May I Give You an Orgasm - Ch. Two
Previously: Chris's sexual energy led him and Megan to break her chastity vow. While she was a willing participant, she now has regrets and is upset. This is a work of fiction, and all characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Eighteen-year-old boys are not known for their grasp of emotional context. Chris knew he should say something... but what?
"You're crying," he lamely observed.
She blinked her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheek. "I'm so confused. I don't know what to think. It was wonderful. I loved having you inside me. But I don't know why I broke my vow. I was not going to have sex until I was married. At least that's what I promised myself. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was unrealistic. But I couldn't stop. It was almost like being at the top of a long slide and feeling myself beginning to slip down. I wanted to stop but the... the momentum just took me. I really didn't want to have sex, but then I really did. I have condoms and we didn't use one. It doesn't matter. I'm on the pill, but I was supposed to use it. I tried, I really, really tried. But I had to have you. It was like it was irresistible. I couldn't stop. I just couldn't."
More tears flowed.
Chris had similar feelings. He had wanted to honor her vow. He cared about her and hated the idea that he did something... that maybe it was his fault she was upset.
He tried to apologize, "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"I didn't want you to do something you didn't want to do. I feel awful." He hung his head.
"You don't understand. You were a complete gentleman, giving me multiple chances to stop. I wanted to do it. It almost felt like I needed to do it. This isn't about you. It's about me giving in to my own desires and not being true to myself."
"What can I do to help?"
"Be yourself. You're a great guy and I really like you a lot. This is something I've got to think my way through. But right now, I'm hungry and would feel better if we went ahead with our date. Let's do some normal stuff."
Chris was stunned at the reversal of her mood. He was thrilled that she didn't think it was his fault. But he still felt guilty about not using a condom and not being able to control his reactions.
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Tuesday night Gretchen was at the Dojo for her lessons. When only the two of them were left, they quit the workout and got the Dojo locked down. Gretchen found him in the shower room, sitting on the floor. He was still wearing his judogi. She thought he looked worried and decided to stay dressed until he had a chance to talk.
"How was your week?" She opened.
After a long pause, he stated, "I think I'm a sex addict or something. I read online about sex addiction. It fits my behavior. I don't know what's happening."
"Tell me what you mean, specifically."
"I had a balanced life a couple of weeks ago. My job at the Dojo and schoolwork. I wasn't dating, but I masturbated five or six times a week and that worked for me. I had college in my future, and I thought I would eventually meet the right girl. Now in the last week, I've masturbated seven or eight times. Wednesday, I had sex with Andy and another guy I met when he rang my doorbell. Thursday, I offered to blow a tree trimmer and he tried to punch me. Friday, I had sex with a medical technician in an exam room at the hospital, putting us both at risk. Then Saturday, Megan and I had intercourse even though both of us knew she didn't want to. It's crazy. I'm crazy. People are reacting to me in bizarre ways. Megan, Katie, and Randy were all ready to have sex with me. The tree guy is the only one that acted normal. Why am I doing these things?"
Shaking her head, 'no,' she responded, "I don't think you're crazy. At your age sex is compelling. I gave you a little push to ask a girl out and your hormones kicked in. Asking people for sex is unexpected. People react more positively than you'd think. Sexual experimentation with Andy is normal curiosity. And sometimes risky sex is thrilling."
"Maybe you're right. I sure don't know much about it. But people act weird around me. I can feel it. Everything right now seems to be about sex."
"We live in a very sexualized society. Now that you're aware more, it's not surprising you would see that," she assured him.
"Maybe you're right, but my life is upside down right now. I'm not happy with my behavior this past week."
"Let's not have sex today. Tonight, will be about getting you right-side up. I want to relax you with a massage. You go get a shower and I'll get ready," she said soothingly.
While Chris was in the shower, Gretchen jotted some thoughts in her notebook, which she would use later for her report. After that, she got a clean sheet and laid it over the training table. She had several items in her purse, which included dose 3, isopropyl alcohol, and massage oil. She had already decided not to use dose 3 this evening. When Chris came out several minutes later, he was wearing briefs.
"Lay up on the table with your face down. I'm going to work on your back first," she requested. She thought, 'This is going to be harder than I hoped.'
Chris complied and Gretchen began working on the knots in his shoulder muscles. Her plan was to work down his body, get the briefs off his cute ass, and give him a huge orgasm. The primary goal was to remove all residue of dose 2 and return to baseline. Then in a week she could restart the trial.
"I'm going to use some alcohol on your back to cool your muscles down," she said, thinking, 'I hope he believes that stupidity.'
"OK," he replied softly.
Gretchen spread the alcohol around but focused her massaging on the dosage area. There was no visual residue, but the evaporation of the alcohol would remove all that remained of dose 2. When she was sure the area was clean, she dripped her massage oil down the center of his shoulder blades. Her fingers gently spread the oil out away from midline. When it was distributed evenly, she worked it vigorously into his neck muscles and upper back. Chris sighed, as he felt the tension easing away. She spent ten minutes doing away with the strains in this upper area. More oil was dripped on his spinal column down to his hips. Again, she pushed and smoothed the mid back and sides.
After he was relaxed, she said, "I need to slip these briefs down to work on your lower back. Is that alright?"
Chris mumbled dreamily, "Uh huh."