Waking up, chap 13
I went back to the sorority to ponder what I had done. Had I gone too far? I was worried. I had never pushed a submissive that far before, I had never totally OWNED a woman like that before. Had I just ‘bound’ them to me? For life? That would be a disaster.
I got back to the house just in time for lunch. It went well. Delicious and nutritious. I had started a new thing recently: the cooks would set the menu(s) for breakfast and lunch. I reviewed them, and OK’d them. Today was the first time I didn’t review. I complimented the cooks, “nice choice of dishes, they all go wall together taste-wise, and they balance each other nutrition-wise, and not a big bother for you all to cook up, unlike that intricate concoction I did last Sat night for dinner. I am not doing THAT again anytime soon.” That day’s cooks beamed with happiness at the compliment. It turns out that by making that compliment, I started a friendly, well not competition, exactly, but a desire to do well—to show off. All the cooks wanted a compliment on their meal.
I motioned to Lucy that I wanted to talk, so we went in the empty parlor. I quietly said, “Do you and Jenny have time for to give me another lesson this afternoon?” Lucy smiled, and said “Well, we have to do an hour or so of studying, I’m sure we could fit you in.” I replied, with a smile, “Don’t be so sure, I’m not exactly small downstairs.” Lucy blushed. “Oh, you didn’t mean your comment to be a double entendre? Sorry. Really, so sorry.” Lucy laughed. “See you later, when you’re ready.”
Mary was out, my ‘tutors’ were busy studying, I needed something to distract me from my dark thoughts. Aha! I remembered the early conversation at Shirley’s. I picked up my cell, contacted my VOIP phone router (telephoning over the internet) which provided pretty much world-wide free calls, and called the Netherlands.
It rang, a guy answered. I said : “Jens, you little shit! You STILL owe me 3€30 for the stroopwafel that I bought you on Prinsengracht in 2002! Is that the way you treat a guy who got the band their first grammy award! I’d hate to see how you treat your friends!”
Jens started belly laughing, and coughed out between laughs “I paid you back the next week, but you were too stoned at the time to remember, you degenerate, Tiny!” (Jens called me “Tiny” all the time, as a joke, because he was the only guy in the band taller than I was.) “God it’s been too long! Talk to me, talk to me!”
Me: “Hey do you know how to do a “group call” on your cell? Can you patch in Lucas and Mats, so that I can talk to all of you at once? You know how lazy I am, I don’t want to have to tell the stories three times.”
Jens (laughing again): “This from the guy who wouldn’t let us stop, or eat, or go to sleep until we got “Fight!” absolutely, exactly, as you wanted it.”
Me: “Hey, your English has started slipping. Or maybe your brain just doesn’t work as well now that you are an old fart, but “perfectionist” and “lazy” are adjectives that can easily be used to describe the same person.” Jens laughs again, and says: “OK, let me see who is available to talk to the wise, old ancient one. I find it ironic that the guy who is 15 years older than us is calling US old farts. Let me try and connect them in.” Me: “Great! But before you go, have you forgotten that I rarely let reality get in the way of my delusions … or a really nice, fat joint?” Jens laughs again “Still the same Matt, I see. Hold on a little bit.”
So I wait a couple of minutes and Jens has connected Mats and Lucas, my former band-mates. We shoot the shit for about 15 minutes. None of us are married, a couple of them have kids, one has a live in girlfriend and kid. They had all moved back to the NL, from their tax-haven country of residence when they were pulling in the big bucks.
B (for one of the Band, I am lazy): “So you, Matt, no wife, no kids?” Me: “No kids that I know about, there might be a few. (Laughter) But no. And no house. I’m not even renting. I am currently getting free lodging in exchange for cooking duties. Theoretically.”
