CHAPTER 29

Alex put her book down, peeled the sheet back off my naked body, and looked me slowly up and down—feasting on me with her eyes, lingering on my small breasts with their big pink nipples, and my darker pink, pouty pussy lips—then laid down beside me with her head facing the other way. She raised a knee, propping her foot on an ankle and swinging it up, exposing her rich brown labia to my gaze. My mouth watered. I mirrored her, exposing my little pink twat, and we both leaned in, mouth to labia, to explore each other. Her freshly showered cunt smelled and tasted amazing.

I happily lost myself in Alex-land for almost two hours, finding what she liked, what she didn't, sampling her tastes and textures—just getting to know her—learning the unique architecture of the hood and folds enclosing her clitoris: it was round and stubby, capped with a thick hood that retracted with a tongue thrust to expose silk-thin folds around a tip almost too sensitive to touch directly.

During my long, succulent explorations I managed to secure a pair of elusive Alex-gasms; the first one was shy, hiding at the base of her clitoris, and she helped squeeze it out into my mouth, guiding my hand to her nipple, and showing me how hard I needed to pinch. I caught her second orgasm by surprise, in the open: I hadn't stopped after the first, and Alex was just relaxing and enjoying the sensations, with no particular agenda, when my lips and tongue came upon it, or when Alex came on my lips and tongue, or whatever. Anyway, it surprised us both. It was nice.

Alex meanwhile was meticulously investigating my own machinery of joy, like the curious scientist she was. She hadn't turned up any orgasms, but I was enjoying the attention, the pleasure of her touch, and the inventiveness of her ever-inquiring tongue, which was currently probing the inside of my ass. The sensation was exquisite.

She came up for air and leaned back, all Alex-serious. "Cindy, why are you having sex with me?"

"Because I like you."

"Is that all? It's a lot, actually, but what else?"

She made me really think, at the damnedest times. But I liked it. "You're new to me. I enjoy exploring."

"I haven't given you a climax yet. I haven't really even come close. Am I doing something wrong?"

"I'm purely loving everything you're doing down there, Alex. There isn't a thing wrong with the way you touch me, or tongue me, or kiss me, or…"

She laughed. "Stop. you're getting me hot again. What am I missing? What do you need to reach a satisfying climax? A big one, like you gave me last night?"

I sighed. "It's kind of a long story."

"Tell me?"

I sat up. "All right." And I did—the whole story: about Linda Sue and the little pink dildo, and her boyfriend spurting semen in my mouth at the exact moment she allowed me to cum for the first time; about masturbating at the glory hole while sucking cock after anonymous cock; about Lonni, my lost lesbian she-male lover… even about Twylla putting me on a leash, tying me up, and serving my sex for dessert, and finally about how I could substitute clit worship for cock worship sometimes, and still climax.

Alex was fascinated. More than fascinated. She was rapt.

"Cindy, you are a rare and amazing creature. I think I love you. I know I love the idea of you! But your story's gotten me so hot I cant think. Will you fuck me again, with your finger inside me and sucking that way you do? I think I can really help you. But right now all I can think about is cumming. So help me, first. I want to think clearly about just you."

"You don't need a reason for me to fuck you, Alex. You're orgasms are so pretty. I could eat them for hours."

She shuddered, rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, and opened her legs to me. "Eat one now, please" she said invitingly.

And I did.

I rooted in that beautiful pussy with abandon, licking and sucking for all I was worth. Now I knew just what she liked. My tongue flicked in and out of her ass while my finger circled just inside her wet, slippery tunnel and my thumb rubbed the base of her clitoris repeatedly. She squirmed, pumping her hips against me. Then I let my left hand drift up her body and pinch her nipple, hard, the way she needed, while my right hand impaled her with two fingers deep into her dark, aromatic twat, corkscrewing, lifting her up by her cunt. I popped her clit in and out between my lips, like I was sucking up and spitting out a big watermelon seed, faster and faster, until her whole body contracted, tightened, seized, and then relaxed completely.

Alex wasn't a screamer; she held her breath and squeezed when she came. No pee this time, just Alex sauce,: light, tangy, and almost sweet. I slipped my fingers out as gently as I had shoved them in rough, giving her what she needed both times.

I was still wiping pussy drool off my face with my trusty bandana when Alex popped her laptop out of her overnight bag, set it on her naked lap, and started typing. I looked over her shoulder, but she waved me away, pointing at a binder in her bag. I flipped it open and looked at the title page: "Socratic Transformative Sexual Therapy: A New Paradigm." It was her senior thesis.

The language was a dense jumble that seems to be required for a thesis. I guess if it's too easy to understand, it doesn't seem deep enough, or something. It was actually kind of interesting, but after a while my eyes sort of glazed over.

"Don't worry about it," Alex said cheerfully, closing the binder for me. "You got further than anyone has yet except my thesis advisor. But it's going to get a lot more interesting now that I've met you."

"Me? Because of my …needing to suck cock to cum thing?"

"That's such a small part of it. What's really interesting is how you've adapted, changed and opened up in response to it, and most of all, what you do with it next. Cindy, do you know what you want? Really?"

"No, not really," I admitted. "I have desires, yearnings… but I don't know what I really want, not in the long run."

"Would you like me to help you find out?"

"Hell, yes. Do you really think you can?"

She nodded. "I do. By asking you a series of sexually arousing questions and measuring your response—discovering and revealing what you actually want, step by step."

"Measuring? How?"

"I'll show you," she said smugly, "but we'll need some of my toys."

I watched her fish in her bag for a smart watch, a slender probe, and her iPhone. "With these I can monitor your heart rate, breathing, pupil dilation, and nipple hardening," she explained, putting the watch on my wrist and zooming the phone's camera on my face and chest, mounting it on a little tripod thingie. She slipped the probe into my cunt. "Bluetooth," she said. "Vaginal secretions— very important." She launched an app on her iPhone and typed a few commands into her laptop.

"There's an app for that?" I asked, incredulous.

She dimpled. "I'm developing one. The camera and watch are really easy to access through the API, but getting at the bluetooth data is a cast-iron bitch," she said casually, not really expecting me to understand. "It's still a prototype, but it mostly works."

She pulled on a pair of latex gloves, took out a bottle of oil, rubbed it between her palms to warm it, and spread it lovingly over my labia and clitoris, dribbling a little into my asshole and gently working it in. I shivered. Then she peeled the gloves off neatly and went back to typing on her laptop—no messy oil on her keyboard.

"Right. Let's begin."

Her voice took on a sleepy, droning quality. "Relax, and listen to my voice. I want you to take a deep breath, let it out, and begin to stroke yourself, just pleasuring yourself, with no goal, no destination. Keep your eyes open, but begin to forget where you are. Listen only to my voice. I'm going to describe sexual experiences, as if they were happening to you.