A Hands on Anatomy Lesson

"Eugene, can I see you naked?" Eugene's tea cup, which he had been sipping his morning tea from slipped from his fingers and smashed to the floor.

Ah, fuck yes! But that was not an appropriate answer, especially considering they weren't married. Yet. He ducked under the table to pick up the pieces of china, his head reeling. He figured he should ask where the question had come from, even though he really didn't care. Okay, maybe he cared a bit, considering she'd never been curious before. He came up, setting the broken cup aside and clearing his throat.

"Where did this come from all of a sudden?" Eugene tried to sound nonchalant as he asked. He even picked up his glass of milk to make him look disinterested.

"Those lessons I'm having to take for when we're married." Rapunzel hauled a book up from the floor and slammed it on the table. She opened it immediately to – illustrations of a man's erection and a couple having sex. Eugene spat his milk out his mouth and nose. He brought his hand up to keep the liquid from falling on the book. He quickly wiped his face with a napkin.

"Why on earth are they teaching you this?"

"I told you; they said it's for when we're married. I sort of don't understand it though."

Oh my god, this girl is too cute!

Eugene felt a little lustful. He was curious to learn just what she knew. He disguised it with as a well spoken bit of advice.

"You shouldn't focus on what you don't understand. What do you get?" He knew he shouldn't, but he really could not resist. If he didn't, he might have to re-teach her everything in two months.

"Well, I get that the penis is supposed to go in the vagina, but why move it in and out? Can men not make up their minds?" Eugene held his nose as blood rushed to his face.

GODFUCKINGDAMNIT! THIS GIRL! Eugene swallowed.

"What else do you understand?"

"Uh… oh, that before the penis goes in, it has to get big first. It's called an erection. It stands straight up, like this." She pointed to the picture in the book. "And the woman has to be wet. She's supposed to secrete something that helps the penis slide in and out. They said it's a natural lubrication." She tossed the last bit aside, like it was too technical.

"Right, right." Eugene crossed his legs as his pants got tight. He silently cursed Rapunzel for being so cute. "Anything else?" Rapunzel scrunched up her face.

"Oh, sex makes babies." Eugene stifled a laugh. That was the last thing he wanted to do; embarrass her. "Which actually really surprised me. My other mother said babies come from plants."

Of course she told you that.

"And there's nothing else you understand."

"Well," Rapunzel said slowly. She took her napkin, twisting it and not looking up at Eugene. "They keep stressing that only married people have sex, because it's okay. But the more they keep talking about it, the more curious I get. And I don't want to wait two months until we're married.

You don't want to wait? If only Rapunzel knew how hot and bothered she had just made Eugene.

"Well, yeah, socially speaking, it is okay for married people to be with one another in that way. Being married is a symbol of commitment, a promise that the couple makes to one another that they will spend the rest of their lives together. In some cases, two people want to be sure that the other isn't going anywhere, because there are people in the world who just want sex." Flynn Rider was one of them. But Eugene Fitzherbert wasn't. He reached across the table and took Rapunzel's hand. "That's why people have sex when they're married."

"But you're not going anywhere," Rapunzel said, her brow furrowed. "Are you?"

"No. No, I'm not," he reassured her, "but I told you; it's the social norm for people to be married." Rapunzel cocked her head, her expression blank.

"I still want to see you naked. Just you're penis, really."

Not this again. Eugene's pants tightened again. He asked himself why he was so horny?

Eugene really wanted to say yes to her, but he knew it was wrong. Besides, if she wanted to see it right now, that would be a problem. His pants were still tight. He half wished he could chase her away and he could take a cold bath, but his other half wished she protested to stay.

"Rapunzel, it's not appropriate."

"So? I don't care. You're going to be my husband. I'm going to see you eventually."

Okay, he couldn't argue with that. He sighed in defeat.

"Alright, I will… show you…tonight."

"No, right now."

"Whu, right now?"

