The doorbell rang and for the hundredth time JC regretted the decision he made. Wondered what had caused him to change his mind in the first place. From the very beginning his stance had been a firm no. It was the best decision. The right decision. The only decision in his opinion.

What he needed to do was open the door tell Rachel he was sorry but he couldn't help her. Send her on her way. He could change and meet everyone before the night truly got started...

‘And leave her to call Chris... or Justin.'

Maybe he could talk her out of this silly plan. Learning sex was part of the fun in having sex. With the right person. It was about learning what your partner liked and wanted. He and Nikki, his first true girlfriend, had some pretty great times figuring each other out. He needed to explain this all to Rachel. She obviously needed help. Needed someone to talk to. He could do that. It would be uncomfortable and awkward as hell but he'd do it. He'd help her because she was a friend. His doorbell chimed again and he forced himself to move.

Rachel was standing on his doorstep when he opened the door. Apprehension written all over her face. Her smile looked forced. JC swallowed roughly. "Hey."

"Hi." The world got caught in her throat. She coughed. "Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay. Come in." JC stood to the side, letting her enter. He shut the door behind her and swept his arm motioning her forward. In the living room he motioned toward the couch. He wrestled with the decision before taking a seat next to her, leaving almost enough room for another person between them. The silence built making it even more awkward. He knew he needed to tell her he changed his mind.

"I want to thank you for doing this..." Rachel started. "I really appreciate it. I know it's probably weird. I'm sorry I put you in this position. I just..." She picked at her nails in her lap. "I just... trust you."

The words cleared JC's mind. Everything he had lined up to say had disappeared. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. His eyes widened when she jolted, surprised that a minor touch could elicit such a reaction.

"We're starting now?" Rachel looked at him, her eyes wide before she dropped them to her lap. "I'm sorry...I...I'm a little nervous." She sighed and blew out a breath before covering her face with her hands. "God, I jump when you touch my shoulder..."

"Wait until I touch your knee..." JC said with a teasing smile. He felt a sense of victory wash over him when she laughed.

"This all sounded so much easier in my head when I thought it out. Pretty straight forward."

"Nothing about this is straight forward."

"I'm beginning to see that."

"Hey, relax..." JC took one of her hands and removed it from her face. "I'm not gonna jump and start pawing at you."

"Probably would make me less nervous. Get my brain to shut off."

"I've been known to do that." JC smirked.

Rachel chuckled slightly. "Yeah I bet." She let him hold her hand and gave herself a mental talk. She needed to calm down. Needed to squash her nerves or tonight would never move forward.

"I can get us a drink?" ‘What are you doing?' His mind yelled at him. ‘You're supposed to be telling her you changed your mind not getting her drunk. Tell her and get her to leave.' "Might help calm your nerves."

"Yeah. I think that's a good idea."

"I'll be right back." JC squeeze her hand and stood.

Rachel blew out a breath when JC left the room. She stood and moved away from the couch to the large window. In the daylight she knew there was a view of his swimming pool, a cluster of trees providing some privacy and then the lake. Now it was all encased in darkness. Just shadows. Her reflection stared back at her. She looked pale. She felt sick with nerves. "If my mother could see me now..."

"Probably not a good idea to be thinking about moms." JC said as he walked back into the room carrying two high ball glasses filled halfway with an amber liquid. "You never want to think about moms during sex. Usually a sure fire way to kill the mood." He stood next to her at the window and handed off a glass.

"An image of my mom usually pops up when I'm about to do something she'd disapprove of." Rachel tipped her glass as an example before taking a drink. The liquor burned on the way down and her face pinched against the taste. She shook her head. "That's disgusting."

JC laughed. "I thought college kids could do this all day?"

"We're poor college kids. No way can we afford your refined taste. You actually have alcohol in it." She took another sip. She was able to school her features down to a slight grimace. "Definitely put hair on your chest. Not what I was going for, but what's another nickname." She shrugged.

"What nicknames?" JC asked taking another drink. "Why don't you tell me what happened to make you do this?"

"It's already embarrassing enough to be here for this. Now you want me to talk about what drove me here?" Rachel meet his eyes briefly before turning to look back out the window. His reflection was right in front of her. Standing right with her. The picture they made. Like their reflection was actually of a couple. She rolled her eyes at the thought. That would never happen. The girls JC dated definitely knew how to please a man. They didn't need to beg someone to teach them how to kiss. No their kisses probably brought men to their knees.

