teach me - Leah Williamson

Summary: You're insecure about using the strap, but Leah walks you through it,

Warnings: (+18) strap and fingering (r giving).

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You had been thinking about this for a while. About doing something for Leah, something you had never done for anyone else.

You had always been shy when it came to sex; you were more into the receiving than the giving part, but not because you enjoyed receiving more, but because you had always felt like you were too awkward, like you couldn't properly please someone.

You had been dating Leah for a year now, and the sex was amazing. Both of you gave and received, but it was obvious that Leah was the giver.

She never complained about anything. Whenever you talked about sex with her, she always made sure to let you know that she enjoyed your sex life.

But you wanted more. You wanted to give Leah pleasure in a different way, you wanted to make her feel good, really good, just like she did with you.

You had, of course, used your mouth and fingers on her, but you had never used the strap on Leah.

Leah was always the one who gave it to you. She had mentioned once that she'd like to be the one received, but she was drunk at the time; it was possible that she didn't even remember it...but you did.

You had never used the strap on anyone, you didn't feel confident enough, scared to screw up, but then, late at night, while Leah was sleeping on your shoulder, you thought why now? Leah was gentle with you, she was kind, she made you feel safe.

She wouldn't mock you if you did it wrong. She would teach you, you were sure of it.

So you made a little plan while Leah was away at training. You had just got home when you sat down on the sofa and wrote it down in a little notebook of yours:

Wait for Leah to come home -> sit her on the sofa and give her a massage; Kiss her (gently!) and then let things get more heated; Sit on her lap and kiss her neck; Slip your knee in between her thighs and whisper in her ear that you would like to use the strap. Take her to the bedroom and...do it!

It was perfect in theory, but there was one problem, a very big one: you had never done it before, not even got close to using it on one of your exes.

So you had an idea, a rather dumb idea. You opened your phone and googled "how to use a strap-on on a woman", and then you were immediately bombarded with porn thumbnails, your eyes widened in horror, but you couldn't help but feel something warm in your body.

You clicked on a few videos, most of which were very...intense. You had a lot of questions. How did they go that fast? How did they know the rhythm? How did they make sure it wasn't hurting the girl receiving?

You were in the middle of one of the videos, feeling both horrified and intrigued, when the door unlocked and Leah walked in. Because, of course, she would walk you in the middle of your research.

Your stomach dropped. You felt like a teen again, getting caught while searching for 'girls kissing girls' on the family computer.

You threw your phone down on the sofa, but the video kept playing. Loud moans echoed through the room, and you looked up at Leah as if you were guilty, because you were.

Leah blinked, dropping her training bag by the door, she took exactly three steps closer to you. She looked at the sofa, where the phone was still pretty much playing porn, and then she looked at you, horrified, as if this was the last thing she expected to come home to.

"Oh," she started, a grin on her face, "you're watching porn? It's the middle of the day, girl."

You open your mouth to try and defend yourself, but the moans playing on your phone didn't help, your face burned, and you stared at Leah with your mouth agape.

"What?! Of course not" You lied, but then gave up when your voice came out super high-pitched. "I mean...yes? But not in a weird way, okay? I was studying!"

"Studying?" Leah asked, teasing in her voice. "Studying what? Sexology?"

She flopped onto the sofa and tried to grab your phone, but you were faster and snatched it back, quickly closing the tab, feeling relieved that the room was quiet again. Well, kind of quiet; you could still hear your heart beating fast against your chest.

"I was genuinely studying!" you said as you buried your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at Leah. "I–"

You couldn't say it. Leah always said that you could be open to her about sex, but it was hard to do it.

"Hey, come here," Leah wrapped her arms around you and brought you closer. "Not gonna tease you anymore, alright?"

She kissed the top of your head. "Do you wanna tell me what you were looking for?" she asked gently, seeing how embarrassed you were. "Is it something you want us to do?"

You slowly nodded, burning your face on the crook of her neck now. "Yes," you whispered.

"What is it?" Leah asked in the same gentle tone as before.

"I just..." You breathed, trying to find confidence. "I wanted to learn how to use the strap... like really use it, to be the one doing it."

You felt as Leah stilled, for a moment, but she tried not to show it.

"Oh, okay," she said, as if she was trying to understand it, as if she really didn't expect those words to come out of your mouth.

"But-but not in a weird pressure way!" you rushed out, finally taking your face from Leah's neck to really look at her.

"I just... I wanted to do something for you. I know you're usually the one who, like, takes care of me, and I wanted to do that for you for once." You explained, feeling your cheeks burn as you fidgeted with your fingers. "I have never done it before, and, ugh, I wanted it to be good...for you."

Leah looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen. She leaned forward, taking your hands into her own, her voice softening. "Love, you don't need to do anything for me, or take care of me like that."

"But," you look down at your lap, watching as Leah caresses her thumb on the back of your hand. "I want it, if you want to...I just, you'll have to walk me through it.

Leah held your chin up, so you were looking at her blue eyes. "If you want it, I'll be more than happy to do it, okay? We can talk it slow, I'll tell you what to do, no need to see porn."

