Romantic fiction is full of tales of people having rapturous experiences the first time they make love. In reality, losing your virginity is often unsatisfying, or even unpleasant. Here in Chapter 20, we see it happen in a positive way.
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One afternoon Zippy and I had a particularly nice time making love. She seemed even more excited than usual. It was always nice to spend time with Zippy. She exuded a wonderful energy that always made me feel better about everything.
As usual, I was laying flat on my back, recuperating, while Zippy bounced out of bed to fetch drinks from the kitchen. The foundation's videos on diet and exercise had converted Zippy from a consumer of sugary soft drinks to flavored water with added vitamins, fruit juice, and no added sugar. Instead of burgers, she ate wholesome meals she and Mindy cooked together. I'd turned them both into non-smokers.
She jumped into bed from across the room and handed me a smoothie. "That was great, man," she said.
"You did all the work," I said.
"But it was still great, man," she said.
I did not intend to argue. It had been pretty great, but Zippy deserved every bit of credit for that. Making love to Zippy was like having sex with a hurricane. She was a force of nature. I sometimes thought she needed a trampoline instead of a mattress.
"There's something I want to ask you," she said. "I could use some help."
That got my attention. Clients of the Gaia Foundation came to me all the time saying "I could use some help." In almost every case, they had a legitimate need for something that was easy to provide. "You have my complete attention," I said. "How can I help you?"
"This is kind of delicate," she said. Zippy was the most blunt woman I'd ever met. I couldn't imagine a topic she'd consider delicate.
"Go on," I said.
"It's Mindy. You know that she and I . . . get together, right?"
"Yes, I got that impression," I said. It was obvious that Zippy and Mindy had an intimate connection. I'd imagined that they were probably lovers. Zippy explained that they didn't consider themselves to be lesbians or bisexual. They thought of themselves as heterosexual women who were fluid, and who needed each other. There were some mysterious things in their past - bad things - and they'd comforted each other from the time they were children. At some point that closeness evolved into a kind of love affair that was 90 percent platonic and 10 percent sexual.
"We like each other, and we're really glad we can sleep in the same bed every night. Thanks again for that," Zippy said.
"You are welcome. Both of you."
"Right. But she's not enough for me, and I'm not enough for her. We like men." Zippy reached down and took my soft cock in her hand. "I don't know what I'd do if you didn't give this to me so often, man. I need this. I need it a lot. It's wonderful knowing such a nice guy who lets me use such a nice cock."
I'm sure there was an appropriate response to that, but I couldn't imagine what it was, so I didn't say anything.
"You are doing a great job taking care of me, but nobody is taking care of Mindy. Things have actually gotten a little worse for her since I started hooking up with you. I've spent a lot of time bragging about you. How nice you are as a guy. How nice you are in bed. I know now that I was making a mistake that just made Mindy feel bad, because she doesn't have a guy at all."
"Zippy, a girl as nice as Mindy can have any guy she wants," I said.
She gave me that look women give you when they think you have no idea what you're talking about. "It's not that easy, man. I hooked up with a couple of real dopes before I met you. Nice guys are rare. Most of them are taken." She gave my cock a nice little squeeze. "It's not that easy finding something like this, man."
"I get the impression you have some idea about how to help Mindy. Why don't you just tell me your idea?"
Zippy paused. She looked embarrassed, which is a look she doesn't have often.
"We'd like you to have sex with Mindy."
