you know how to please her."

Leon looked vaguely concerned as they started walking again, "...I don't know. That's like cheating."

Kevin gave him a roll of his eyes and remarked, "It's like learning dude. She's ain't your girl. She's just your friend. I'm not saying marry a woman...just...learn at the knees of one."

Leon narrowed his eyes, "...in what way?"

Kevin steered him to the side of the street. He gestured at the window of a cafe. Inside, a pretty blonde girl was laughing and serving scones. She paused, threw back her head, and touched the base of her throat as she did it.

"That's Rhiannon. She's...friendly. She likes making friends. She's the type of girl who likes...teaching." Kevin patted his back, "You need to learn about clit, my friend. The clit and the woman attached to it. Sure...you could just..." Kevin gestured and made a motorboat sound as he put his face over his fingers made into a "V". It looked like he was trying to win a pie eating contest by stuffing as much in his mouth, as messily as possible, as fast as he could, "...but there's more to it than that. Talk to Rhiannon. She's your Yoda. Go be her Skywalker."

When the pretty blonde saw them beyond the glass, she winked at Kevin and waved. He pointed at Leon and she flushed pretty pink and gestured with her head at him to come in. Nervous, he glanced at Kevin and asked, "You sure? This feels really-it's weird, right? This is weird."

Kevin patted his back again, "Weird? No. Weird is a virgin trying to learn how to fuck a girl from another virgin. Use the force, young Skywalker. And trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

Shrugging, Leon took his advice and wandered into the cafe. Kevin was his friend, right? He wouldn't lead him astray. He was just trying to help.

He was bound and determined to be the best at everything after all.


Jill was surprisingly laid back after she found out the person asking for help wasn't Claire. After an ear pinning lecture before she could explain, Claire finally informed her that she wasn't the one "in a pickle". Muttering, angrily, Claire finished, "...not that it's any of your business anyway...shit."

Jill gave her a narrow look and Claire flushed and turned away, "It's Rebecca! She...had some sex."

Meekly, Rebecca whispered, "The condom ripped."

With sympathy, Jill looped an arm over her shoulders and guided her into the apartment. "When's your period?"

Rebecca told her when she expected it and Jill patted her gently, "You're ok. The timing is wrong, but just in case we'll go get you checked out and get you started on birth control...the rookie?"

Rebecca nodded. She smiled weakly and confessed, "...I was a huge letdown. I cried and I couldn't...I was really bad at it. I don't think he'll ask me again. I'm bad in bed."

She burst into tears and Jill kissed her forehead and told her, "Hey... hey hey hey...boys? Boys are easy, B. He ripped the condom?"

Sniffling, Rebecca nodded. "When-when he was...when we were-ya know."

Jill's eyes flared. She cleared her throat to keep from laughing. "Gotcha. He fucked you so hard he ripped the condom."

Rebecca's eyes filled with tears as she squeaked, "-b-because he said I was so tight. I was too tight! I didn't meant to be! How do I stop that?"

Kat and Claire were staring at Jill across the small apartment like she was the Wizard of Raccoon or something and she might have all the parts they needed to be complete. Trying not to be so amused, Jill instructed, "First...stop crying. It's ok. Sit up and look at me."

When she did, Jill swiped at her tears and told her, "Being tight? That's a good thing."

Rebecca blinked and tears spilled down her cheeks, "Really?"

Jill nodded, grinning, "It's a really good thing. He ripped the condom, Rebecca, because he was having such a good time that he just let loose. He was probably wearing the wrong size condom based on what I've heard...was he...endowed?"

Rebecca sniffled and her cheeks pinked, "It was really big. I..it-it hurt alot."

Taking pity on her, Jill rubbed her back in a circle, "It does that. When you feel a big one...it always has a moment where it's-full. Where you feel really full. If you're not ready, it can hurt a lot."

Eyes wide, Rebecca whispered, "Every time?" In horror.

And Kat echoed it on the other couch, "Yeah, every time?"

Nodding, Jill finally addressed all three of them. "Yes. Every time. But when you're ready? When you're excited and the timing is right?" She sighed and pressed a hand to her bosom, "...it's goooood."

Rebecca sat up a little straighter, "...I want it to be good. I really do. What can I do? He...I want to please him. I want him to enjoy me. Before we -before he-it was good. It was all so good. I want the rest to be good."

Shifting on the couch, Jill knew it was risky. If she gave Rebecca instruction, she'd be inadvertently teaching Claire too. If Chris found out she'd helped them get better at sex...he'd flip his shit and go on a rampage. The rookie might be the unexpected target.

But Rebecca looked so hopeful. She looked so eager. How could she say no?

So instead, Jll told her, "...ok. Let's go to the clinic...on the way back...we're gonna stop at the Chastity Belt."