You rolled your eyes playfully and kissed her cheek.

"Really?" you asked, "It'll probably be bad though."

Leah laughed. "Yes, really. And I doubt you would do anything badly, we can just...be ourselves, no pressure, yeah?"

You nodded slowly, trying to let her words sink in. It didn't need to be perfect, if only it needed to be genuine. Leah would help you; she always did.

She kissed your forehead. "But maybe not tonight, though, my leg is killing me."

"Oh," you said, looking at her thigh. "Did you pull a muscle again?"

Leah nodded, lifting her pants so you could take a look. "Yes, we were doing a drill...I went straight to physio."

"My poor captain," you said, kissing Leah's cheek. "I'll get some Ice, you stay here."

And just like that, your relationship was back to normal again. Your only concern was to make Leah feel better. But still, the whole conversation about the strap still echoed through your mind.

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The conversation about the strap didn't happen again, not formally, at least.

It was Saturday night, and Leah had spent the whole day training. She came home very tired, and you thought nothing sexual would happen.

You were lying in bed, Leah's head on your chest as she talked about the upcoming game. The lights in the bedroom were dim, which made it seem very cosy and comfortable. First, Leah kissed your neck innocently, just like she did several times.

You didn't think too much of it. But then she did it again, but using her tongue, leaving a wet path from the top of your neck down to your clavicle. You knew right away what she wanted.

"Do you wanna do it tonight?" Leah asked as she kissed your jaw. "The strap?"

It was happening, it was finally happening. You looked down at her and kissed her lips. "Yes, please."

"Okay," she said, starting to get up, but you held her down.

"No," you told her, pressing her gently back into the bed. "I'll get it, just stay here."

Leah wanted to argue, but she saw how determined you were. If you wanted it, she would let you. Leah wasn't used to being the one who stayed in bed, the one who was taken care of; it was weird for her, but maybe she should try and embrace it a little.

You walked through the room until you reached the drawer where the sex toys were. They were all in a lilac box, all the vibrators, lube, everything. You took the strap and looked at all the options of silicone dildos you had.

There wasn't a lot, but there was a fair amount, enough for you to get confused about what to pick. Normally, you went for the smaller one, but it was your first time using the strap on Leah, you weren't sure if smaller was the best option, maybe Leah would want something bigger?

You probably spent too much time looking at the drawer, because Leah's voice came through the room. "Do you want help picking one up, baby?" Leah asked;

You felt embarrassed. You were the one doing it; you should at least know what to use. You groaned to yourself before slowly turning your head to Leah and nodding shyly.

"I don't know–" you began. "We have a few options, I don't know which one's better or...which one you want."

Leah smiled gently. "Why don't you take the medium on?" She suggested. "And some lube too, yeah?"

"Okay," you said in a small voice, doing exactly what she told you.

You took off your clothes and trieed to ignore the way Leah's eyes felt heavy on your back. Then, you slowly put the strap on, but paused.

It would be awkward, right? To walk in Leah's direction with the strap and dildo just... hanging there? You didn't mind when Leah did it (you thought it was hot, actually), but Leah knew what she was doing. You, on the other hand, didn't.

You decided to just put the harness around your hips and hold the toy. Yeah. That was a good idea.

You walked to the bed, holding the lube and the dildo in your hands. Leah watched you walk, her eyes hungry, a grin on her lips, as if she was enjoying this way too much.

"You look pretty," she said as you crawled onto the bed, placing the lube and the dildo on the nightstand.

"I feel ridiculous," you confessed, as Leah brought you into her lap.

"No," she said, kissing your chest until her lips wrapped around your nipple. "You're very hot right now, look..."

Leah latched onto your nipple, sucking gently as she took your hand and guided it down her body. Your fingers met her wet cunt.

"This is how much I want you," she said as she guided your finger inside her. You let her dictate the rhythm. "I could never think anything bad of you."

You moaned, feeling how wet she was, how well her walls adjusted around your fingers. You could only imagine how tight she would feel around the strap.

"Can you give it to me? Baby?" she whispered in your ear as you curled your fingers just the way she liked. "I want you to fill me up."

You nodded desperately and took your fingers out of her, quickly attaching the dildo to the strap. You opened the bottle of lube and spread it around the dildo.

You felt silly as you looked down at your waist. You could only hope Leah's words were true, that she was enjoying herself. Your hands shook a little as you adjusted the harness around your hips. It looked a little awkward, a little too loose.

"Ugh, is that right?" you asked shyly, looking at Leah and biting your lip.

"Here," she said gently, sitting up to adjust the straps. Her hands brushed your thighs as she pulled something, making it tighter around your hips. She also fixed the angle, so it wasn't leaning as far to the right as before."Now it is."

You nodded and said a small "thank you" before climbing over Leah and straddling her. Leah cupped your cheeks and brought your face down, kissing you deeply, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

"You'll tell me, right?" you asked against her lips. "If it's not right."

"I will, baby, don't worry," she said, her hands on your hips, bringing you forward as she spread her thighs so you could adjust yourself. "I'm already feeling amazing."

