Bob walked Lori
out and off the center grounds, out into the desert, which, for him,
symbolized her sex life ... a barren wasteland. The
conference center, which represented everyone else's sex life, and was
bright and modern and comfortable, was within sight, but "over
there". He wanted her in an inhospitable place to begin
their talk.
She was light on her feet, young, agile, and full of energy.
"What shall we talk about?" she asked, almost formally.
"I'd like to
hear about you," said Bob. "Where you grew up, what your parents
are like, if you had a dog, or another pet of some kind, who you felt
close to ... things like that," he said.
"Oh," she said, apprehensively. "That would be boring, probably."
"Not to me," said Bob. "I'm interested in you."
She cocked her head and looked at him. "Like a patient, you mean."
He shook his head. "Nope. As a young woman."
She stopped. "Why?" she asked.
Bob stopped
too. "Well, let's see. You're a young and vibrant
woman. You must be intelligent, because you're only twenty three
and already a real teacher. You're pretty in a way that appeals
to the man in me. How's that for starters?"
She seemed to be chewing on all that mentally.
"I'm not really
a teacher," she said, almost sadly. "Not yet anyway. I mean
I graduated, and I've been hired, but I've never even seen my
classroom. They sent me to this seminar before I even reported
for work. I thought I was going to teach Social Studies, not Sex
Ed."
"That must be a scary thing," said Bob.
"Yes!" she said. "It is. I'm scared of lots of things."
"We can talk about those too," said Bob, "if you want to."
"I wouldn't know
where to start," said Lori sadly. "I'm really glad I got away
from my parents - they're scared of things too - but when I left, I saw
such odd things ..." She stopped, her mind whirling, unable to
pick one of those strange things she'd seen to talk about.
She thought back to what he'd said earlier.
"I had a dog back home," she said hopefully. "His name was Buster."
"Are you going
to get another dog when you get settled?" asked Bob. "Or maybe go
back and get Buster and bring him to your new home?"
She looked shocked. "I never even thought about that!" she said. "I could DO that ... couldn't I?"
"You're an adult, out in the big wide world," said Bob. "You can make all kinds of choices now."
"I really CAN
... can't I!" She looked astonished, somehow. Bob wondered
how she'd ever made it through college. It had to have been
a cloistered school of some sort, where she was protected.
"Where did you go to college?" he asked.
So she told him
about her school, and how different it had been from home. That
got her talking about home, and what that had been like. Through
it all, Bob noticed she never said a word about sex.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" asked Bob.
She was more comfortable now, and they were walking again, though to no particular destination. "Sure," she chirped.
"You're going to
teach sexual education, when you get to your new
school. What was your own sexual education like?"
She threw up her hands.
"I don't know
BEANS about sex!" she said heatedly. "My mother told me
such horrid stories about what happens if you have sex that I was
scared to death to even look at a boy. Not that there were
any around. My school only had girls in it. Some of
them went out with boys. They said they did things, but I didn't
really believe them. At least, not until last night."
Bob decided not
to ask her about what happened last night. She looked upset about
it. It would come up later, he knew.
"Tell me what your mother said about sex," suggested Bob.
She did, at
length, and that led to some of the things the girls in her college had
talked about. She was obviously torn between being properly
horrified, and curious. She stopped again, and looked at
Bob, like she was afraid.
"If I tell you something ... you won't make fun of me ... will you?" she asked earnestly.
"Never," said Bob firmly.
"Last night ...
in my room ... there was this TV show on. I never saw
anything LIKE it before! There were all these people and
they were naked and making movies and one of the women gave this man a
BLOW job ... right there in FRONT of EVERYBODY! I
heard about them in school, and it sounded SO nasty ... I didn't
really believe anybody would DO that!" She looked confused.
"But these people on the TV ... they looked like they were having
FUN!" She looked at him imploringly. "Until last
night, I never in my whole LIFE saw a penis ... and on the TV there
must have been five or six of them, all at one time!"
"How did that make you feel?" asked Bob, keeping his face straight.
