Ever since I agreed to allow Chloe to become my sexual mentor, it meant that there were a lot of new and unusual rules that I had to follow.
The first rule banned me from wearing clothes whenever I was in our apartment. The second rule strictly forbade me from masturbating.
The constant nudity and the prohibition against touching myself seemed to be keeping me in a constant state of sexual distress. Of course, that was what Chloe wanted. By chronically stimulating my libido, but refusing to provide daily relief, it meant that my orgasms would be far more powerful when relief finally came.
"Sexual relief isn't a right, it's a privilege," Chloe told me, during the second day of my training.
Earning orgasms was an important part of my training with Chloe. Chloe had written up a training handbook that listed tasks that I could perform to earn myself orgasms. There were dozens of items on the list, but none of them were easy.
A lot of them were related to my old days of ballet training. The first one on the list was to do a full leg extension and to hold it for one second.
Okay, leg extensions are an almost impossible feat that requires balance, strength, superhuman flexibility and coordination. Stripped down to its bare essence, a full leg extension requires the dancer to stand on one leg, while pointing the other leg straight up into the air.
This was the main reason I was doing ab exercises. You need incredibly strong abs to do leg extensions. Your abs basically have to support the weight of your leg while you're pointing it straight up into the air. Most people don't have abs strong enough to pull this off.
It would take time to build my ab strength back up to ballerina levels, so I searched through the training handbook to see if I could find some way of earning an orgasm that didn't require days or even weeks of physical conditioning.
Number fourteen on the list said that I could earn an orgasm by seducing another female.
I asked Chloe to verify number fourteen.
"Chloe, are you actually asking me to have sex with another woman?" I asked.
Chloe looked over my shoulder and read the line in the training handbook that I was pointing to. She nodded her head and said, "That should be an easy one. You're gorgeous. Lots of women around here would be willing to have sex with you."
"But, I'm not gay!" I protested.
"Okay, on a psychological level that one might be difficult for you," Chloe admitted.
"Why is it even on the list?" I asked.
"Some of the tasks are physically challenging" Chloe explained, "Others are psychologically challenging. None of them are supposed to be easy. If the tasks were easy, there'd be no point. An important part of your training is that you're supposed to struggle in your efforts to earn orgasms. I'm expecting you to work hard for every single one."
I suspected that Chloe was playing some sort of trick on me, however I could never get Chloe to admit that she was doing anything sneaky or underhanded.
And I spent every day in throbbing, desperate, sexual need. I still viewed myself as heterosexual, however, I finally reached some sort of emotional surrender where I decided that wasn't important anymore. I was in desperate need of sexual relief and if I had to have sex with another female to get it, that was no longer a problem for me.
* * *
It all happened one morning while Chloe was at work and I had gone out to the drug store on Beach Road.
Now that Chloe had me on an intensely demanding exercise program, I needed Advil to act as an anti-inflammatory. While I was at it, I thought I'd pick up some vitamin C, vitamin D and magnesium to keep my energy levels up. By this point I had completely run out of modirall, so I could no longer to depend on the experimental drug to help combat fatigue.
Speaking of modirall, I had expected to see a huge dip in my sexual arousal levels when my supply of the drug ran out, however, my libido was just as active as ever. Standing in line at the checkout counter, I couldn't take my eyes off the customer in front of me. She was wearing skin-tight yoga leggings and a cut-off t-shirt that let her belly exposed.
She had her dark hair tied up in a neat ponytail, she had long, lean, athletic legs and a perky, O-shaped butt. And her pale-grey yoga leggings were so extraordinarily tight that I could clearly make out the exact shape of each individual buttock as well as make out the tight furrow between her butt-cheeks.
For an allegedly straight woman, I derived entirely too much enjoyment for watching the sway and movement of this woman's perky buttocks as she stood, shifted her weight and eventually walked out of the store. Her buttocks seemed to have a hypnotic hold on me. They captured my attention and would not let me go. I was forced to watch them and could not tear my eyes away, no matter how much I kept trying to tell myself to focus on my own business and not on this woman's cute ass.
