I finally woke up at 10:30 to a crushing orgasm. Must have been having an erotic dream.
My mind went directly to Jaxson. I decided not to put any clothes on and cleaned up the apartment a bit and then got out my books to study. We were studying the wisdom literature and were still in the psalms. However, I was getting bored after about 45 minutes and turned to the "Song of Solomon" and began reading.
I had learned that the song was supposedly about Christ and the church, however, as I read it, I couldn't see how something so erotic could be about Christ and the church. I started over again. It seemed to me that it was definitely a love song between a man and his female lover. All the symbolism about body parts and the beauty of the lover and so on. It had to be lovers. Whether it was or not, I fantasized that it was Jaxson and me exchanging love songs. As I read, I stroked my pussy and eventually targeted my clitoris. Needless to say, it was not long until I was coming like crazy, thrashing about and crying out, "Oh, my! Oh, yes!" And so on.
I went and got the dildo and put it in as far as I could and turned it on low to give me stimulation but not too much. Then I went back to reading, thinking how my mother and teachers would find such behavior simply unacceptable. But, as Grindle says, if it feels so good, how could it be so bad?
With dildo running and Bible in hand for reading, I began to tweak my nipples. They were hard as erasers as it was and before long I was having another orgasm.
I laid the Bible down and began to think about last night and what I would say to Jaxson when I called him. What should I suggest we do? A movie would be nice, but not a way to get better acquainted, and I felt a need to know him better. I also had a desire that I did not want to admit. I wanted to get naked with him. I should be ashamed.
I decided to consult with Grindle and as if by just thinking about it, she knocked on my door. I checked to see who was there and opened it stark naked. She giggled and said, "Are you getting brazen or what?"
"Why should I be shy around you? Plus I need your help and I'll have to be naked for you to help me."
"And what sort of help?"
"Well, I think Jaxson and I are going out again this evening. What do you suggest we do?"
"First, tell me how it went last night", she said.
"Incredible. We had the best time. When he brought me home, we kissed."
"How?"
"We just kissed how many ways can you do it?"
"Was it a chaste kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips, a full mouth on mouth with tongue and all. What?" She asked with excitement.
"Oh, it was tongue and all."
She screamed with glee. "What else?" She sort of drawled out.
"We hugged. I think I felt his hard cock. I know he felt my breasts because I sort of squirmed a bit. I pressed my vulva into him and he pressed into me and I felt a very stiff ridge in his pants."
"Oh, my," she giggled and covered her mouth with her hands a bit embarrassed.
"Did you have any orgasms?"
"Oh, my, yes. One before we even got to the restaurant. He came for me on his motorcycle. It vibrated and, as we moved through traffic, I moved back and forth on the seat. I had my hands on his shoulders but wanted to put them elsewhere, it was all too much. So I figured I had to tell him the truth because there would be no hiding it."
"That's so weird. What did he say?"
"Sort of what you just did, but then he told me he had a similar problem. He gets hard over just about anything. While we were talking about this subject, I went into another orgasm and you'll never believe what he did."
"What?"
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," I demurred.
"You have to. What?"
"He made a couple of strange sounds and moans. It turns out he came in his pants."
"No! Really! Harry did that once with me. So what then?"
"He said he had to go to the bathroom to clean up. I'm sitting there in a puddle and he has to go to the bathroom. Is there that much that comes out?"
"Oh, my innocent little friend. Yes, sometimes quite a lot and the more turned on, the more there is."
"How much?"
"Well, it's sort of hard to measure because it goes all over."
"What?" I said in surprise. "How so?"
"Of course, I've only seen Harry cum but when he does it squirts out and hits his stomach. If he cums on me, it is all over my boobs, my stomach, my face, in my hair, everywhere."
"You let him do that?"
"I don't just let him, I ask him to. I love it. Once he does I just massage it in. Of course, then I have to shower before going out."
"Why is that?"
"Well, it smells, you can tell when a person has had sex anyway but if they have cum on them, you know it for sure."
"You can smell sex?" I asked more than a bit surprised.
"I'll bet you smelled it on Jaxson and he could probably smell you."
"That's what I smelled. I thought he smelled different when he came back than before. That was his cum?"
"That and other hormones. Men can smell when women have had sex and orgasms."
"Are you telling me that when I have an orgasm at school the others can smell it."
"Yes, if they know what they're smelling. Harry knows but all the others are such prudes they don't know anything."
I looked at the clock and noticed it was 11:30. "I have to call Jaxson in 30 minutes. Do you have any suggestions of something we can do that will permit us to just get to know each other but will be a safe place?"
"Well, you can go for a walk on the beach. If you get hot, there are plenty of places to stop for a drink or ice cream."
I thought for a moment and she also fell into thought, then suddenly she said, "I know. Mrs F sent you that pretty little bikini. Why don't you ask him to go swimming with you. Wear the bikini. You'll look marvelous in it."
"I can't just wear IT and I don't have anything to wear over it except dotty old stuff."
"I do. I'll bring it over if you decide to go to the beach."
"Also, if I do that I need to shave again. Can you do it for me?"
