Tip Two; Focus on the head, that's where all the sensation lies.

• • •

The library is quiet at this time of the afternoon surprisingly.

I mean, I guess that makes sense, it is a Friday afternoon.

I'm sure my peers are doing a lot more fun and adventurous things with their time then I am with my business assignment.

I breathe out a rough sigh and force my eyes to continue along the page. Trying to absorb the words as I read them but nothing happens.

My brain is fried, I'm fried. Like an egg, would it make sense if I say my eyes feel eggy?

A groan exits my lips and I thump my head in the book, squeezing my eyes shut.

Why do I put myself through the torture of school?

The chair beside mine is pulled out, a body falling heavily into the plastic and I lift my head, my eyes widening slightly to see Asher staring back at me, his elbows resting on the table.  "What-" I look around the library before focusing back on him, "What are you doing here?"

His own eyes follow mine and he tilts his head, "afraid to be seen with me, Ivy?"

"It's not that." I shake my head, "you're just not very-" I wave a hand, not finishing the sentence.

"Very?"

"Subtle."

"I'm not subtle?" He says the words like he doesn't know what they mean and I huff. "What are you doing here? Don't you have some party?"

I know he does because Leon is at that party, just like he's at every party.

"Skipped it." He leans his elbows on the table and gives me a look, "we're starting your lessons."

I almost choke on my own spit, "In the library?" I stare around the people near me, lowering my voice. "Asher-"

He grins, and nods before reaching down beside him  and lifting a book, the slam of it hitting the table causing a few eyes to swing our way before moving on.

My eyes drop to it.

A human anatomy book.

I flash my eyes back to his as he flips through the pages before landing on the one he wants, flipping it towards me so I can glance down at the picture of a man's penis on the page, with a diagram showing what and where everything is.

"So, the first lesson of Sex Ed is the male anatomy." Asher says, his voice all proper and educational.

Asher wastes no time, moving his hand from one spot to the next.

"This is the spot you would want to focus most of your attention," he taps his finger on the tip of the penis, "Obviously this is the head of the penis."

I flash my gaze around the library, feeling a blush rest on my cheeks even though I discover we're now alone, everyone having left, save the librarian. And I'm sure she's heard worse.

"Now, some guys may have foreskin, some may not, that's fine and totally normal." He pauses until I look up at him, "I do not, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't." I mumble. I was.

"Now, this slit here is the urethral opening, it's where we pee from."

I roll my eyes, "I knew that." I lay a palm flat over the image, "I know what a penis looks like, Asher."

He looks like he wants to ask me a question, his brows raised but notes his tongue, giving me a look. "Do you want help or not?"

I roll my eyes, "fine, continue."

He moves my hand from the image, fingers wrapped around my wrist before he lets go and starts pointing once more.

I flex my fingers, feeling the aftermath of his touch like a physical entity.

Asher shrugs, "It can also be very sensitive for some guys, meaning that when you pay attention to it, you will get a reaction."

I absorb the information quicker than I was taking in the information for my actual assignment, waiting for the next morsel Asher is going to give me.

He takes one of my pens, pointing with it to the underside of the penis, "This part is called the frenulum."

"Now you're just reading from the book." I mutter, seeing the word printed on the page with an arrow pointed to the small strip on the underside of the penis near the head.

"Shh, no talking in my classroom." He hushed, grinning at my discomfort as I see the librarian walking around. "The frenulum's highly sensitive too, and if you focus on it enough, there is no doubt you'll cause an orgasm."

"Are we done?" I say quietly and Asher flashes me a smug grin.

"Now, I don't know about you but I'm not expecting every girl I'm with to know how to deep throat me."

I clear my throat, and look to Asher. How is he not embarrassed right now? How is he so comfortable with all this?

"The first tip I'll give you, is to focus on the tip, and use your hands to cover the rest of the penis if needed, using a tight but not too tight-" he flashes me a saucy grin, "grip."

"But-"

"And suck." He interrupts, "hollow out your cheeks, it's a lot more pleasurable for the guy and try not to bite, a little teeth action is okay but also try not to."

"Umm, what?" I say, shocked, feeling out of my depth here. When I agreed to this, I didn't expect it to be so, forward.

"Now, let's focus on the rest of the male anatomy."

He moves his fingers down on the diagram, "These are the balls, fiddling with them can also be a turn on but only do that if you're comfortable."

He settles back in his seat, before closing the book. "The rest is a bit more in-depth then what you need to know, so we can move onto the female anatomy."

I raise a brow, "I think I'm good on that one."

Asher blinks back, running his hands through his hair, "Yeah, you're probably right."

