Jamie walked to the restroom. I quickly changed the sheet on the table and put the soiled sheet in my office to be washed at home. The floor was wet around the table. That pee or whatever it was had spayed everywhere, even on my trousers. While she was still occupied, I quickly moped the floor.
I remember thinking that I was in big trouble by causing her to climax with the trimmer and my hand. But what could I've done differently? Was she mad at me? Why did she want us to talk?
After what seemed like five minutes, I heard the toilet flush and Jamie washing her hands. The door opened and she emerged and turned off the light. Much to my surprise, she was smiling and there was a bounce in her step as she walked back to the table. My, what a petite and firm little bottom she had! Maybe I said that before.
"Mark, grab a chair and come over here near me," she said while climbing back on the table. I felt like a schoolboy being disciplined by the teacher. She sat on the edge with her legs dangling over the side. She must have been a little nervous as she started subtly swinging her legs like I sometimes did.
I did what I was told and pulled one of the chairs up near, but to the side, of her so we could face each other. She reached out her left hand and touched my right hand as it rested on the table near her leg.
"First of all, that was an amazing orgasm you caused. It was like a wave crashing over me and I was out of control. The combination of your very soft hands, the pressure you put on my clit and the vibration of that trimmer would drive any woman out of her head. But, I think it's time to establish some ground rules before we go ahead. Okay?"
"Sure. I'm sorry to have caused your discomfort. I didn't think about the impact of that trimmer vibration. Can you forgive me?" She then took my hand into hers.
"I was NOT in discomfort, Mark, and there's no need to apologize. As I told you earlier, I was likely to have an orgasm with all the massaging you were going to do. I wasn't joking with you. I just didn't expect it to be that soon and to have such power. I was out of control."
She continued, "But, I want you to know that before we start again, I'm never going to let you fuck me. Don't even think about it. My pussy is only for my husband and that will never change. He's the love of my life, and I'm absolutely committed to him. Understand?"
"Absolutely. I didn't agree to shave you in order to have sex with you." Well, to be honest, the thought did cross my mind.
"I need to find some way to save this business and to make some money so I can get married and support a family." That sounded like good and pure reasoning, to me anyway.
After a few seconds, she asked, "Have you ever had real sex with a woman?"
That question was certainly not expected. It took a while for me to compose a response.
"Jamie, this is hard to talk about. Yes, I've had intercourse with a couple of women. I've dated many others. I just haven't found the right one that I believe would be a great wife."
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty-nine." I responded.
"I thought you were still in your 20's. You've a long time ahead of you to find true love. I was lucky in that I found my husband when I was in my mid-20's. His name is Robert, but I call him Bobby. All his friends call him Robert, however. He's a big man, about 6'2" and weights over 220. He's the most gentle and loving man I've ever met, but he's imposing when you see him."
"How did you two meet?"
"A girl friend introduced us at a neighborhood block party. In fact, now that I'm thinking about it, she used to date your brother David. That was years ago and long before he got married. I think she was a bit too aggressive and on the wild side for him. But she finally found just the man for her and settled down."
"It really is a small world," I replied. "I haven't met any of David's earlier love interests, but you knew one of them and I only met you a few days ago."
"Oh, it wasn't a love interest. It was for pure sex and lust. There's a big difference." After a few seconds, she added, "You looked confused."
"I suppose I am as I always equate sex to love and vice versa. I hear all the time that so and so made love to so and so which means they had sex."
"True, you hear that, but you can't 'make love.' You can have sex but love is what grows over time between two people. It is much bigger and more complex than sex. True love is a commitment, sex is for the moment." After a pause, Jamie added, "I think you knew that already but just never talked about it to anyone. Am I right?"
"Why is it that you're so open and willing to talk about all of this?" I asked. "You're right, I could never have a discussion like this with a woman and I just met you."
"Someone needs to guide you and I think you're a really nice guy, very comfortable in your own skin, as my dad used to say. Someday that special lady will come into your life, and you'll need to know how to work yourself into her mind so that you have a chance with her for love, not just sex. My help is intended for you and her but you and I haven't met her yet. From everything I've heard, you're a decent guy and wouldn't take advantage of this situation. That's why I'm open and comfortable sitting here, practically naked, talking like this." She smiled.
I said, "Let me finish with the detail trimmer and get on with the oil application, Okay?"
She leaned over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Did I embarrass you? If so, I'm sorry."
"No, Jamie. This is new to me in many ways, and I'm on the steep part of the learning curve. I really appreciate your willingness to help." (I know, it was hokey but the best I could do at the time.)