"Yeah."

"But, don't you have to rush off to some lesson?"

"Not until this afternoon. We have time."

Oh, fuck. Eugene put his head in his hands. This girl was going to be the death of him. Again.

"Lock the doors," he said into his lap. He heard Rapunzel stand up and cross the room to lock the three doors of their private breakfast room. He looked up to see her next to him. He took her hand again.

"You're sure you want this? Don't answer right away. Are you absolutely sure you want to see me. Sure you don't want to wait until our wedding night? Maybe save some mystery?" Rapunzel waited to answer, only to make Eugene think she had thought about it.

"Yes."

"Alright."

He stood up and slowly worked his belt loose. He undid the buttons down his pants and slipped them off, along with his boxers, though the he had to bend over in an awkward manner to keep the fabric from getting caught. He then stood at full height and waited for Rapunzel to do something.

She just stared. She barely even blinked. She stared for so long it seemed, her almost scrutinizing look made Eugene feel highly venerable, especially with his pants down.

"Why are you having an erection," she finally said at length. Eugene almost laughed.

"Because of you! You and your sudden sex talk."

"I did that?" Rapunzel pointed excitedly to his crotch.

"You do it all the time, Blondie. Every time you laugh or smile or even touch me, I want to be with you."

"But you are with me."

"Not like that." Eugene indicated to the illustration of the couple in the book. Rapunzel blushed. She looked back down at Eugene.

"What is sex like?" Eugene didn't know how to answer her.

"Uh… well, it's like… warm feelings making you shiver." Rapunzel didn't understand, but she barely heard him. His penis was more interesting. She saw it throbbing, blood and veins raised beneath the smooth skin. It was so strange looking. A big appendage with a nut like tip. She tilted her head down to glance at his balls. For some reason, she really wanted to squeeze them. All the drawn men genitalia in her book looked ugly and lumpy and were otherwise an unimpressive part of the body at first look, but when used just right, it made humans. But Rapunzel thought that Eugene's penis wasn't ugly; she was so intrigued by it, by Eugene. She found herself wondering if all men's penises were as big as his. Then she wondered if his would even fit inside of her. She was small. Was her vagina small too? Without even thinking, Rapunzel put her hand up and petted him.

Eugene gasped. His legs gave out from underneath him and he leaned against the table for support. Alarmed, Rapunzel knelt beside him.

"Eugene, are you alright?"

"Fine," he said breathlessly, "but let me apologize in advance." Rapunzel didn't have time to ask why. Eugene suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He pushed her to floor and fiercely kissed her. His lips were hard against hers and she felt her heart beat faster.

Eugene had never done this before and she was a bit frightened, but still curious enough to not stop it. She knew she had the power to, but Eugene had just never done this before! She started to moan through the kiss. Eugene growled in his throat. He snuck his hands under her skirts and spread her legs apart. He pressed his exposed groin against hers, rubbing them together in a strong, forceful manner. Rapunzel's voice caught in a mewl. She felt herself moisten. She bit her lip, trying not to smile. This was the beginning stages of sex. Her heart fluttered with giddiness.

"Eugene, do it," she mumbled. "Come inside me."

"No," he said hoarsely.

"But – " He stopped her sentence by putting his mouth on hers again.

It had taken everything in him to say no. He wanted to enter her so fucking badly. But he wanted to wait for when they were man and wife. It would mean more. As fucking silly as it sounded, he knew it would. But he wasn't going to have all the fun and let Rapunzel feel nothing. With his hands still under her skirts he pressed both of his calloused hands against her thighs. He rubbed them roughly against her smooth skin. Rapunzel seized, sighing deeply. Why did that feel so good? She put her hands on his shoulders, wishing he wasn't wearing his thick leather vest. She wanted to feel his movements.

Eugene had toyed with Rapunzel long enough. He had to give her a finale. Moving his hands back up her thighs, he pressed his thumbs into her. He rubbed them vigorously, pressing further in, stretching her panties.