"Umm, thanks?" I mutter, straightening in my seat, "for the tips."

"This is only the beginning, I've asked the guys on the team to write down some tips and I'll be introducing them slowly."

I almost choke. "On the team?" I widen my eyes, "My brothers on that team."

Asher rolls his eyes, "I didn't ask him."

"Oh that's not suspicious, ask everyone but him what they like getting done to their dicks."

Asher scoffs, "I didn't ask all of the guys, just the ones who are open about that shit."

I close my eyes and breathe in, "fine." When I open them again, Asher is looking at me intently and I force myself to look away, back at the business textbook open in front of me. "When do you want to start tutoring?"

"I've got to make an appearance at the party tonight." Is his only answer. The team always do, most of the parties are thrown in the hockey team's honour.

"That wasn't my question."

He rolls his shoulders as if they're tense, "Does tomorrow work?"

I nod, beginning to pack up my things all while feeling his gaze on me.

"How are you with kissing?" I almost drop my text book.

"I'm fine." I say, looking up at him.

"You should come to the party tonight."

"What's it for?"

He shrugs, "I don't know some celebration for something. Does it matter? It's a party."

"Won't my brother be there?"

Asher is silent for a moment before answering, "He's got a date tonight, so he's missing it."

He does?

"Fine, I'll go but I'm bringing Charlie."

He grinds his teeth, but nods. "Save me a dance."

With that he pushes from the table and walks off, the anatomy textbook practically laughing at me from where it stares back at me from the middle of the table.

• • •

Charlie walks in beside me, the thump of the music echoing through my sneakers and into my body, my head unknowingly beginning to bop along.

"I'll go grab us some drinks," Charlie yells over the music, flicking her head to the kitchen and I nod, looking towards the dance floor. "I'll be on the dance floor."

She nods and wanders off while I turn my attention to the dancing crowd, slipping between them before I'm safely buried in the swaying bodies.

As the music throbs through the room, I surrender myself to the pulsating rhythm, my body swaying and my dark hair cascading down my back like a waterfall of milk chocolate. Lost in the hypnotic melody, I let go of inhibitions, embracing the exhilarating freedom of the dance.

This is why I go out, not to drink, not to hook up, but to dance. If there's no good music, then you better believe I'll be making my way home.

A pair of hands find their place on my hips, moving in sync with my own swaying motion. A warm presence presses against my back, and I turn my head to find Asher standing there, his familiar cologne enveloping me in a comforting embrace.

Leather, sandalwood and smoke. It was distinctly him. It was warm, welcoming, hot. I couldn't deny it.

I had never had a crush on Asher, after all he was off limits being my brothers best friend and my best friend brother, so he was automatically wiped from any type of thoughts like that, but even I could admit that he was attractive.

His grey eyes were always so expressive, with slight wrinkles around his eyes from sun exposure and laughter, prominent cheekbones with a soft smattering of freckles, a slightly crooked nose from hockey and an olive complexion that he had all year round.

I was slightly jealous, usually I had to fake tan if I wanted to get any of that golden glow but alas, I was lazy and cursed, or sometimes I even liked to think of it as blessed, with fair skin.

It suited me, and it was easy. I no longer have to exfoliate and reapply a tan once a week, I could just wake up and . . . Go.

Yes, I was very lazy.

And don't get me started on a when Asher wears his glasses, he was every woman's wet dream once he slipped them onto his crooked nose.

He was cute. And hot. And attractive. And it was annoying, how could a guy have all three and still be nice and fit? It seemed like blasphemy.

But again, I repeat, I had never had a crush on him. You know when someone is just automatically off limits so your brain just makes them unattractive, like you can't or won't physically think of them in any way but friends now?

Yeah, that's how my brain worked.

I'm sure, if I ever allowed myself to see Ash as anything but a family friend, I'd probably have a crush, I mean who wouldn't?

But that's not how my brain works. I could just flip a switch and then bam, the feelings were buried until they were gone.

Some might say it was unhealthy, but it seemed like a perfectly logical thing to do when you didn't want to feel certain things anymore. And it had saved me a lot of heartache in the past.

It was a useful tool.

Asher's hands tighten on my hips, his head dipping down to rest of my shoulder when I go to turn towards him.

His lips brush my ear, his voice a gentle murmur that sends a delightful shiver down my spine. "Close your eyes and just let go," he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin.

Confusion mingles with curiosity in my gaze as I meet his, my voice barely audible above the music. "What are you doing?" I ask, my heart racing with anticipation.

A playful grin curves his lips. "I told you to save me a dance."

