I'm really in love with my boyfriend, Peter. He's the best thing that ever happened to me, and he is my best friend. All the cliches We have been together for years, and I hope I stay with him for the rest of my life. There is just one thing he isn't that good at: sex. I don't mind it that much, as it isn't the most important part of a relationship. It's great if it works, but it isn't a necessity for me. My ex-boyfriends were better at sex but much worse at any of the more important aspects of a relationship. He is more needy in general so often when I'm not that much in the mood myself, I still help him out. He doesn't mind that I am more passive and usually lie there and wait till he's finished. I don't mind that either, but sometimes I yearn for more rough, dominant sex. I have proposed doing something like that, but it isn't really his thing. He is way too much of a good guy for that.

So I never really made an issue out of it until I saw an advertisement online: "Sex coach. Is your boyfriend not able to bring you to cloud nine? Have you never had an orgasm from sex? Do you need education on how to improve? For 100 euros an hour, I will teach you everything there is to know about sex. I have a lot of experience and am fully discrete." It's not that I was enthusiastic about the idea right away; there are more than enough bragging perverts on the internet, but I opted to mail him anyway for some information on how the process would work. "If it doesn't help, it doesn't harm either." And indeed, I didn't understand how professionally he went about it. He sent me photos of his consultation room and proof of his psychology diploma. The consultation room is professionally furnished but not too formal, and it felt a bit cozy. How did it work? "You can go about it in different ways: I can give you some tips, or you can show me how you usually do it, and I can give you some pointers. I follow your preferences." He emailed me back on my questions. I felt relieved. Now I just had to persuade my boyfriend.

Luckily, that was easier than I thought. We have been together for four years, and I was his first girlfriend. He always felt insecure about that since I did have relationships before him. It also made him anxious about the tutoring, since we both didn't know what to expect. It started with a questionnaire we both had to fill in separately from each other and email to the teacher. That was already hard enough, even if it was just to admit certain things. Yes, I would prefer him to be more dominant, but I don't mind it that much. No, I never had an orgasm from penetration, but isn't that the case for most women? And kinks? I don't really have them. Other than that, the list of questions was fairly exhaustive, with three whole pages filled with all kinds of (fortunatily short) questions. My favorite position, how often we had sex, how often I masturbated—it all came along.

I liked typing the answers down to share them. I had some friends with whom I could share some stuff, but never in too much detail. And, of course, you would never want to humiliate your boyfriend in public. So I liked filling out the form; it felt therapeutic. Secretly, I'm very curious how Peter will fill out his form. I feel more and more excited about it and am typing more and more down before I send the form back to the teacher at the end of the night. With a healthy dose of nervousness, we arrive at our class.

A man opens the door and introduces himself as Gabriel. He is a broad-shouldered man, a bit of a beefcake but not too much. He isn't too tall or big, but he has good posture. He is a guy who has a natural preponderance in a room. He invites us in and walks us to the consultation room. It is a rather large room. On the other side of the room is a seating area with two lazy chairs and a small coffee table. Next to that is a desk with a laptop and chair. The room seems oddly empty other than that until my eye finds the murphy bed on the wall next to the door. Gabriel invites us to sit in the seating area and settles himself down at the desk.

Gabriel offers us a drink first but quickly moves the conversation to what we came for. "Let me just begin since you pay enough for this hour, and I can imagine you both are a bit nervous about this. Usually, couples prefer that I do most of the talking in the beginning. I've read both of your questionnaires and wrote down a few points we can focus on in the coming months. I do need you to take this seriously, and I will give you both some homework after this session. For you, Nathalie, I see that you're not often in the mood and are not that great at giving blowjobs. You also don't ever do it because of your anxiety about it. For you, Peter, I see that you can be a bit tougher and more dominant. You are very inexperienced, and it shows, but that isn't so bad; that's why you're here. You also never gave her an orgasm, I see." Gabriel keeps talking while we keep listening with all our ears. "I see that often in my practice. That can be solved in different ways, but we will be looking at that later. I think it's better to first focus on getting you, Nathalie, more in the mood and you, Peter, giving her more of what she needs. I will be giving you some exercises for that. Maybe it's better for you to first show how you usually have sex." With fear in our eyes, we looked at each other, and Gabriel noticed.

"Don't worry! Just pretend that I'm not there and just have sex like you usually would. We have a regular bed here; just focus on each other and try to forget about me." Gabriel doesn't wait for our response and pulls the murphy bed down. There were no covers on the bed, but the room was comfortably warm. I saw the anxiety in Peter, so I stepped out of my comfort zone and unclothed myself. I tried to ignore Gabriel, but I felt his staring gaze in our direction. But unlike what I thought, he wasn't looking at me. "Come on, Peter, you wanted to learn from this, right? Then I need to see what it's like for you now!" Gabriel sounded fair but strict. Peter started following his instructions when I was already stripped down to my panties. When I also pulled those down, I saw him removing his shirt. Fortunately, he had less clothing on him to begin with, so it didn't take long for him to also drop his underwear to his ankles and step out of them. We put our clothes on the chairs.

We had to do it like we usually do, so I lied down on the right side and Peter on the left side of the bed. We moved to each other, and after we cuddled for a while on our sides, I lied myself down for him. We never really did any foreplay. That wasn't necessary for me, and fortunately, I get wet fairly easily when I know I'm going to have sex. I also think that when you get used to longer foreplay, you will get wet less easily. So I lied down on my back with my legs spread and allowed Peter to crawl between my legs. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and led him into my vagina. At first, he moved slowly, but bit by bit, he thrust his dich further and further with each thrust. I looked him in the eyes while he arythmicly thrust himself to an orgasm. A few minutes later, he growled while he ejaculated in me, and he fell down on me. His sperm imedeatily streamed out of my vagina and made the bed filthy.

"I've seen enough." Gabriel concluded. "The tissues are there if you want to clean yourself a bit, then go seated again so we can talk about the next steps. You can do that naked or clothed; I don't mind. You can also put your clothes on after we are done." With a tissue, I cleaned the sperm of my vagina, and I sat down nude. Peter hesitated but also sat down nude. It never stopped being funny how his penis shrank to such a degree after he ejaculated. "Were you in the mood?" The coach asked me. "No, to be honest, not really, but I don't mind it that much; it is usually like that." - "That's what I thought" Gabriel replied while making some notes on his laptop. "Okay," the coach said. "I will be making a plan, but in the meantime, I will be giving you some homework. Nathalie, I want you to masturbate more often to get your libido up. Even if you're not in the mood, still try to do it. Your libido works like a locomotive, and you have to try to push it in the right direction again. That will take some effort, but I also don't think it helps that Peter is a bit soft and doesn't give you what you need. So, Peter, you are going to be less soft and more forceful. Instead of cuddling before sex, you're going to wrestle a bit, conquer her, grab her, and push her down. Do you always do it in missionary? - "Yes" I answer quickly. "Okay, then from now on out, you're only going to do it in doggy. You have a missionary ban from now on. Okay? - "oh no" is what I thought. We tried doggy style in the past, but for some reason my boyfriend never managed. I couldn't help him with that since opposed to missionary, I couldn't really get there to help him in. But I was glad to try doggy again; I really missed that. At that moment, the coach made it worse. "I see here that it's also Nathalie's favorite position; that's great!" Oops, I never did that with Peter...

Peter was visibly anxious about this exercise. He put his clothes on with a red head, and in the meantime, I pulled up my panties again. I felt the gazing glance of Gabriel go all over my body. I was already curious about next month's lesson. And about our progress, of course! Peter was silent. "We'll just have to practice; things will work out." I consoled him.

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