Rapunzel whined for him to go harder, her knuckles white on his shoulders. He answered. He ground his crotch into hers again, being too greedy with her. Her panties suddenly became soaked and Eugene grinned wolfishly at her.

"Aren't you naughty," he rumbled deep in his throat. Rapunzel didn't know what he meant, but she was breathless. Her head was fuzzy and she was sure her heart was going to explode from her chest.

"That's enough," Eugene said. Rapunzel's eyes snapped open. No, it wasn't enough. But Eugene didn't go any further. He let his hands slide slowly down her legs, letting his touch send shivers down her spin. He leaned against the chair, his knees propped up to his chest. Rapunzel stayed lying on the floor. She let her breathing become even again. She heard Eugene grunting and looked down her body at him.

He was gripping himself, pulling hard. Rapunzel watched him, fascinated. He gave one last, giant grunt, then fell to the floor, his face smashed against it like the first day they met. Rapunzel crawled on her stomach to him and rested her chin on her hands.

"What was that that you were doing?"

"Masturbating," he panted. "I wasn't done, but I couldn't let myself go further with you."

"Oh. Was it enjoyable?"

"It gets the job done." Rapunzel nodded her head. She stroked Eugene's head.

"Is that what sex feels like?"

"No, it feels better than that."

"What could feel better than that?" He raised his head and grinned at her.

"Just wait, Blondie. After our wedding night, we'll both be lucky if we can stand up the next morning."

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"The penis, going in and out? Does it hurt? I mean, you're so big and I'm so small. It won't possibly be able to fit without force." Eugene was silent for a second. Rapunzel thought he was catching his breath.

"It might hurt at first. But it will definitely feel better later if it does. And don't worry, it will fit."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Eugene, why do you move it in and out?" He laughed. "What?" She popped up to look at him.

"I'm not going to tell you. You've gotten a sneak peak, but you're not getting anything else out of me."

"I can't even seduce it out of you?"

"You don't know what seduce means."

"Maybe I do, but you'll never know."

"Please, you don't know how to smolder." Rapunzel imitated his face at him, sticking her lips out to far and squinting her eyes too much. Eugene roared with laughter. He rolled onto his back and sighed. His breathing was still uneven.

Once again, Rapunzel looked down at him. She knit her brows together. His penis didn't look the same. It was smaller (still big, she decided) but it looked lifeless now.

"What happened to your penis? It's not big anymore."

"Blondie, a man can't have an erection all the time, unless he was really horny, but it would start to hurt after awhile."

"It would?" Eugene rolled his eyes at her. She needed better sexual education classes.

"Eugene," he heard her say. He sat up and looked at her. She was staring at a white stain on her dress. "What is that?"

"That," he said, not sure of an answer she'd understand, "is from me. It's for impregnating women. When a man is pushed over the edge sexually, he releases this into the vagina and a woman could become pregnant form it."

"Oh, it's sperm."

"Uh…yes, it's sperm."

Okay, at least she knows that.

Eugene stood up, taking his pants with him. He looked down at them and cursed; his pants had his ejaculation all over them. "Rapunzel, I think we need to change clothes before we go –" as Eugene was talking, he watched as Rapunzel ran her finger through the semen, watched as she raised it her mouth. "Rapunzel!" He put his hand up to stop her, his pants falling down. "No!" Too late. Rapunzel licked her finger, looking wide eyed at Eugene.

"What?" He felt blood rush to his face again.

"Never mind," he groaned. Someday this girl was going to give him a heart attack with her innocence.

"Hm, it tastes like-"

"Don't say it, I'd rather not know." He retrieved his pants from the floor. "I'm going to take a bath. You should too and don't let the maids see your dress unless you clean the stain out." He knelt in front of her. "I don't want anyone to know about this." She nodded her head.

"Can I join you?"

"What, in the bath? Only if it's a cold bath."