All their faces lit with twin mirrors of terror and elation. The Chastity Belt was a sex shop. It sold all the novelties one might use for the pleasure of themselves and their partners in the bedroom.

They'd never, ever set foot in such a place. Claire wanted to, Kat often said she did, but neither had really ever been there. Rebecca looked ill at the thought. Trying not to find them impossibly cute, Jill told the trio, "Easy, kids. It's not gonna hurt, I promise you."

But their faces said each of them had never been more eager to be scared.

Like the high that comes with chasing a rush just becore a roller coaster plummets perilously down a rickety slope, they were all poised at the top of a great adventure. The first one to lift their hands and let go, turned out to be the meakest of them all.

Rebecca whispered, "...I'm in." She gave Jill's a shaky thumbs up.

Not to be out done, her cohorts in crime followed suit. Claire vowed, "I will buy the biggest dildo in that shop!"

And Kat piped in, "And I will buy some nipple clamps!"

Where she was sitting, Rebecca murmured, "...I would just like to buy some courage."

Kissing her forehead, Jill told her, "Honey, you've got more than you think."


Leon let Rebecca in at half past six that evening. They were both, seemingly, equipped with all the knowledge in the world now.

Rhiannon had invited both him and Kevin up to her place that afternoon. While Kevin sipped a beer and watched like a weird master overseeing the instruction of his pupil, Leon had raptly listened as she took off her panties, hiked her perfect ass up on the kitchen counter, and spread her legs like obscenely.

Almost clinically, she'd pointed out the parts of her body and showed him what she liked. While Kevin smoked and nodded, watching her as if he were taking in a lecture at Hardvard from the greatest minds in the world, Leon felt like an eager ingenue at the knee of a maestro. It was almost scientific, until she invited him to touch her to help him learn.

Nervous, he'd told her in a whisper, "I think that's cheating. I'm kinda-I don't know the rules about friends who...ya know...do it together."

Touched by his sweetness, Rhiannon had answered, "It's ok, sweetie. You don't have to touch me. Just watch her face. You'll know when you find the right spot."

Admittedly, he thought with awe, the pussy was a pink paradise. Hers was lovely. She looked somehow angelic in the sunlight even with her high heels hooked over the bar stools to leave her whole thing on display.

With a boys wonder, he watched and listened as she instructed him in how to touch a woman, how to kiss her, how to please her. She showed him by touching herself. Raptly, he watched her face flush, he heard her breath hitch, he saw her hips jerk toward her fingers. She made a sound and he watched her body...well...orgasm.

As he stared, goggle eyed, Kevin patted his shoulder. "Yep. It's like that. You're welcome."

After that, Leon had sat on the couch watching t.v. while Rhiannon and Kevin had gone up to her loft above them to...further his education. Listening to her squeal and the squeak and thump of bed and springs, Leon wondered if he'd been doing it wrong after all. Rebecca had never made those sounds.

At one point, Rhiannon shouted, "You stupid son of a bitch! FUCK ME!"

Was that how it was?

There was a slapping noise and Kevin's laughter. There was Rhiannon grunting like a pig and keening high and loud. Kevin called her a whore and the silence was suddenly loud.

After a handful of moments, they'd come back down the stairs. As they started to leave, Rhiannon told him, "Listen, sweetie, all you need to know about girls is right there between their legs. She'll tell you when she's happy. She'll tell you when she's not."

Curious, Leon asked her, "Were you happy upstairs? You were...cursing."

Rhiannon laughed and patted his cheek, "Oh, sweetheart. You have a lot to learn. Go make love to that girl before you fuck her like you paid her."

Right.

He was going to try.

For Rebecca, the day had consisted of sitting in Jill's apartment getting a lesson on blowjobs like they did for housewives sometimes at parties. They'd each bought the biggest dildo in the shop for practice.

Amused, Jill had taught them about teeth, jaw placement, suction and pleasure. Rolling your lips over your teeth, tucking your tongue down and curling it around the head. She'd had them all bobbing, laughing, and learning with rapt attention as if she were the Jesus of Oral Sex giving a sermon on the mound.

"The balls," Jill told them, "The balls are the secret. Cup them, roll them..."

Kat had mashed the balls on her dildo and made Jill wince and tell her, "GENTLY. For god's sake, you want to make him a sorprano?"

To which Claire had piped in, "Oh my god...I love the Sopranos. Did anyone see the other night when the one guy got clipped behind the pork-" She paused when Jill gave her a droll expression and blushed, apologizing, "Sorry. Go on."

Clearing her throat, Jill had continued, "Anyway...gently fondle the balls. Like this." She rolled her fingers and her hand. "Delicate."

Kat nodded, "Do you put the whole thing in your mouth? Like all the way down until the balls go in there too?"

