Listen To Me: Kissing A Genius Again
This is part two of Kissing A Genius. Although not titled in numerical order (1-2-3) this series has a definite chronological order, starting with "In The Beginning." I advise you to read that story first to understand what is going on.
After Ellen and I had spent the afternoon and early evening indulging our first fevered fondling, petting, and exploratory love making session, we had finally and understandably ground to a halt, at least for a while. We lay there, warm and comfortable resting on her bed, side by side, slowly recovering from our amorous exertions, but it was nice to just lie there for a while and feel her fine soft body next mine. I was what you'd call exultant that I'd somehow managed to make love to one of the cleverest and smartest women on the planet. Not only did she have a genius level I.Q, but she was a stunningly beautiful young woman as well. I got the very strong impression that although she was undoubtedly clever in her own field of expertise, she was rather naive and inexperienced when it came to sex.
I was determined to change that before she left to go home to wherever she currently lived. All I knew was that it certainly wasn't anywhere near where I live, and I was determined to make the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity while she was visiting our local university and city.
It may have been Oxford or Cambridge, or further afield, like Yale, Harvard, U.C.L.A. or M.I.T. Some high seat of learning and research, a place with the academic facilities to offer her, a place to stretch her young mind to fulfil its potential. When you have a reputation like she had at such an early age, all these top academic institutions vie for your attention, offering huge incentives to join their research programmes. However, I still had her within my reach for tonight, and perhaps tomorrow, and possibly Sunday too before she left our fair city, and myself in her wake.
'How do you feel now Ellen?' I asked her as she nestled, naked but comfortable in my arms. She hugged me tighter as if to affirm that she felt good, and was happy being here with me.
'In one word,' she replied, 'wonderful,' and adding to my surprise, 'it's never been that good before.' So, my half suspected virgin wasn't a virgin after all it seems. My curiosity got the better of me, so I thought I'd have little dig around in that brilliant mind currently cradled in my arms.
'Aw, that's shame,' I commiserated. 'I wasn't too sure how experienced you were, so I presumed rightly or wrongly that you hadn't had too many lovers before. I was pretty sure you hadn't, you may even have been a virgin for all I knew.' She laughed, and snuggled closer still.
'No, not quite a virgin, but almost,' she laughed. There was a long silent gap while I stayed silent too, letting her think it through while she gathered her thoughts. 'I had a lover a few years back,' she eventually confided, 'but I know now that he knew nothing... well... he knew a hell of a lot, just not much about making a woman happy in bed it seems.' There was another shorter silence this time.
'And am I making you happy?' I interjected, knowing the answer anyway. She nodded her head vigorously.
'Oh yes,' she responded, smiling up at me again before continuing with her story.
'He was one of my college lecturers,' she explained. 'A bit older... actually... a good bit older than me, and married it transpired. It was okay, the sex I mean, but I suppose I didn't know any better. I felt a little... something... almost a distant pleasure, promising something better, but never quite getting there, he always came very quickly. Just rolled off when he was finished. I thought that was what sex was going to be for the rest of my life. I couldn't see the great attraction in it, for me anyway, so I haven't bothered too much ever since,' she finished.
'He must have been a right useless bastard,'
I thought to myself, given that Ellen was such a quick comer. It didn't take much to make her come, she was as I said already, a natural, a very responsive, sexual woman. I wondered if perhaps the power of the magic word was contributing to her libido, and making these women more responsive, more sexual, and uninhibited than they would otherwise have been. I'd suspected already that this may be the case, according to the women themselves. Little clues, offhand remarks about never being so horny before. Well, the hornier the better I thought, so that was good as far as I was concerned.
'I think you know better now, don't you?' I asked. She laughed and reached for my cock.
'Oh fuck... yes... I can't seem to get enough. From part time virgin to full time nymphomaniac in one afternoon... fucking amazing,' she joked, and this time we both laughed as my cock hardened again in her soft, but insistent hand.
'Did you like it when I sucked and licked your pussy?' I asked her, and she nodded her head.
'Oh jeeziz yes,' she replied. 'I could hardly believe you would do that for me... it seemed so embarrassingly dirty at first, I was really shocked... for all of three or four seconds... but then, oh my god. I'd never felt anything quite like it... amazing... are you going to do that again?' she gulped, obviously excited at the prospect.
'Of course, you have a lovely pussy, and I intend to make good use of it, and make you feel good as often as I can, is that understood?' She laughed, and I asked her another question as she played with my dick..
'Do you like my cock?' She looked at me and nodded with an amused look on her face.
'Yes of course. It seems perfectly acceptable to me,' she said, teasing me a little, but I knew it was a lot more than merely acceptable to her after the way it had made her feel.