"Scared," she said instantly.
"Why?" asked Bob.
"I don't
know. I got all these funny feelings in my body, like I was
nervous or something. I wanted to get up and move around, but I
couldn't take my eyes off the TV. I had to go, but I didn't want
to miss anything. I almost peed my PANTS until I finally couldn't
take it and went to the bathroom!"
Bob turned. It was about time to begin wandering back toward the center.
"Those feelings
in your body," he said, "are caused by all kinds of hormones that your
body makes, and releases. They're designed to help your body get
ready to have sex."
"But I don't want to have sex!" she squealed. "Why would my body do that?"
"Remember that
genetic imperative I was talking about?" he reminded her. "Man
and woman were made, genetically speaking, to have sex. It's
normal. What your mother was telling you was her attempt to
protect you from having sex too soon in your life."
She looked at him, her eyes worried. "So, you're telling me my body wants to have sex?"
"Uh huh," he
said. "But that doesn't mean you have to. Those
feelings won't go away, but there are ways to handle them without
actually having sex with somebody."
"You mean like
the girls at school talked about ... by ... touching yourself." she
said softly. "My mother said that will cause you to go
insane."
Bob didn't
laugh. "Sometimes you feel like you're going insane, but that's
just hormones and emotions. Like when you were watching TV last
night. All that energy you felt was just hormones and emotions,
looking for an outlet. If it makes you feel any
better, I've masturbated for years and years, and I don't think I went
insane."
She stopped again, looking at him wide eyed. "Really? You do that?"
"Sure do," he
said. "I don't have a special lady to help me with all my own
emotions and hormones, so I have to take care of that myself."
She seemed to
want to think about things, so Bob steered her toward the
cafeteria. She didn't seem to mind the touch of his fingertips on
her elbow, or the middle of her back, and she smiled and thanked him
when he held the door open for her. He noticed that several
of the other couples were already at dinner. The pairings
he saw didn't surprise him too much, based on his earlier
observations. He smiled at Crystal, but only got a steady
stare back.
It was during the meal that Lori started talking again.
"You know, after
I got to college I knew my mother was being a little paranoid about
things. I don't know too much about my grandparents, or what they
were like and all that, but in college they told us that we raise our
kids like we were raised, because that's the only thing we
know. I bet my grandparents told her all those things about
how nasty sex is and all that."
"I suspect you're right about that," said Bob.
"And what I see
now tells me that something is wrong. Her view of sex, and
what I heard about in school and saw on TV just don't match.
Somebody is wrong. I just don't know who."
Bob
nodded. "Most kids get to experiment with members of the opposite
sex, when they're young. They learn, like the rest of us, by
trial and error. By the time they're your age, they've had their
hearts broken a couple of times, but they have some idea of what it
feels like to be in love. Most people your age have tried sex, in
one way or another, and know how they feel about that too.
The way you were raised didn't let you do any of those things, so I
wouldn't feel too badly about being confused."
"So, what do I do?" she asked helplessly.
"Well, I think
some experimentation is in order," said Bob. "You need to
find you some nice young man, and get to know him. He'll probably
be more experienced than you, so he'll want to go faster than you will,
but if you communicate with him about that, you should be able to
experiment with him and find out some of the things you missed when you
were growing up."
She
frowned. "But I won't even get to my new school for another
month, and then I won't know anybody, and I'll be busy. I have to
find a place to live, and open a bank account and all that. Then
school sill start. The kids I have in my classes will have more
experience than I do, at least according to you. I want to
be a good teacher, but I'm afraid I'll be too stupid to do a good job,
especially in sex ed!"
"You have the
rest of your life to learn things," said Bob. "And they'll
provide you with a curriculum for your classes. It won't be so
bad. You've done fine so far, haven't you?"
"No!" she said
vehemently. "I never even imagined people could be like
they were on that TV show. I thought all sex was done in private,
and only to make a baby. I didn't even think my parents HAD
sex after I was born. Now I'm finding out my mother lied to
me, and the world isn't like that at all!"
