If the Head Right, Nelly There Err Night

Many, many years ago, in my early 20's, I had a friendship with this young gentleman who worked in the same building as me. We got cool, started hanging out and talking on the phone. I eventually let him take me shopping and take me out to nice dinners. He would bring me roses and I never paid for a thing when I was with him. He wouldn't have it. He was a really nice guy. So, naturally the closer we became, the more I expected us to have a mature sexual relationship.

 

 Well, on his first trip downtown, I realized how mature he wasn't! It was so bad, I had to just say, "That's enough. Come up here." I mean, it was so bad, I could have been washing my hair while he was doing it. He might as well had been licking my arm.  I had no desire or patience to teach a grown man the art of cunnalingus. Yes, oral sex is an art and must be perfected, but practice on someone else. So I had to cut him loose-quick time pronto, as my Grandmother would say. So, I want to know...do you teach a good guy the ropes or is experience priceless?