Lesson Number One

Writers: Francesca
Date Posted: 23rd March 2024

Characters: L'rin
Description: Lenorin uses a mating flight as an excuse to seek out some experience.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 2, day 14 of Turn 10

L'rin

It was a restday and Lenorin had just had a quick breakfast. He was
deciding what to do when he felt a wave of lust that could only mean
one thing; a green dragon was rising. He remembered the first time he
had felt that sensation, and how confusing it had been until a
weyrbred worker had looked at his expression and explained what was
happening. Of course, he had pretended to know exactly what was going
on, since he saw lack of knowledge as a sign of weakness. Since then
he had become, if not used to the feeling, at least able to mask his
reaction when it happened. One time, he had been walking with one of
the weybred Candidates and had used the opportunity to try and steal a
kiss, but that had only earned him a shove and some stern words. But
today, maybe he could find someone willing; someone who could help
satisfy the desire he was feeling. Besides, Candidates were supposed
to get some experience before Impressing, to make mating flights less
overwhelming.

Lenorin approached the feeding pens but stayed a ways back from the
female greenrider and the men surrounding her. As he arrived, he saw
the green give a defiant bugle and then launch herself into the air,
soon followed by some blues, browns, and what looked to be two
bronzes. His breath quickened as he watched the greenrider sway in the
middle of the circle of men, alternating between caressing her suitors
and pushing them away.

"Enjoying the show?" a sultry voice said softly in his right ear.

Lenorin gave a small jump and turned his head to see a striking woman
had arrived and was standing so close he could feel her body heat. She
had long black hair in a side braid, icy blue eyes, and none of the
women back home would have ever dared to be seen in what she was
wearing. She must have been at least thirty, and Lenorin found her
almost irresistibly attractive. His mind felt muddled, and he couldn't
be sure how much of what he was feeling was just flight lust. "Yes,"
he admitted.

The woman gave a short laugh, her hand brushing against his and
sending a warm tingle up his arm. "I was planning on staying here
until the end of the Flight, but then I saw you. Are you just
interested in watching, or..." she looked at him expectantly.

"I think I've seen enough." Lenorin pulled her in for a brief, hungry,
kiss, then pulled back, arm still holding her close. "Where can we
go?"

"It's not far."

He let himself be pulled behind her to a green dragon he hadn't
noticed waiting nearby. So she was a greenrider. Before that had time
to sink in, they were both mounted and he had a moment to feel the
rush of wind and marvel at his first ride dragonback before they were
at her weyr and his feet were back on solid ground.

Lenorin pushed her against the wall, fingers and hands insistent. This
much, he had done before, but his motions became more hesitant as
their clothes began coming off.

Perhaps noticing this, the greenrider once again took his hand and led
them toward the bed. He eagerly followed.

~*~ fade to black ~*~

Lenorin had not realized he had fallen asleep until he was waking up
to the new, exciting, feeling of a body pressing against him. Eyes
still closed, he pulled that body closer to him and let out a
contented sigh. He had not quite known what to expect, but that had
been even more wonderful than he could have imagined, and at least one
part of his body was already preparing for another round.

"Was that your first time?" the greenrider asked, eyes still closed.

"Girls at the Hold wouldn't let me do _that_," he immediately replied
defensively.

"I'm sure they wouldn't," she said placatingly. Her right hand began
tracing circles on his stomach, making it hard for him to concentrate
on anything else. "I liked your enthusiasm." She kissed his cheek,
then his neck. "If you want, I'm open to having an arrangement with
you."

"What kind of arrangement?" Lenorin managed to respond, his breath
hitching as her mouth and tongue explored his neck.

The greenrider leaned up on an elbow to look at him, the now-messy
braid resting on his chest. "I show you what I can do, and in turn, I
teach you what women like."

Lenorin didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled her into a kiss, one
hand reaching for her braid.

Her hand stopped him. "Lesson number one: women like being asked. It's
sexy knowing a man is stronger, but isn't using that strength to force
anything."

Lenorin put his hand down, both confused and excited by her calm
confidence. "Ok. I want to feel your hair on me when it's down." His
hand began reaching for the end of the braid again, but paused.

"Lesson number two: No means no." She softened the statement with a
lingering kiss on his lips. "Right now I'm just saying, 'Not now.' I
want to show you something that's easier without my hair everywhere.
So, are you up for this arrangement? Either of us can end it at any
time, for any reason."

"Yes," he replied, eager to get going. "But first, what's your name?
I'm Lenorin."

"Zinaile," she said with a smile. "Now, on to Lesson number three: Yes
means yes."

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