JC watched emotions cross Rachel's face in the reflection on the window. He felt his heart catch reading a sadness. ‘Damnit,' he thought. He was going to do this. He was gonna teach Lance's little sister how to have sex. Miss Diane was gonna kick his ass. He finished off his drink in one swoop and placed it on the glass table that sat beneath the window they looked out.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked as JC took the glass from her hand. Most of the drink still remained.

"If you have to ask, I have my work cut out for me." With his hands holding hers, he ducked his head.

"You should know I'm not good at kissing," Rachel whispered softly, ducking her head before JC could kiss her. Butterflies came alive in her stomach. The little alcohol she had held no effect.

"Shhh." JC dropped her hands to cup her face making sure this time he could kiss her. "It's hard to kiss someone when they're talking."

"No talking," Rachel whispered, her eyes dropped to his lips as he moved closer. Her heart hammered in her chest then stopped completely when JC's lips touched hers.

The kiss was soft. Slow. Her lips moved hesitantly against his. He hadn't been kissed this unsurely since Gina in the eighth grade. He forced himself to keep the pace slow. The pressure light. There was enough space between them for another person. He wasn't sure where her hands where. She wasn't touching him. Anywhere. There was no stirring inside him. The kiss was nice but it wasn't doing anything. JC had to remind himself that he wasn't here to get his rocks off. Eventually. Sure. But his main priority was to teach her.

JC turned the kiss up a notch. He brought them closer together and pressed his lips more firmly to hers. He took control. His hand moved to cup the back of her head. The touch of her hands on his chest caused him to jump. Her fingers curled into his shirt as he deepened the kiss more. Their lips moved together. Opening and closing. He finally reigned it in, lessening the pressure until the kiss was soft again before ending it all together.

"Kissing is important." JC watched as Rachel's eyes slowly opened. "It can set the mood for the whole night."

"Maybe that was a problem. Can't set the mood if I kiss like a Saint Bernard."

"Kiss like a..." JC repeated and reached for her arm when she turned away. "What are you talking about?"

Rachel grabbed her glass from the table and took a drink. "Just one of the reasons no one wants to date me."

"No," JC shook his head. "You don't kiss like a Saint Bernard. What's that even mean?"

"I don't know. Lot of drool and slobber?"

"No. You kiss fine..."

"What every girl wants to hear. You kiss fine." Rachel finished her drink and wished for another. "You're not lighting any fires. It's fine. You're fine. Don't call me. I'll call you. You're a great friend."

JC reacted swiftly. He cupped her face and captured her lips. It was hard. It was consuming. He took. When he ended the kiss, Rachel was breathing heavy. "Do you want me to teach you?"

Rachel swallowed roughly. Her chest heaved as she drew in the oxygen to replace what he stole. "Yes but..."

He pressed his lips to hers silencing her words. "Then let me teach you. Let me show you how to kiss." He stared into her eyes and watched her nod. "Kissing came be fun. Laying together before sex kissing....and touching. It enhances emotions. Desires..."

"I've never really had that," Rachel confessed.

"Then you had terrible partners." JC said firmly. With his hands still cupping her face he took a step forward and forced her to walk backward until she came to the couch. "That's what we're gonna do right now. We're gonna lay here on the couch. You're gonna relax. Stop being nervous and embarrassed. You're gonna give me everything I ask for. I'm gonna give you everything you ask for..."

"I don't..." Rachel whispered. The stirring in her belly had nothing to do with nerves.

"I'm gonna teach you how..." JC moved forward again following her down on the couch. He loomed over her, his eyes roaming over her face. Her eyes were wide telling him she was slightly panicking. Still uneasy. He needed her to relax. "This doesn't go further than what you're comfortable with..."

"What?" Rachel asked. She willed herself to relax but she couldn't. She laid on the couch, her body tense. JC was above her, but he was keeping his body off her; held up with his arms on either side of her head. His knees pressed into the cushions on either side of her hips.

"Anytime you want to stop you tell me..."

"Why would I want to stop?" Stopping meant not learning. Stopping meant the teasing continued. No. She didn't want to stop. "I don't want to stop. I want this."

JC smiled reassuringly. "Your body language is telling me something completely different."

"I'm sorry..." Rachel whispered letting her eyes close against the embarrassment.

"Don't apologize..." JC knew asking her to relax wasn't going to work. With her eyes still closed he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. The movement caused her to gasp. He continued to kiss her softly. Keeping it light. Her lips moved against his and he applied more pressure. Lips opening and closing with hers. "Do what feels right..." he whispered against her lips. "Don't be afraid."

