Antonio sat up and smiled down at me in my position straddled beneath him on his bed, surrounded by colorful pillows.

"No worries Chica, there's actually a lot we can do to ease you into more sexual things. I know last night you went a lot further than you would like to do again so, for now, there's a lot of other things we could try," he said so very enthusiastically, genuinely excited to show me what he meant.

"Do you really need to be naked for this?" I asked, still trying to block him out a little.

He blushed for once in his life, "oh-hehe...I was gonna ask for a blow job originally-but then I had an even better idea," he admitted and I turned bright red as he looked around his room.

"So what kind of things are you at least a little okay with?" He asked.

"That's too embarrassing."

"Eh...well I'll just list a few things we could try over time until your ready for penetrative things."

I shivered, a slight dropping feeling in my gut at the idea one day Antonio would be inside of me. That I'd really lose my virginity...

I tried clearing my head but it was fogging up with the mental images of Antonio pounding himself into me. The sound the bed would make, the way his panting would sound, what I'd see in my perspective...

Suddenly Antonio waved his hand in front of my face snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Thinking about something?" He smirked, knowing he'd gotten ideas into my head.

"If you're up for it we can do whatever it is you're thinking about-"

"No!" I blurted out.

He laughed, "guess I know what you were imagining." I turned red and covered my face with my hands.

He hadn't bothered to slip his boxers back on he just covered himself with a throw pillow.

I was a little too curious at the moment for my own good, I had to hold myself back from climbing on top of him, sitting on the pillow, wrapping my arms around his neck and seeing how he reacts. What he would do...

No. I can't lead him on like that when I don't even want to have sex, I just want to see his reaction.

I fiddled with my hands and he pulled out a list he made on his phone.

"You make lists too?" I asked.

He smiled and laughed, "I guess that's something we have in common."

I smiled warmly and he scrolled through the list.

He showed me a quick glimpse of the fun.

It was like a checklist.

Crossed off was kissing, French kissing, shirtless, undressed, massages, cuddling, heavy petting, dry humping, cupping, caressing, moaning, masturbating against, cumming on, breast play, fingering, hickeys, and orgasm.

I was blood red and felt hotter than it was outside at the moment.

Did I really do all these things!?

He laughed at my expression and scrolled further down the list with mentions of things I hadn't yet done.

Yet?

Was I really gonna do these things, that made me even more heated, I could actually faint at this level of embarrassment and almost wanted to.

I didn't recognize some of these words.

"Frottage?" I was almost afraid to ask.

He smiled and then thought about it for a moment, "oh-I guess we did this last night."

"What does it mean?" I insisted.

"Oh, rubbing any sexual organ against any part of the other person's body."

"D-did I do that?"

"Francis said his dick was practically in your-"

"Okay then," I interrupted.

"I'll just explain these to you instead," he suggested and read the list on his phone describing each to me.

"Mutual masturbation. Oh that's a fun one," he said giddily and I was in awe how excited he seemed by all this.

"I refuse to ever masturbate," I insisted.

"It doesn't really mean that, it can, but it also refers to us getting each other off, like me fingering you and you giving a handjob."

I just continued to listen, my blush never leaving, sitting up listening to him like I was in a classroom.

Some things he seemed more excited about when looking over the list.

"Let's see erotic massage, exactly what it sounds like. Oh-" he happily exclaimed, "We should do this one tonight!"

Francis walked into the room, confusion plastered on his face.

Antonio had nothing but a throw pillow and I had a shirt on still but no pants and he was on his phone, probably looked like he was recording me.

"Do I want to know?" He asked hesitantly and I shrugged.

Antonio excitedly showed him the phone.

"You showed her the list?"

"You're all in on this?"

"Well yes, we thought it was a good way to keep track of what does and doesn't upset you and help you ease into eventually having intercourse."

I facepalmed and Francis also looked excited by what Antonio was showing him.