"Your mother
didn't lie to you, exactly," said Bob, putting his fingertips on the
top of her hand. "She just told you what she thought would
protect you."
Lori was staring
at his hand, touching hers. She didn't move her own, but
she looked so intense that he almost moved his away. She looked
up.
"One of the men
... on that TV show. He was standing there, getting ready to have
sex, and he was rubbing his penis. That's masturbating ... right?"
"Yes," said Bob.
"Why would he do that, when he was about to have sex?"
"It feels good
to rub your penis," said Bob. "That's why I do it. It just
plain feels good. And if I do it correctly, I can have an orgasm,
and all that sexual tension is released."
She stared at
him. Until this very moment, had some man talked to her
this frankly, she'd have screamed bloody murder. But Bob seemed
so normal ... so unthreatening.
"Instead of me waiting to find some man," she said, looking at him. "You could teach me."
Bob did move his hand then. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said softly.
She sat up
straight. "Of course it is!" She actually wiggled in her
seat. "You're older, and more experienced. You already know
how scared I am about all this, and how stupid I am about sex.
You're patient, and nice and I don't think I'd be so scared with
you. I feel like I could communicate with you really easy!"
"Sweetheart,"
said Bob softly, "This is a big step you're talking about
taking. Things happen very fast, even when you try to take
them slowly. Sex can be overwhelming for someone like
you. And we only have a week. You need to be
able to stretch things out, and take months to get to know each other
and move forward slowly."
"Nobody ever
called me sweetheart before," said Lori. "That just proves
how nice you are. You have to help me, Bob. I
have so many questions, and there's so much I don't know, and I want to
be a good teacher."
Bob gave it another try. "You don't have to be sexually experienced to be a good teacher."
"I know that,
but I'd be a better teacher if I knew more than I do now." She
looked at him with serious eyes. "Besides, you said I was
attractive. Did you put me in the 'acceptable' group, or
that other one you were talking about, where you're not interested in
me after all?"
Bob just looked
at her. What did he do now? He'd been interested in
finding out more about her, because she seemed almost crippled by her
innocence. His plan had been simply to loosen her up a
little, to get her to look at the world as a place that had lots of
options, and get her to think about some of them that she might not
otherwise have contemplated seriously. She had already done
that, taking a leap of a light year, instead of the small step forward
he'd had in mind. He suddenly had an mental image of the future,
if he denied her what she was asking. He saw her throwing herself
at every man she met, trying to find one who would help her get
experience. Most men would be happy to "help" her, and
she'd be used and abused in the process.
Before he meant
to say anything, he heard his voice say "OK." He jerked his
thoughts back to the present. "I'll help you explore, but only a
little bit. We can work on how to conduct yourself in social
situations, without committing yourself too far, too fast.
How's that?"
"We can start tonight!" she said excitedly. "What do we do first?"
Bob looked at
her. She was wearing clothing that was gray and almost lumpy
looking. "Dowdy" was the term applied to such clothing in an
earlier day. Her hair had been washed, and pulled back, to
lie behind her ears. Her braces gleamed in the light of the
cafeteria.
"Let's go shopping," said Bob. "We'll get you a new outfit, and spend more time talking, like we were on a date."
She stood up, her meal forgotten. "OK, let's go," she said eagerly.
Bob drove her to
Phoenix, to a mall. She'd been to malls with some of
the girls in her college, and Bob found that she was a mysterious
mixture of being both sadly out of date, and fully capable of
negotiating the masses at the mall. He was reminded of the
Tarzan story, where the young man was brought from the jungle, to the
city, where his skills put him ahead of people in some situations, and
his ignorance made him completely helpless in others.
She had no idea
what kind of clothing to choose, even though there were people all
around her dressed in all kinds of clothing. Bob helped her
pick out a plum colored skirt, and a blouse with matching colors in a
light floral design. He felt like everyone was staring at
them when he took her to the lingerie section to pick out
undergarments. She gravitated toward the basic, plain bras,
and he encouraged her to move to the racier, sexier garments.