B: “Please, more details”
Me: “Well, I ended up as a live-in cook at a college sorority, I really can’t complain; the view here, especially inside, is absolutely beautiful.” (Lots of laughs) “And … I think that I may be falling for one of the young ladies. She seems totally infatuated with me. And it’s not just about having sex with a 20-year-old goddess. I’ve had sex with about half the ladies in the house. You know, if you would release a new album, or go back on tour occasionally, I might be getting larger royalty checks and could afford to pay rent.” (Lots of laughter) “Though, to be truthful, if somebody handed me a million Euro, I’d probably still live here. It is a VERY pleasant environment.” (More laughter)
B: “NO MONEY? This from the guy that schooled us on finances and taxes, convinced us to move to, and establish residency in, Romania just before we EACH got a multi-million Euro combo bonus and up-front advance payment on royalties from the record label to get us to sign our second contract, and we got to keep almost all of it because the tax rate in Romania was only 10%. Gee, who was that guy again, who saved us millions in taxes? I find it hard to believe that that person hasn’t squirreled away money left and right, and don’t believe that such a person would be broke.”
Me: “Hey, those millions are invested and are for EMERGENCIES, not ongoing payments like rent, or a car, or insurance!” (Even more laughter)
Mats: “Matt, you know we miss you. Come visit. It has been YEARS since we’ve seen each other. Come on over, spend a few weeks. No, spend a few MONTHS. You remember that night when you first met us in that dive, you told us that we had to give you lodgings if we wanted you to play with us? Well, the offer still stands, at least from me”. Echoes: “and me!”, “and ME!”.
Lucas: “Come on man, it really has been years. Fly on over.”
Me: “Tempting. Um, did any of you buy a house? (unanimous yes) Is it fairly private and secluded? (Another unanimous yes) “Do any of you have a a small garden house, a guest house, furnished?” Lucas: “I do, it’s the only way I would let my girlfriend’s mother anywhere near the property—she is a loud-mouthed, opinionated handful of a woman. You are welcome to use it, anytime you want.”
Me: “Hmmm. A loud-mouthed, opinionated handful of a person? Reminds me of an old friend who I haven’t seen in years, since he lived in Romania.” (Lots of loud laughter, and more jibes at Lucas.) Lucas ”But why an outside house?” Me: “My lady friend tends to voice her appreciation of my attempts to make her happy—VERY LOUDLY. And REPEATEDLY. And swears like a sailor while vocally cheering me on. LOUDLY. So I don’t want to keep you up half the night.” (Even more laughter) “You know, my rusty old brain has just managed to start turning over again. It will soon be “Spring Break” at the college—2 weeks off. I might be able to add on a few extra days here and there. Almost nobody will be here, so nobody to cook for. My lady friend won’t have classes. Hmmm. Let me think about it and come up with a plan. Maybe mid-to-late March? Would that work for everyone? No planned trips then?” (A chorus of ‘Perfect’, ‘no problems, amigo’ and ‘I’ll be here’). Me: “I’ll check with my lady, see if she is amenable. I think I can convince her. Of course, my ‘ace in the hole’ is the line “It’s really a shame that you don’t want to go. You know that this means no sex with me for 2 or 3 weeks while I’m gone?’ I’m pretty sure that she’ll come. Repeatedly.” (more loud laughter) “Hey and the deal has changed—it’s now backwards. I’ll fly over and stay with one of you only if I get to play some music with you all, a lot.” (Laughter, and an “OK, it’s a deal” from everyone.) “Hey, start practicing, nobody wants to embarrass themselves, do they?”
“I’ll check in with whoever answers their phone first with updates, they’ll spread the word. Oh, here’s my email address. It is NOT for confidential stuff. But everybody send me a ‘nice to talk to you’ email, in your own words, so that I’ll have your addresses. And I have a piece of paper, everybody tell me their phone numbers.
So I went to my ‘tutoring’ session in a much better mood than when I walked into the house. I knocked, was invited in. I asked if it was a good time for this. Jenny said “Oh, yes. I’ve been anticipating this since Lucy mentioned it an hour ago.” Then they threw me a curve ball. They demanded that I show them and teach them what I knew about pleasing women. Lucy, with a smile, called it “cross pollination of knowledge”. And I (I had to make the joke) said: “Oh, cross pollination—THAT sounds like a lot of fun!” Lucy and Jenny both laughed.