"What has you two so excited?" I nervously asked.

"It's called intercrural-Sex," Antonio gleefully explained.

"I don't know what that means, I don't do these things," I said exasperatedly.

Francis nodded and sat next to me on the bed.

"It's when the penis is stimulated by placing it in between another person's thighs-"

"Nope-no." I shut that down right away. I was beginning to doubt my self-control around these three, I didn't need that kind of temptation.

"There's also intergluteal-which you and Francis sort of did last night. Even better what we should do tonight, mammary intercourse, or what Americans commonly refer to as a boob job," he exclaimed and Francis brightened up quickly.

"Do I even wanna know?"

"You don't 'ave to do much and you can cover your breasts if you want," he began explaining and I was already worried where this was going, "one of us can place our dick between your breasts and move it back and forth-it simulates penetration, it feels magnifique." He smiled widely.

He and Francis turned to me with puppy dog eyes.

"Uhhh...." Were they really expecting me to say yes?

Hell, I needed a distraction, it that was a little extreme.

"A-anything less extreme?"

Slightly disheartened but hopeful they continued browsing new things.

"Maybe we could just stick to something not super new..." I suggested shyly and Francis met my eyes for a moment, causing me to relax a little, before refocusing on the phone.

'This is probably a bad idea' I thought to myself.

I premeditated the action and yet I went ahead with it anyway.

I crawled over to Francis and I straddled his waist. He looked at me with confusion before his smile changed to contentment. I was about to change then, in what was possibly the riskiest move I'd made so far living with them.

I moved my hand down to his crotch and I pressed down just enough to already feel embarrassed. Francis eyed my hand as he let out a faint moan. Antonio practically chucked the phone behind him and became devoted to watching whatever train wreck was happening as I with no previous knowledge on the subject attempted to seduce him.

But what for? Where was I going with this? Even I wasn't so sure but Francis's eyes were glazed over with curious desire and he growled into my ear as he pressed his hand into my back and brought me closer to him.

"Ma chere, please...do not tease me like zhat unless you're going to 'elp me finish."

I wasn't sure why I said this, I think I was just improving my way through my embarrassment as any former theatre kid would, "then show me how to help you," I tried to say this in a way I hope sounded seductive.

I guess it worked, even Antonio looked worked up.

"You better not take zhat back," he purred and Antonio whispered into his ear.

Francis grinned and nodded.

He let go of me and handed me to Antonio. I could feel Antonio's erection through the throw pillow he used to cover himself.

Francis leaned back into the pillows and spread his legs, he unzipped his fly and let his erection stand tall and in view.

I usually felt the urge to gag but I was working on adrenaline and not really sure how to feel. It was getting dark outside and this situation felt like it might get out of hand very soon.

"Like what you see?" Francis purred, I'm assuming he usually got some sort of horny agreement but I gulped and tried to avoid looking.

Antonio wrapped his arms around my waist and moved in a way purposefully meant for me to feel his erection near my ass. Even through a pillow, it had a minor effect.

"Wh-what do I?" I stuttered, unable to form a proper sentence.

Francis reached for something in the dresser next to him and pulled out a bottle of what looked like lotion and handed it to me.

I read the label and turned red.

It was lube.

I tried focusing more on the bottle than Francis spread wide in front of me.

Antonio noticed of course and clicked his tongue and shifted so I'd fall forward. I caught myself, face inches from Francis's dick and I blushed and jumped back with a small eep. The two laughed at me and Antonio got up to shut and lock the door of his room and the curtains on the opposite wall.

Francis grinned at me across the bed.

"Are you not going to 'elp? Didn't you tell me you would?" He lured.

My mind was a little fuzzy at my situation because I wasn't entirely sure if I was acting on actual desires or the want to distract myself.

"'Ow about zhis Cher," he began, "the perfect birthday present you could give me, is tonight you let Antonio and I teach you 'ow to give a 'and job, and you practice on moi."