"Why would that matter?" she asked.
"I want you to
feel feminine and attractive," he said. "Knowing that, at some
time, some man may see you in these undergarments, I want you to think
they make you look sexy too."
"I'll never look sexy," she said, as if it were simple fact.
"You already are sexy," he said gently.
"I am?" she was clearly surprised.
"You are," he
said. "When I first saw you I put you in the acceptable
category, but then took you out because you were so much younger than I
am."
"You did?" Her eyes were big.
"I did," he
confirmed. "For purposes of this experiment, you're not too
young any more. People will probably think I'm your uncle, or
older brother, but that's OK. Who cares what people think?"
"I have an
uncle," said Lori. "He gets in trouble a lot with my
parents. He's wild and crazy. I like him."
"We can talk later," said Bob. "Choose something frilly and lacy."
"I can't," she moaned. "You choose for me."
"OK," he said, "but I may choose something really slinky."
"I don't care,"
she said. "I don't know how to do any of this. You
just do it, OK? I'll wear whatever you pick out."
Bob made three
selections and handed them to her. She wasn't paying attention,
having been distracted by a display of earrings. Bob picked
out a pair that had three dangly ropes, about an inch and a half long,
that sparkled. He handed them to her too, and, when the
sales clerk suggested the matching necklace, threw that in as well.
"Let's go," he said. "This is my treat. You're a struggling young teacher, and I'm your date, so I'll pay."
"This is too much!" sighed Lori. "You're spending too much."
"It's all just
part of my plan to get you naked and horny." He smiled as
her eyes opened wide and she looked startled.
Then she grinned. "Oh ... you! You're just funning me! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
Bob paid for the
items. He hadn't been teasing her at all. He
did plan on seeing this young woman naked. That might be all that
happened, but he wanted her to know she was attractive ... to see lust
in a man's eyes when he looked at her. Bob could handle it
if nothing else happened. If she accepted his advances,
then he'd think about being ashamed for seducing her. He had been
chosen as an extramarital partner before ... many times, but those
situations had been different. This girl was the picture of
innocence, and he needed to be careful with her, or she'd get
hurt. He didn't want that, though the thought of her in the bras
and panties he'd picked out painted a very sexy picture indeed.
The next stop
was the resort beauty shop, which had an on-call beautician named
Heidi, who doubled up as an additional bartender/waitress in the
bar. She was more than happy to get away from the smoke and
noise, and see what she could do with the mousy young woman with
Bob. Heidi knew Bob, and knew what kind of seminars he
gave. She had served many of his customers, and had heard many of
their stories.
Heidi spent an
hour and a half on Lori. She did a good job. In fact,
thought Bob, as Lori walked hesitantly out of the little beauty shop
under one of the stairwells, she did a GREAT job. Lori
wasn't so sure about that. She'd taken her new purchases into the
shop with her, and when Heidi found out about it, she went the extra
mile and dressed Lori too. She wouldn't have been
recognized by her own mother. That was a good thing,
because her mother would have had a heart attack, if she'd seen Lori
now.
The blouse was
cut to scoop low over breasts that, before they were supported by a
push-up bra would have been just fine anyway. With the bra,
they were spectacular, perched on such a small frame, particularly
since the necklace, nestled in her cleavage, drew one's attention
straight to them. Heidi had ignored using a razor, and used
a depilatory on Lori's legs. She shaved them infrequently, only
learning to do so in college. Nobody noticed, both because she
had such fine and light hair on them, and because nobody ever noticed
Lori anyway.
That would no longer be the case.
The skirt hugged
hips that were rounded, but smaller looking than her bust.
Her hair had been swept up, somehow, exposing her neck, and was held in
place with clips that, amazingly enough, went with the hues of the
skirt and blouse. The earrings dangled and sparkled, drawing the
view naturally from the other shiny thing about her face, namely her
braces. Bob couldn't see those now, because Lori wasn't
smiling. She looked terrified. That, the
glasses, and the tennis shoes she was wearing were the only things that
spoiled the view. He couldn't do anything about the
glasses. He'd recommend that, when she started getting paid, she
look into contacts.