Me: “Listen, you do realize that this means intimate touching? Between me and you? You did say ‘show us’, not ‘tell us’. Did I misunderstand?” Jenny (blushing and suddenly shy”): “You understood correctly”. I looked at Lucy and said “And you want this for both of you as well?” Lucy (also blushing): “Well, if will make Jenny happy, yes. Um. I don’t mean that she talked me into it, or that I am only doing it because she wants to. I am doing it for the same reason you asked us to tutor YOU—maybe I’ll learn something and be able to make Jenny even happier with a few new tricks.”
I looked at both of them for 5 seconds without commenting, then said “that I a very mature, thoughtful attitude and idea on your parts. I am impressed.” I could see them both relax—they had been tense. “OK, so I have to ask a few personal questions. Sorry. I need to know how to proceed, and for that I need information, so that I can move forward at the proper speed, and in the proper manner.
So first, if you have never had vaginal sex with a male, raise your hand.” (No hands) If you have had vaginal sex with a male less than 5 times, raise your hand.” (No hands) If you have had vaginal sex with a male less than 10 times, raise your hand.” (both hands went up.) If you have had vaginal sex with a male since you left high school, raise your hand.” (No hands).
OK, so what we have here is pretty typical, in my opinion. Let me know if my guess is correct. You have only had sex with incompetent teens, who had no idea really what they were doing, and were only interested in getting their nuts unloaded, took no time at all on your needs, fucked you and dumped you. Does that pretty much sum it up?” (Two heads nod in unison) “Well, I am sure that you have heard … Um, brief Segway here, ladies. I have to comment that this sorority is like the grand central station of rumor and gossip. Is it always like this with women, all the time?” (Both Lucy and Jenny giggled) Lucy said “no, not all the time, but close friends do confide in one another. And here, we are all close friends, so …”
Me: OK, back to the subject at hand (Of course, I had to make a joke. With a pretend horrified look on my face) I said “Oh no, I am not going to have to use my HAND am I?” Which got both girls giggling and lightened the mood even more—they were totally relaxed and at ease about the situation now. “OK, as I am sure that you have heard, I am not like that, and I pretty much handle things fairly well”. Jenny interrupted “from what I have been hearing, you handle it VERY well, and that you really make sure that the woman has a really nice time—usually a really fantastic time. Sometimes repeatedly.” Me: “I can’t promise anything, everyone is different. Well, I CAN promise to try my hardest. Pun intended.” (More giggles)
“OK, when was the last time that you had a full STD panel done?” (But, but … We are lesbians , We don’t fuck men. And we are exclusive.) “So you are telling me that you haven’t ever had sex with someone else, male or female, since your last STD test, except with each other?” (I got an embarrassed look from both). “OK, listen, even though the risk is less than with penile insertion and ejaculation directly into the vagina, the risk is still there. And it isn’t almost zero, it is just ‘less likely’. You can catch or spread multiple STDs via oral pleasure of the vagina, including chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, herpes, hepatitis A, B, and C.” (Horrified look on both gils’ faces.)
“Hey, I am not saying that it is likely, simply that you should get checked. Because at this point, if one of you has something, it is likely the other one does as well. Again, not as dangerous as unprotected sex with a penis, but …. Go the the student clinic and get a full panel workup. Tell them that you haven’t had one done in years, and you want a ‘time stamp’ of good health. So that, if needed, you will be able to prove at a later date that you tested clean at this point in time. In case there are … problems that come up later, you would know who to blame. And warn.” (Both girls nodded, Lucy said “that makes a lot of sense”.
“OK, on the the next set of fun, fun and horribly embarrassing questions! (Both girls laugh) Have either of you ever done a three-some? (No) Well that will probably change soon (we all laughed). “So the IDEA of a penis, or being with a man, doesn’t upset you, make you feel weird, disgust you?” Lucy and Jenny looked at one another, then at me and Jenny said “Well, I don’t know. But the real thing here is that it isn’t ‘some man’—it’s YOU. We both feel comfortable around you, and safe. So with you it isn’t a problem. At all. (Blushing) In fact I am looking forward to it.”