Eyes wide, Jill cleared her throat, "No...haha...no. Don't do that. Ouch."

Rebecca jotted down on her notebook and asked, "How about before you put the penis in your mouth?"

Jill had nodded, "Sure. Again. Gently. So very delicately. You could really hurt him if you hoover vacuum your mouth around his junk. Save that for his dick."

Nodding, Rebecca made a diagram about it. Claire asked, curious, "How about his - ya know- his stink hole?"

Interested, Kat added, "Yeah. The brown eye. Do you like...put a finger up there...or whatever?"

Brows lifted, Rebecca wondered, "Or your tongue? That guy on the movie liked when the girl put her tongue on him there."

Claire made a puking face, "...don't remind me."

Laughing, Kat told Jill, "He looked like Chris."

Jill chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, "Each guy is different. Some guys like that. Some guys don't. Ask him if he wants you to toss the salad, and you'll know."

Rebecca made notes on that. Kat asked, unabashedly, "Out of curiousity, does Chris like that?"

High pitched, Claire shouted, "For all that is holy! Do not ever answer that!"

And they all laughed.

It was all going to pay off for her tonight. She just knew it.

As they stood awkwardly in his living room, it was finally Rebecca that spoke first. "Do you want me to toss your salad?"

He jumped at the invasion into the silence. Her face flushed pink. He looked confused. But maybe she meant she wanted to eat first. So he nodded and said, "Um...sure. I guess. If you want to?"

Rebecca felt a little queasy at the idea, but maybe that's just what men wanted after all. Surely, she could handle putting a finger in his butt. Right? If he liked it, she could handle that.

But her mouth?

She had to try. It was the right thing to do.

Nodding, Rebecca turned toward his bedroom and took a deep breath. "Ok. Let's...you ready?"

Confused, he wanted to ask about dinner, but instead he shrugged, "S-sure? Yeah. Ok. Sure. If you are?"

"Yep. Totally." Nope. She wasn't. Not even a little bit. But her bragging tone said otherwise.

They moved into his bedroom. Watching each other, they both undressed until they were naked. Rebecca felt that urge to cover herself again, but squashed it. Instead, they faced each other in the nude and just stood there.

Remembering what Rhiannon had told him, Leon said, "I want to watch your face when I touch you. Ok?"

Oh. She liked that. He watched her face flush. She rolled her lower lip under and nodded.

She shifted to sit on the bed and he told her, "Just...here."

She watched him shift and prop her back up with pillows. Leaning against the softness, Rebecca felt her heart thud so hard as he shifted onto the bed and opened her legs. As he started to reached forward and touch her she gasped, high and loud, "WAIT!"

He almost fell off the bed. He pulled back like her pussy had shot flaming arrows out of it at him. He lifted his hands above his head as if he'd been caught red headed by a cop.

Almost laughing, she told him, "S-sorry. Sorry. I just-I'd like...can I try...you know...you first?"

oh.

Ohhhhh.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He walked a little toward her on his knees. She rolled to all fours. Her pert little butt poking up in the air worked like a charm. His balls were heavy and aching and he was fully erect before she even touched him.

Tentatively, she reached down to cup his sack. He trembled. Taking that like a good thing, Rebecca slid her hand around his shaft and angled her mouth at his hood. The second she touched her tongue to the slit of him, he nearly fell over. His knees tightened, his hands slid into her hair to hold, and he made a small sound of excitement.

Ok, Rebecca thought, good. That was good. She rolled her lips over her teeth, she sucked in a breath, and she wrapped her mouth around the fat length of him. She got about a quarter of the way down when it was a bit like swallowing a fist.

Throat working, saliva spilling down to ease the way, she breathed through her nose and worked her way further down. She might have retreated, but he made some sound like a desperate little whine or something. He peeled her hair back in his hands to watch her. She rolled her eyes up the line of his body and she just...she really, really, really liked that look on his face.

Was that the face he'd made when he was in her? Like he'd never felt anything better in his life?

She was that place for him.

It made all of it, every aching minute of pain- worth it.

She wanted to make this the best moment of both their lives and see him get really excited for her. So she slid her hand around his hip as she tried to swallow more of him. Her throat tried to tell her NO WAY and her hand curved over his butt cheek. She sneaked a finger toward his crevice. He watched her swallow another inch of him and her throat started protesting in spasms that made his eyes cross.

And she, well, she poked that little finger right at his butthole.

The second she touched him there, his butt seized right up to reject her. He shouted and jerked on her hair as his hips humped forward to get away. The bad news was that it pulled her completely down on his dick. She gagged. He pulled her off in horror and she just...well...she ended up falling backward off the bed.

All because she thought it was a good idea to stick her finger in Leon Kennedy's butt.