After I paid for my purchases, I discovered that the woman in the skintight yoga legs was just a few yards away, ambling leisurely through the store parking lot. I should have immediately begun my walk back home, however, I found my legs walking towards the woman with the perky buttocks and taking the rest of my body along for the ride.
There was a soft, wet throbbing in my loins and my nipples were so hard that they ached. Worse than that, my heart was beating so loud I was afraid that this woman with the perfectly-shaped ass would be able to hear the echoing sound of my heartbeat through the solid barrier of my ribcage.
I seemed helpless to walk away, and I knew I would have to say something to this woman after I'd closed the distance between us. My libido had taken over my legs and forced me to walk over to this woman, however, the speech center of my brain was going to have to shoulder the responsibility of forming words for me to say to her.
What was I going to say?
With every step I took, the distance between me and this female stranger became smaller and smaller. I had less than ten seconds to formulate what I was going to say. Would I be able to come up with something that didn't make me sound like a complete and total psychopath?
"Hi," I said once I had closed the distance, and the woman was close enough that she could throat-punch me if she wanted to, "You and I have never met, so this might sound totally irrational, but I would really love to take you home with me and enjoy hours of right-brained, passionate, hedonistic, guilt-free sex with you."
"Oh wow,"
I thought to myself sarcastically,
"that was smooth and sophisticated."
My highly-unlikely proposal caused both of the woman's eyebrows to raise up, and then she looked me over and seemed to carefully choose her words before responding.
I was worried at first that she took so long to respond, but, at least she didn't punch me in the throat. I decided to take that as a positive sign.
The woman took off her sunglasses before responding, favored me with an amicable smile, licked her luscious lips and said, "Back in my younger days I would have jumped on a tempting offer like that."
Then she held up her left hand and indicated the gold wedding ring on her ring finger and continued, "I just got married three weeks ago. And it seems way to early in the relationship to start cheating on him."
"Oh,"
I said, for some reason feeling genuine shock that she would be married. Then I felt utterly foolish for being shocked and surprised. I mean, she was
gorgeous!
Why
wouldn't
somebody have married her by now?
"Congratulations," I finally responded after spending an uncomfortable amount of time gawking at her wedding ring, "I'm thinking he's a very lucky guy."
"Thanks," she said, her face still split into a bright, award-winning smile. I felt embarrassed that I had attempted to hit on a married woman but was also was impressed at how friendly she seemed after my incredibly clumsy and abrupt attempt to seduce her.
Shortly after that, she got into her car and drove off. Around about the same time, I turned around and walked back to the Renwick Towers Apartment Building.
I utterly failed in my attempts to seduce a total stranger, however I could still feel a throbbing, feverish fire in my loins. As I made my way up the stairs and made it to the fourth floor of my apartment building, I felt an agonizing wave of desire pass through me, hardening my sensitive nipples and causing my sex to throb again.
I needed to earn an orgasm soon. My clitoris was so swollen and hard that it hurt. If I were able to seduce a woman, I could have an orgasm without breaking Chloe's training rules. Just my rotten luck that I ended up fixating on a married woman! A newlywed no less! Why am I so bad at this?
My hands were trembling as I worked the key into the lock of the door to my apartment. My problem was that my entire body was overstimulated. Even without the modirall, my libido was cranked all the way up to eleven. And I was having trouble thinking clearly with my body burning with feverish sexual need all the time.
I walked into my kitchen and set my purse and my drugstore purchases down on the kitchen counter. Then I got myself a glass of ice water and attempted to begin planning out the rest of my day.
I held the class of ice water up to my forehead and sighed. My sexual frustration was such that my skin was feverishly hot. The cool surface of the glass eased my overheated condition somewhat.
