Denise and I got an apartment together in Encino. She got me a job working at the pro shop in Sports Club LA. We were in love!

I was completely in awe of her. She was so ... evolved. You know... wise. Where as I make the same mistakes over and over... It's as if somebody gave her the manual!

The first time we got into an argument, it was like my world was ending! But she was amazing! Even though she was still really mad at me, (for acting stupid, I admit it.) she was able to see how devastated I was (It does NOT make me a sissy!) and say... "Don't cry. We're not going to break up over this." (Wow... Those words wrapped around me like a baby's blanket...) "It's just an argument. Think of it as a hurdle we need to get over. When we do, we'll be stronger for having gotten through it."

...and my world was at peace again.

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Denise also taught me about expressing myself. Given my sexual experiences to that point, you might think I would've been pretty secure with myself in bed. I wasn't. Well... Not exactly.

Denise was happy with the person that she was. She was never shy. She was funny too! She did things - adorably outrageous things - that would have me practically rolling on the floor laughing. For instance, she would throw open the bathroom door while I was sitting on the toilet and sit down on my lap! Then look at me, grinning and say "I feel so much closer to you now!" or wrap her arms around me and say "are you peeing yet?" And squishing her cheek against mine she'd say, "See? Don't you feel closer to me now?"

Whereas Denise was comfortable in her own skin, I really never had been. It wasn't that I was unsure of my ability to please. That was never my problem. In fact, I never really understood what was so hard to figure out!

For any of you reading this hoping to learn something, here it is... Ya ready?

PAY ATTENTION! That's all it takes, really. What is so hard about that? I love womens bodies! I love to see how my touch can make her react. I like to sit back and just admire the curves as I watch my hand, palm flat against her, slowly follow the contours of her body. From head to toes, I could see what my touch would do... And where it did the most! And I paid attention. So, that part was great! It felt wonderful to be able to make someone feel so good!

But, as I told you before... I've always been very modest. (Remember my high school PE class?) I envied the girls with no qualms about having coversations in the locker room while they put on their make-up stark naked. NOT ME! I learned to put my bra on after my t-shirt!

So... When it came time for me to get off, I was quiet as a mouse. When it was just me and my lover, male or female, the only way to know when I had an orgasm was that I would suddenly become rigid as a board, my fists and my jaw clenched so tight so as not to utter a sound. And I would shake...

How tragic is that?! Talk about being repressed!

Well, that changed. Denise had a way of making me feel beautiful! And because she did, I became less inhibited. And soon I learned that its okay to make noise... In fact, I found that the louder I am, the better it feels! If you don't already know this, I invite you to do yourself a favor and give it a try! I promise, you will not be sorry!