This time, you kissed her, a slow kiss. You tried to focus on Leah, only on her. You smelled the shampoo she used, tasted the wine you two had shared hours ago.

It was going to be fine. It was only you and Leah now.

Leah was probably getting impatient because her hands tugged you even closer, her breath warm against your cheeks. "Go on, love."

You nodded and looked at her one last time before taking the dildo and slowly sinking into Leah, just a little. Leah let out a breathy moan. Her eyes were closed, but her hands never left your hips.

"Yes... just like that, baby," she whispered. "You're doing so good for me."

That gave you confidence, so you pushed a little more, watching as Leah's cunt swallowed the strap. She was taking you so incredibly well. You didn't know why, but you felt... proud of Leah, for some reason you couldn't quite explain.

Did Leah also feel like that when she strapped you? It was one hell of a feeling. It made you feel warm inside. It made you want to see how much more Leah could take.

"Move now, love," Leah said, pulling your hips. "You can move. Please."

"Okay," you breathed.

You moved slowly, very slowly. Your eyes flicked between the dildo and Leah's face. You didn't know which you wanted to look at more. You chose Leah.

You noticed every single expression she made: every gasp when you hit her g-spot, every shiver when you rubbed the strap against her clit.

Leah was the one being strapped, but somehow, you still felt like she was in charge. Her hands remained on your hips, grounding you, guiding you. She asked you to go faster, so you did.

But at some point, your thrusts started to feel awkward, uncoordinated. You faltered and stopped completely, looking at the toy still buried inside Leah as if it were to blame.

"Love," Leah said gently, cupping your jaw. "You're making me feel so good. Keep going, yeah?"

You blushed and leaned down, kissing her again as you found a new rhythm, one that didn't feel awkward, one that made sense.

Leah's body responded to you. She lifted her hips, moving with you. It was like both of you were in sync now, like your bodies just fitted together perfectly.

Leah moaned again, this time she said your name. And that sense of pride came rushing through your body once more. Leah's cheeks were flushed, she was biting her lips, her breathing was uneven... and all of it because of you.

You took off the shirt Leah was wearing, lifting it from her body. You kissed her neck, trailing down to her tits, latching onto one of her nipples as you thrust deeper and deeper each time.

It was like you were intoxicated by Leah's body, and still, you wanted more. You wanted to see her come undone with you inside her.

You kissed her in a wet kiss, your hand twisting her nipple. "I love you, Leah. So fucking much," you whispered, almost breathless.

It was like your words had power, because just like that, Leah came, moaning quietly as her hand tangled in the bedsheets. You kept thrusting (more gently now) until Leah's body was completely relaxed beneath you.

"Uhmm," she kept moaning softly as you worked yourself into her.

"I love you," she said, her hand moving from your hips to rest on your rib cage.

"You're so pretty," you murmured as your fingers touched her clit.

Leah whined, but didn't tell you to stop, so you didn't. You played with her clit as you found a new rhythm. It was faster, more precise now.

"I wanna make you come again," you said. "Is that okay? Or too much?"

"It's okay," she said urgently, thrusting her hips against you. "More than okay... want it. Want you."

You smiled and kissed her, moving your fingers fast and deepening your thrusts, listening to the wicked sounds Leah's wet cunt made every time you buried yourself inside her.

It didn't take long for Leah to come again, and this time, she wasn't quiet about it. You watched as her mouth opened and her brow wrinkled, and then softened completely. Leah was more sensitive now. She asked you to pull away, saying it was too much.

You did what she asked, pulling out gently before collapsing beside her. You had no idea how tiring strapping could be; you could feel every single muscle in your back, every fibre in your thighs burning.

"It hurts a bit, right?" Leah breathed beside you, turning her head.

"Yeah," you said, wrapping an arm around her torso and pulling her in so she was lying on your chest. "A lot. You're actually a superwoman... you do that, like, three times a week and don't get tired."

Leah laughed, kissing your lips. "I do get tired. I just do a lot of work in the gym to keep up with your sex drive."

You blushed, burying your face in the top of Leah's head. "Oh, don't start... you're gonna make me more embarrassed than I already am."

"Why are you embarrassed?" Leah asked, her voice shifting from teasing to gentle.

"Because it was a bit... sloppy, wasn't it?" you said carefully. "Like, me with the strap? it wasn't as good as you are."

"Baby." Leah held your face in both hands. "You made me come twice. I promise you, it wasn't sloppy. It was perfect."

You stayed quiet for a few moments, just enjoying the moment, the company, the warmth of skin-on-skin.

"I think I need to take the strap off," you murmured into Leah's hair. "The harness is itchy."

"We can find one that doesn't itch," Leah replied, though from her tone, she was almost asleep.

You slowly got out of bed and pulled the duvet over Leah's body. Her eyes were closed now, and she was fully relaxed. You kissed her cheek before removing the dildo from the harness and slipping it off your body.

It was a struggle to take off, but you didn't want to wake Leah to ask for help. Once everything was clean, you put it away in your box before returning to bed and lying beside her.

You couldn't help the smile on your lips. You did it, and it felt so incredibly good.

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