Bob hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. "We forgot shoes," he said.
Heidi
sniffed. "Men!" she snorted. "Can't depend on them for
anything." She turned to Lori. "Just go barefoot,
honey, or slip into some sandals or something. Nobody's going to
look at your feet anyway."
"I look weird," said Lori, almost trembling. "I don't look like myself at all!"
"You look
fabulous, honey," said Heidi. "You keep an eye on Bob, now, you
hear me? He's got some funny ideas, and with you looking like
this, he might get a little feisty." She grinned.
Lori looked up
at Bob, through eyelashes that were suddenly longer, and fluttered
below eye shadow that also went with the clothing.
"Wow," Bob said softly. "You outdid yourself, Heidi."
"I gave her the works, since you're paying." She grinned again. "I'll still expect a tip, though."
"You'll get one," he sighed. "Lori, you look great."
"Really?" her voice was high.
"I'd tell you to
walk her through the bar," said Heidi, "but you'd probably have to
carry her half of that distance, once she sees how they boys look at
her now. So that's probably not a good idea.
I'd be honored to mix you a drink, though."
"Maybe one," said Bob, holding out his hand.
Lori took his
hand and stepped forward. Then she stopped and looked down at her
feet. She kicked out of her tennis shoes, took her hand from
Bob's, pulled off her socks and stuffed them in the shoes. Heidi
picked them up.
"I'll just put
these in a bag, with the rest of your stuff, and meet you in the bar in
a minute. I'll leave everything at the desk and you can
pick it up later."
Lori sat on the
bar stool with some difficulty. Part of that was because
she was so short. Mainly, though, she didn't know how to
sit on a bar stool while wearing a skirt that was showing three inches
or more of the flesh above her knees. She only paid
intermittent attention to that, though, because she was so involved in
blushing. Bob had spoken to the male bartender, telling him
that Heidi was going to get them something in a few minutes, and then
gone off to the bathroom, leaving her alone at the bar. In
the three minutes he'd been gone, three men had come up to her.
One had said the most disgusting things she'd ever heard, while the
other two had just asked her if she was alone, and wanted
company. She was sure her response, such as it was, had made them
walk away.
She hadn't said
anything. She hadn't been able to say anything. Her
voice wasn't working after the first man suggested that his ten inch
prick would ruin her for any other man, and invited her to take his
room key. She had no way of knowing that her stare was
interpreted as something vastly more sophisticated than it was, or that
the men, when faced with those blue eyes, felt suddenly
vulnerable. A fourth man was approaching when she saw Bob
coming back.
"Hey, sweet thing," said the stranger. "You shore look lonely, sitting there all by yourself."
"I see you've met my niece," came Bob's voice from behind the man, who turned quickly.
"Oh ... uh ... sorry," said the man, backing up. "No offense."
"None taken,"
said Bob smiling. "Her husband is a professional wrestler,
though, and he might see things a little differently."
The man's face blanched and he turned and walked away.
"You OK?" asked Bob, sitting down beside her.
"They ... they ... they came up to me," she said weakly.
"I should have waited until Heidi was here to leave you alone," said Bob. "Sorry."
"One man," she panted. "He said he had ... he said it was ... ten inches long!" she whispered, leaning toward Bob.
"He was lying,"
said Bob calmly. "It's OK now. I'm back. Nobody
else will bother you. You need to think about it before you
dress up like this again, though, if you're going to be out in places
like this alone."
"I can't believe it," said Lori, her eyes darting around.
Heidi was
suddenly in front of them, smiling. Lori had never had anything
other than beer, smuggled on campus, and which she hadn't liked at
all. Heidi mixed her a whiskey sour, with not too much
whiskey in it, and a Tom Collins for Bob, who had ordered them before.