Lucy said “and the word is that you are pretty darn good even before you use your penis. That you take your time to make sure the woman is enjoying herself before even thinking about using your penis. So …” (I couldn’t help myself, again with the joke): “Oh, believe you me, I am definitely thinking long and hard about where my penis is going to be soon!” (giggles) And yes, pun intended. (More giggles) “But yes, I want the woman to be happy, I really don’t need a penis for that, or at least not all the time. Lucy started, “Yes, Mary said that the first time you didn’t OOF” (Jenny had elbowed Lucy hard in the side) Lucy, glaring at Jenny: “She said it in front of 10 of her sisters—she is obviously not embarrassed about it!” Jenny: “and then she put both hands over her mouth, and mumbled ‘I didn’t mean to let that slip out’ from behind her hands”. Lucy: “Yeah, well, that was months ago, the whole house has heard about it, probably even him, AND HE WAS THERE so he already knows about it.”
“So, as I was saying (as she moved out of elbow reach of Jenny) Mary said that the first time not only did you not use your penis, you didn’t penetrate her at all, not even a finger, and she came 6 times. You told her over and over that it was her night, her special night, and the night would be all about her, and her pleasure. Now, nobody has said this, but I think that is the night you captured her heart. It wasn’t about the orgasms (although, they certainly didn’t hurt, I am sure; said with a grin) is was that you just surrendered yourself to making sure that she had the most pleasurable time of her entire life. That you devoted yourself to her. Totally. Anyhow, now that the serious stuff out of the way … , well one more thing. I hope that you realize that every woman in the sorority idolizes you, would trust you with anything and everything, including her life, and is a little bit in love with you.”
Me: “Let’s stop with the serious stuff—I came to learn about cunnilingus! (Laughs) Listen, I am going to run out and get a pussy barrier. (Blank looks from both) “A barrier so that there is no transfer of fluids from the mouth to the vagina, or the other way. (Blank looks). OK I’ll show you when I get back.” I left the room thinking “What The FUCK am I doing? I have a fantastic girlfriend, two obedient sex slaves, and now I am seducing lesbians. You are going to drive yourself crazy, or over exert yourself into an early grave.” I went to my/our bedroom, Mary wasn’t back yet (I really had to find time to process the whole “you captured Mary’s heart” issue. More to think about. Oh joy.) I grabbed a couple of sandwich bags, slit the sides of two bags open, grabbed a sharpie pen and wrote L on one and J on the other, then went back to L & J’s room.
OK, I’ll get back to this later, but a simple introduction: it is a simple sandwich bag, slit down the sides to make a wide, long barrier of plastic so that fluids are not exchanged. Now aren’t you two a bit overdressed for this tutorial session? (Clothes started flying everywhere) Alright, I’ll start with Judy, because Jenny got first dibs on the tongue last time. Lucy, lay down near one edge of the bed, leaving enough room for Jenny to comfortably sit and watch and learn. Lay on your stomach. I moved her hair away from her neck, started kissing the point of her neck where it joined the torso, very lightly. Lightly, barely touching, I dragged a finger from her shoulder to her neck, then up her neck while gently blowing on the little tiny almost invisible hairs that run down from the hair line towards the shoulder line. Kisses so light that maybe she might be imagining them. Then kisses down her spine while I caressed her sides with a finger. When I got down close to her butt, I lightly kissed her sacral dimple (the little dimple at the bottom of the back, right above the butt crack), gently licked it, then blew slowly to make my spit evaporate. Lucy let out a quiet moan. I then kissed my way to her right side and spent a minute kissing my way up her side, while gently tickling all around my kisses. Then I stopped, went down to her leg and kissed and tickled and licked the ‘back of her knee’ (that little indentation behind the knee) and then light kissing on her butt. OK, I had been reading her, and at this point she was horny, primed and ready. So I then spread her butt cheeks and slowly blew warm breath on her butthole. And pushed a small ‘cum’. She “yipped” and then started moaning a little loudly. She said “Oh, don’t stop.” I replied “Don’t be greedy, Jenny needs her turn as well.” Lucy “oooooohhhh ………….” I then massaged her neck and shoulders and then her back. A slow, sensual massage, ending at her butt checks, which I messaged heavily. “oooooohhhh ………….” Then I spread her cheeks agin, and blew on her anus again, and pushed ‘cum’ again. Very LOUD moan.
