“You give really good head.” Em was admiring the great job Zach had done on her hair, looking at him directly in the eyes via the bathroom mirror they were standing in front of.
“I shampoo’d dogs for about six months when I was dating a groomer a few years ago. I found I really got into it, and the dogs did, too. I’m pretty good with full body massage, too.” He was still playing with her hair, tickled at the infinity effect produced by the door mirror behind them. His ass looked okay. “Of course I haven’t really shown you yet what I can do in terms of giving head.”
“The haircut totally turned me on Zach. The shampoo was fabulous, it had to be an eight of ten, and I really dug watching you wash yourself. That was totally hot. You did a nice job between the wrinkles.” She winked at him, an incredibly lecherous grin on her face in the mirror.
“You’re not mad that I juiced my lemon on your back like that? You kept arching it when I was washing your hair.” His lemon, was, in fact, making its presence felt again against her left glute, albeit through the cotton of towel and panties. “And you were just a tiny touch provocative there…..do you always contemplate your nipples that way when you wash, give them that much lazy attention? They’re such a pretty shade of pink.” His breathing was getting heavy.
He suddenly stopped talking and started nibbling her neck, doing his own exploration of nipples through her t-shirt as he embraced her from behind. Pinkness immediately perked up, and she put her hands over his to stop him.
“But I want to flip your switch! I want to find the top turn on, the ten of ten!” He was looking at her in the mirror intently, almost whining.
“What makes you so sure that flipping my switch is ten of ten?” She had intent down pretty good herself.
“That’s my top turn on!” his response was so knee-jerk it shook him. Was it really?
“Is it really?” Em genuinely was curious. In terms of gender issues, the masculine and feminine, Mars and Venus. It wasn’t just Zach or Daddy or an awful lot of human culture. It was about the evolution of humanity.
“I don’t know.” He got very quiet. “No, I don’t think so. No. There are plenty of women I have no interest in fucking. I can flip my own switch damned near any time I want to. Sometimes it’s downright boring. Porn is so dull I never bother with that crap any more. It’s not real.”
“What is it about sex then?” She was turning it back into an intellectual discussion. It was a good place to go with Zach. “I can flip my switch really easily as well. In fact, I could do it all day, probably, if I didn’t get bored with it. When I first figured out how, it was pretty fascinating. It takes a really good fantasy to make it a really good switch flipping, though. At least sometimes.”
That was probably a nine of ten for him right there. So much for intellectualism.
“I want you to want me. I want to be with a woman who is healthy and happy and beautiful and strong and sexual, to pump my seed into her as well and as often as I possibly can.” He knew it was so. Growing up in the midst of ultra feminist culture had led him to admit that to himself long ago. “When I see an attractive woman, I want to fuck her brains out.”
“You want to fuck my brains out?” She smiled at him. She knew her brains were pretty hot, way hotter than her rather skinny body.
“No way, Sunshine. I like your brains, bunches. I want to fuck your socks off.” He looked down at her little woolen lamb socks one of her aunties had knitted for her, and at his big boner, once again invading her personal space. “I can be a good fantasy. I can be real life, really flip your switch.”
She smiled up at him in the mirror. “Ah, so you admit that Sol is a chick.” She did a little bootie rub against his bulge and headed off to get dressed.
“You’re driving me insane, Sunshine.” He called after her.
“Flipping my switch is not what your research efforts are about. They are about turning me on. You’ve made one of those mistakes that Dr. P warned about in her lecture, you’re looking for the answer you want and not the truth.” She called back in the tone of the school mistress.
“So you’re telling me that flipping your switch does not turn you on?” His voice was somewhat resigned, his magnificent member of manhood shrinking back down into clean wrinkles.
“Oh, not at all. Flipping my switch totally turns me on. But first I have to fall in love with you, that’s the challenge. You think just anybody can flip my switch?” She had an interesting tone to her voice, one he’d not heard before. Using all of his senses fully had become part his life experience since the one in South America.
“So, what?” He was completely befuddled.
She walked back into the room, looking fresh as a daisy in t-shirt and cut offs, a big floppy hat hanging from a string around her neck. They were going to work in at the CSA outside of town in exchange for some fresh, organic, eggs and bacon.
“Here’s my take on it. Very early on in our relationship, you started making your masculine play to have sex with me, correct?” She started slowly, she really had been working it out for herself for some time. “You didn’t know me at all, just saw a girl and starting hitting on her.”
“Well, yeah. First it was your look, then the book, then talking to you. You’re smart and pretty and fun and I’d like to fuck you.” He was straightforward, always. It drove his mother crazy, made his father proud.
“And you’re smart and cute and fun and I like you a lot. You’re physically attractive and you turn me on, you’re really good with your hands.” She smiled at him. He smiled back. He’d heard that before, plenty of times. “But I barely know you, really.”
“So, what, I have to be like a childhood friend before you’ll let me flip your switch for you?” He figured he’d get his mind off of actual conjugal sex for the time being. He wanted to make Emily shudder, the way she had him, just by arching her back that way.
“Not at all. What I’m saying is that you won’t be able to flip my switch for me until I’m ready for you to be. Neither of the other boys could, and they tried. I even tried to show them how, it was a mess.” What the hell, he’d seen her naked, he’d definitely exposed some of his own vulnerabilities pretty plainly. She might as well bare it all to him.
“I think it might go something like this. I’m not sure of you yet. For most animal species, and especially mammals and primates like us, it’s pretty important for females to be choosy about their mates. Males are way more open to spreading their seed far and wide, females want a guy who’s got something to contribute. Making babies is hard for women, it’s fucking easy for men, literally. Even though we know, intellectually, that we don’t have to worry about pregnancy and genes and child support, there’s something instinctual involved.”
“I can do it, let me show you. According to the anthropologists, being a really good fuck is a great trait for a man!” He started walking toward her; she help up her hand like a crossing guard.
“You’re not listening to me at all. I can do it, too, easily. Half a dozen times, in no time flat. Speaking of which, we’re due at the farm in half an hour. Unless you want me to drop you off somewhere.” That was another little problem she’d had with her other lovers. Once they got a taste of it, they never wanted to go away, they clung like vines, hovered like guard dogs, wept like babies taken from the breast when she wanted some space. Emily was a woman who needed her space.
The look he gave her was one of such crushing despair that she walked over and kissed him, gently, on the lips. She almost had to tiptoe to do so.
“I’m such a fucking dumb-ass.” His voice was fifty shades of puke green.
“What do you mean?” She was feeling horrible, which she always did when she hurt a boy’s feelings.
“I’ve never really properly kissed you yet.” His chin actually quivered, and a couple tears rolled down his cheeks. “I spooged all over your back and I’ve never even kissed you. My mother would fucking kill me.” He blubbered for a few minutes, like a child. She held him and back patted, let him compose himself and wipe his snot unobtrusively.
“Well, I don’t recall having invited you to kiss me properly before now. I did pretty much invite you to spooge on my back though.” She smiled up at him. He kissed her, properly.
Studying with Emily was awesome.
Linda Brooke Stabler, Ph.D.