It took her
twenty minutes, and two more whiskey sours, to calm down, and get used
to the idea that all the men in the place were darting glances at
her. When he thought she'd had enough, he suggested they go
for another walk.
When they got
outside, she was much more comfortable, even though she was walking
bare footed. Because of that, they stayed on paved
surfaces. Bob got her talking about school, again, getting
more details about what the other girls had talked about, and which
subjects she liked the most ... just light chatter. Several times
they walked by other people. Both men and women gave her more
than a single glance. She noticed.
"People keep looking at me," she whispered.
"You're beautiful," said Bob.
"That sounds so
strange," she sighed. "That man ... the one in the bar ...
he acted like he expected me to just leave with him."
"Some men will
hope for that," said Bob. "I wouldn't recommend doing it,
though. You need to wait for a man who will respect you,
and pay attention to who you are, rather than just how you look."
She looked over at him. "Like you?"
"Younger than me," he smiled. "Probably."
"You told that man I was your niece," she said. "I kind of liked that."
"It was to get him to back off," said Bob.
"I know," she said, showing that she was thinking again. "But I liked it anyway."
"Let's eat something," suggested Bob.
They went to the
outside bar, this time, ordered sandwiches, and ate right there
at the bar. The bartender, a young man named Tony, flirted with
Lori. She didn't know how to react, but, while Lori was gone to
the bathroom, Bob explained that she'd led a very sheltered life, and
that Tony's flirting was doing her good. When she came back, he
kept it up, coming back to talk to them whenever he wasn't serving some
other customer. Eventually, Lori relaxed a little. It was a
small step forward, the kind Bob had had in mind for her, and he was
glad it worked out that way.
When they'd
finished, it was after ten, so Bob suggested they call their first
"date" to an end, so they'd both be alert in the morning.
"That's it?" she
asked, looking vaguely disappointed somehow. "I got all
dressed up like this and all we did was walk around and talk?"
"We had a meal too," said Bob, smiling. "A first date should be something light and non-threatening," he added.
"You'd never be threatening to me," she said.
"You haven't
been out in the desert on a blanket with me." He grinned and
twirled imaginary moustaches. That was completely lost on
her. She hadn't seen the stereotype villain on TV that he'd
watched as a kid.
"I'm sure you'd be a complete gentleman," she giggled.
"With you
looking like that," he said, leering, "I'd have been anything but a
gentleman. I'd have been like that guy in the bar."
She was
innocent, and, to be honest ignorant, but she wasn't stupid. She
had a good head on her shoulders, and she caught on to things quickly.
"Oh?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "I suppose you'd be ten inches long for me too?"
"Of course not," he said, looking offended. "I wouldn't cut an inch off for any woman, no matter how much I liked her."
She laughed, pleased that she'd gotten the joke, and he laughed with her, for the same reason.
"You have to
kiss me good night," she said. "That's what happens on a
date. I used to watch the girls kiss the boys, out under the
porch light, when they got home from a date."
"I thought you said you hadn't even kissed a boy yet," said Bob.
"I haven't," she
said without a hint of embarrassment. "But that's only because I
never went on any dates. Now I have."
Bob fell into
bed and rolled onto his back. He was stiff as a
board. He'd taught Lori to kiss, and, somehow, it had taken
another hour and a half. They'd started outside her door,
and somehow ended up with her sitting on his lap in the easy chair in
her room. He'd kissed her lips, and throat, and her ear
lobes too, once her earrings were off. He'd kissed the top
of her chest too, where her cleavage started. She'd loved every
minute of it, and the urge to just stay there had been strong.
But, excited as
she was about kissing, she wasn't ready for more. Not
yet. If things kept going like they had this night, she
would be. There was a lot of pent up passion in that girl.
She'd gone from first kiss to French kiss in the short space of about
ten minutes, and she kept coming back for one more kiss. It
had been strange to feel her braces with his tongue, but it didn't
matter.
He fisted his
cock and brought himself off quickly. He needed to get to
sleep. She wanted to eat breakfast with him in the morning.
And she wanted to go on another date tomorrow night.