Our bodies move in harmony, and for a second I think I shouldn't be doing this, Charlie could arrive any second with our drinks and see me dancing with her brother.

And that would be a conversation I do not want to have.

Oh why am I dancing with your hot as sin brother? Well you know that conversation we were having, yes that conversation. I chose your bother, isn't that cool?

I doubt that conversation would go down as smoothly as I want it to.

I make to pull away but Asher holds tight, and he must know where my mind has gone because he says, "Don't worry, I'll be able to see if she's coming. There was a massive line up in the kitchen to make drinks."

I relax, but only slightly.

Asher's touch guides me, his presence a reassuring anchor in the swirling sea of people. "This is tip two," he murmurs, his voice tender yet the words cause my cheeks to flush.

Tip two? Already.

With a soft sigh, I close my eyes, surrendering to his lead. His hands hold me firmly yet gently, guiding me in a dance that was both intimate and electrifying. The rhythmic beat of his heart reverberated through my back, before I feel more then hear him begin to speak, the vibrations of his voice noticeable against my neck.

Then, his words, like a velvet caress, brush against my ear, sending a delightful swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

No, nope. No. I force them away.

"When kissing someone, you want to get lost in the moment, but don't get lost too quickly otherwise you'll go in tongue first and not lips." He laughs lowly and I swallow.

"You'll want to kiss them slowly." His voice is a low tumble, "start with lips, get into the rhythm of it, and you'll know when to add tongue."

"Rest your hands on his shoulder or at the nape of his neck, play with his hair, just soft delicate movements to begin with." His lips brush my neck, a shiver emanating from the brief touch. "Just enjoy yourself."

I open my eyes, not realising I'd let them close and tilt my head slightly, letting Asher rest his head fully in the crook of my neck.

"You can either choose to be the submissive one and let them kiss you or you can take control, and push for a little more, but don't be too demanding, then it will just be rushed and they may not be able to keep up and then you'll just look like two vacuums fighting it out." I let out a soft breath when I feel the touch of his lips move on my neck, the feel of his breathe skimming me.

"Slow and steady always wins the race."

"If you want to make it a bit more," he pauses, sucking in a breath, "heavy, then find a wall or a counter, and sit or lean against it, or push them against it if you choose to be the dominant one, it can be sexy to take control."

"Tell your partner what you want, if you want them to curl their hands around your throat, tell them." He whispers and my stomach dips, "if you want them to bite your lip, bite theirs. You can show them what you want without using your words. But if you want something, ask for it."

"Ask for it?" I say breathlessly, wanting the words to come out strong but my heart is pounding to fast for me to focus on trying.

Asher's lips curl into a smile against my skin as I let out a sigh, barely audible over the thumping music. My body betrays me, instinctively leaning into his warmth, as though this entire lesson is more than I can handle. But his words—his instructions—are measured, deliberate, not rushed or forceful, despite the strange intimacy swirling between us.

His lips graze my neck again, and I find myself gripping his forearms, just to steady myself. I need to say something. Anything. But my brain's jumbled, caught between the rhythm of the music, Asher's nearness, and the flood of thoughts about how wrong this all is—how Charlie, my brother, all of it could come crashing down if anyone knew.

I finally swallow down the rising lump in my throat and tilt my head just slightly to meet his gaze. "Asher... why are you doing this?"

His eyes flicker, a mix of teasing and something softer—something I can't quite decipher. "You asked me to teach you," he replies, voice low, as if we're sharing some sort of secret only the two of us can understand.

"I didn't ask-"

"Fine, I offered." He interrupts softly.

But that wasn't what I meant. I didn't ask for all of this—not the closeness, not the whispers against my skin, not the growing attraction I'm desperately trying to ignore. "I didn't think you'd take it this... seriously," I mutter, trying for a bit of humor to ease the tension.

He chuckles softly, still close enough that the sound vibrates against me. "I take my lessons seriously." He straightens a bit, his hands loosening their hold on my hips, giving me space to breathe. "But if you want me to stop, just say the word."

For a moment, I consider it. Stopping would be the smart thing to do. It would be the easy way out. But then I realize... maybe I don't want him to stop. Maybe part of me is curious—more curious than I should be.

"I-" the words gets stuck in my throat and then Asher is gone and I'm left cold and I glance behind me, finding him disappearing from the dance floor, and then Charlie is there, shoving a drink into my hand.

"I'm so sorry to leave you alone for so long, it took ages to even get in there it was so crowded."

I shake my head, willing myself to not look through the party for Asher and smile at Charlie.

"It's fine, let dance."