JC nearly jumped when he felt her hands on his stomach. His muscles quivered beneath her touch. His gasp of surprise caused her hands to disappear immediately.

"I'm sorry...I..."

"No." JC pressed his lips against hers to stop the apology. "Don't apologize. It's okay to touch me."

Rachel lifted her hands back to his stomach, running them over his shirt feeling the muscles. She titled her head and brushed her lips over his. When he moved with her to try to kiss her she smiled against his lips.

"Fast learner," JC murmured.

"I've always been a quick study..." Rachel kept her hands on the outside of his shirt, not ready to dip beneath the fabric to the skin. A small movement of her head, her nose trailed along his cheek.

JC captured her lips. The teasing was gone but he still held back on the hardness. She followed perfectly; taking what he was giving. Allowing him to take. He lowered his body to hers letting her feel most of weight. Letting her feel the hardness of his dick which had definitely taken interest in their activities. When she gasp at the feeling he entered her mouth with his tongue. A hand on the back of her head kept her from pulling away.

His tongue stroked hers with a short stroke. Their lips closed on each other's. Every time they parted, his tongue brushed against hers. He was in no rush. Her hands still moved over his shirt on his stomach and up his chest. Back down his stomach around his waist and on his back. He wanted to rip his shirt off to feel the touch unrestricted against his skin. With anyone else he'd do just that. Yank his shirt over his head. With anyone else, they'd yank his shirt up over his head. But this was Rachel. She was different. Frankly, he couldn't pull himself away from her lips to even get his shirt off.

JC lifted his knee from the couch, shifting his body. Rachel's hands gripped his shirt, clenching the cotton in her firsts. He drew away from her lips and saw how she chased his lips. He lowered his head kissing her again as he shifted his knee between her legs pressing back against her. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and his lips parted at her request. He wasn't sure who she had been kissing but he assumed they were incompetent idiots. She wasn't a bad kisser. A little hesitant and innocent at the start. He copped that to the scenario.

He broke their kiss again and this time placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Kissing isn't just about lips... you running your hands over me? I love that. Your touch feels like fire. No-no..." he said when she broke eye contact. "Look at me..."

Rachel brought her eyes back to JC. His blue eyes had darkened. His lips were red and swollen. The bottom one plumper than normal. Fire ignited inside of her. She had done that. She had put that look on his face. Feeling brave she cupped his face with her hands. His stubble scratched at her palms. Desire pooled in her belly. Shifting on the couch caused her to brush against the hardness on her leg. She watched his eyes darken. Heard the swift intake of breath.

"Kissing isn't just about touching lips. Run your hands over his body just like you've been doing with me. You don't even have to touch his dick. You can... you will... he'll probably beg you to if you do it right."

"How do I do it right?" Rachel asked.

"Later," JC kissed her realizing he needed to tread carefully. "Kissing isn't just the lips. It's the cheek. Running your lips across the cheek to the ear. Nibbling on the lobe..." his actions followed his words. He trailed his parted lips over her cheek until her reached her ear. He drew her lobe into her mouth, sucking lightly. Gently he nibbled; his teeth grazing the skin.

One of Rachel's hands threaded into his hair on the back of his head as she moved her head to the side allowing him better access. He moved from her ear and pressed his lips behind it. This time when he sucked the skin lightly, she gasped and arched her body up in to him. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

"Oh..." Rachel gasped clenching her eyes close. Her body rolled up into JC's. Her muscles tensed as JC sucked at the skin right behind her ear. "What..."

JC lifted his head and nearly groaned at the look on Rachel's face. He didn't know, but he had hoped to find that sensitive spot. "That was an erogenous spot... you've never found one before?"

Rachel shook her head, her eyes wide. "No. No one's ever... are there more?"

JC felt sorry for her and the inept partners she had. "Could be more. Half the fun is finding them..."

"Do it again," Rachel commanded. Using the hand she had on the back of his head she pulled him down as she arched her neck giving him access again.

JC latched onto the spot behind her ear. He sucked lightly careful not to leave a mark.  Her arms dipped beneath his. Hands touched his hips over the cotton of his shirt. The denim of his jeans. Her body was no longer still beneath his. Her left ankle crossed his. She used the leverage it provided her to rock against him.

He moved back to her lips. Where she meet him with parted lips. Her tongue surely stroked his.

"I think it's time to move on..."