Author's Note:
As mentioned in the introduction, there will be chapters in this story that contain little to no sex. The first chapters focused on what might happen to someone with suppressed sexual desires when the floodgates are opened at last, so every chapter had Jessie giving in to those sexual desires. Now it's time for her to recognize that she needs to understand the forces at work here better. She will dial way back on the sexual discovery while exploring more intellectual pursuits. The next chapters will focus more on explaining who Jessie is than on who she is having sex with
They sat across from each other over Sunday dinner. Jessie had come pretty close to being fully recovered since she'd been able to draw on energy from Andrew the day before. Tom was still tired, but otherwise was doing much better. Jessie was still having a hard time coping with how close she'd come to ruining everything.
She knew she needed to be a lot more careful than she had been.
"I really think we need to talk," Tom said to her as they were finishing up their meal.
She looked up into his eyes and immediately started to sob.
"I know," she said. "I am... so... so... sorry."
He moved his chair to be next to her and gave her a hug.
"You don't need to be sorry," he said. "I'm not upset with you, I'm just worried about you."
"Why wouldn't you be upset? Look at what I've done?"
"Okay, I'll look at what you've done. You've finally discovered that you actually have sexual desires that you suppressed all your life and you decided to explore them, making your fiancé extremely happy and giving him the best sex he's ever had. We are talking seriously mind blowing, life altering sex, here. You seduced your lovely, pregnant friend and primed her until she begged me to fuck her. Imagine having to deal with the incredible rush of fucking a married woman who's pregnant with her husband's baby. God! How could I ever forgive you for giving me such an incredible sexual experience?"
"But I've had sex with other people. Surely you're not happy about that?"
"Happy probably isn't the right word," Tom agreed, "but angry is definitely not it either."
"So what is the right word then?" Jessie questioned.
"I think we should get to that complicated question in a different discussion. First I want to address what has me so worried. I'm really worried about what's going on. Are you taking some kind of drug or hormone or something?"
"No. Of course not."
"I guess I'm just surprised by the sudden changes, both physically and emotionally."
"I honestly have no explanation for the physical changes," Jessie answered.
She really had no explanation for such rapid physical changes. It had something to do with the book, which she was not about to mention to anyone, but she couldn't figure out how it was possible. The emotional changes were also tied to the book, of course, but at least it was possible to come up with some other explanation.
"I think that emotionally it's like you suggested," she continued, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation he might accept without talking about magical sex books. "I had a bad experience with a boy at a homecoming dance when I was a freshman, and I think in response I completely repressed my sexuality. When Gramps died I think I started to wonder if I was missing out on a lot of things. I think when I let go of that tight hold I had over those emotions, I probably lost a little too much control. I was dealing with a surge of very powerful emotions I'd never learned to control because I had suppressed them for far too long. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I think so. Not sure how that made what were once world class tits turn into otherworldly tits, but I don't think we're going to answer that right now anyway."
"You think my tits are otherworldly?" She asked, smiling at him.
"I don't think anyone else on this planet has a set that approaches them, so yeah."
He took a moment to cop a feel of one of them.
"Hey," she said, feigning anger, "I thought this was supposed to be a 'talk', not a grope session. You boys are all the same."
They laughed and Tom went to the fridge and brought back two bottles of beer.
"Seriously though," he said handing her a beer. "We need to talk about Tuesday,"
"Tuesday? Why Tuesday?"
"Tuesday," he repeated. "You jumped me the second I walked in the door when I got home. Surely you haven't forgotten that already."
"No, but why is it so important we talk about it?"
"Because I wasn't your first that day."
"You noticed," she had wondered if he'd been able to tell, but he hadn't said anything that gave any indication he had.
"I noticed. I'm assuming that you were careful enough, or at least busy enough to keep this out of your workplace, so I'm assuming nothing happened after you went back to work on Wednesday?"
"You assume correctly," she answered, without telling him just how close she had come to fucking Hank from accounting.
"So I know about Julie on Sunday, Harold on Monday, and Andrew yesterday. That leaves Tuesday. I need to know who you were with on Tuesday."
Shit.
Tuesday was a bad one, no question about it. She'd been so turned on by the wickedness of what she was doing, that she hadn't been able to prevent herself from doing something stupid.
She drank most of the bottle of beer in one go, steeled herself, and then told him all about her trip to the mall.
When she finished it was his turn to finish off his beer and sit for a moment, contemplating what she had told him.
He sighed deeply.
"And that's why I'm worried about you," he said eventually. "Julie and Harold and, to a lesser extent, Andrew are known quantities. They are likely pretty safe, at least from a disease and physical violence perspective. But you're just asking for trouble when you pick guys out at random in the mall. Especially guys like the one you described who are less likely to be getting some on the regular. Who knows what kinds of things he might be doing to get his jollies. It's just not safe."
"I know," she admitted. She was very aware of the danger of the situation. It was in fact one of the reasons it had so appealed to what Jaleh had called her slutty side. "I'm sorry."
"Well," he admitted, "you
should
be sorry about that. It's not like you to be that stupid. You've always been the smartest person I've ever known."
He leaned forward and kissed her gently.
"So I should be sorry for the guy at the mall," she said when he sat back, trying to steer the conversation back to something he said earlier. "But not for Harold and Andrew?"
"Well. That's a different conversation." He said.
"Yes," she agreed. "And now I want to have it. You said you weren't either happy or angry about that. So how would you describe it?"
"It's complicated," he replied. "It's a conflicting swirl of emotions that I can't really explain any better than you can explain how your tits grew almost over night. For now, let's just suffice it to say my desire to fuck Julie was not the only reason I agreed to the conditions you set."
"C'mon," she prodded, "you've got to give me more than that."
He stood and shook his head.