Me: “Lucy, do you have enough energy to roll onto your back?” Lucy very slowly rolled onto her back. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing slowly, and deeply. I started kissing the tip of her nose, the bottom of her chin, where her jaw joint attached to the skull. On both sides. Then on the front of her neck, from one side to the other, then down to her collar bone, and across it, then down the middle to between the breasts. Then the sides of her breasts, all around. Then I started slowly kneeding her breasts, while using my thumbs to rub her engorged nipples. Then, lightly pinching and pulling on her nipples. I push another light ‘cum’, but it wasn’t a light orgasm. Me: Lucy, are you enjoying yourself?” (Mumbled “oh god yes) “I bet you want me to start licking your pussy and clit now, hmmmm?” (Oh god, please. please. please.) “You said you trust me—may I decide which direction to take? (Yes, but hurry please. I am going to explode.) “I brought condoms. I want to give you your first vaginal orgasm from a penis.” (Anything, anything just hurry. please.)
I grabbed a condom from my pants pocket, slipped it on and said “doggy style. Roll over, on your knees, face buried in the pillow, support yourself with your elbows. You tits should be rubbing the blanket. That’s right, like that.” I slipped in slowly, moaning “Oh God, you are so tight. I love it! Keep your face buried in the pillow, we don’t want to scare your neighbors when you come.” I asked “any pain?” Reply: “No, no, no, it feels fantastic.” And I started the slow in-and-out, mumbling stupid shit like “do you like the feel of my cock? Can you feel it spreading out your pussy lips? Feel it against your G-spot?”. In only about 30 seconds from the time I first penetrated, she blew all by herself, screaming into the pillow for 10-15 seconds. Then mumbling “Oh God. Oh God. I don’t believe it. Oh God.” I said: “Well I’m not done yet, and am going to try to give you another orgasm. And I picked up my pace, and started squeezing and rubbing her ass cheeks because I remember that she loved that as foreplay. I kept speeding up, faster and faster until I was just jackhammering her pussy. Her three orgasms had provided lots of lubrication, especially the third. I was really enjoying myself. I lasted about 3 more minutes, she came a 2nd time, and then a third when I leaned forward and started pinching one nipple and playing with her clit. The last orgasm was the biggest of the day. She collapsed on the bed as I was pumping my load into the condom.
I was gasping for breath as I slowly pulled out, pulled off the condom, and dropped it in the trash can. I looked over at Jenny, who had BIG eyes, her mouth was wide open. The typical look of ‘I can’t believe what I just saw.’ Then she spoke—just two words “Holy Shit”. I said “I’m really sorry Jenny, but after that I am exhausted—I can’t do you today, it will have to wait until next time.” Jen: “If it’s like that, I don’t mind waiting. At all.” Me: “Jenny, it isn’t a contest, everyone is different, everyone advances and experiences and absorbs differently. I got lucky in that I found stuff that Lucy liked. And I used what you and Lucy reminded me of in our first session together. I should take my time. Explore. Try different things to find what she likes. Patience.”
Jenny: “I have never seen her have 5 orgasms before. And that last orgasm was one for the ages. Holy Crap! You are a wizard, or you have a magical cock, or maybe both.”
Me: “Listen Jenny, I have to drag myself to bed and take a nap. Can you please bring me my clothes and help me get dressed, then help me to my bedroom door? I am totally wrung out.” She did. I kissed her on the nose and said “Thx for the help. Next time it’s your turn in the saddle.”
I stumbled in, Mary looked up, then looked alarmed and said fearfully “what’s wrong, what happened to you?” I said “not dangerous, not bad, just exhausted. I need to drink a glass of water and nap until dinner time. Please find somebody to cook. I can’t remember if I am scheduled to cook tonight, but I am in no shape to cook. Please find somebody else.
And I drank my water, climbed into bed and went to sleep for about 3 hours.