by Annie of the Writing Group
This is part 2 of a three-part story. Eddie wrote part 1, I wrote this, and Billie will finish it. We collaborated on the outline of a plot, and we workshopped each others' stuff, so it should hang together pretty well. This story stands alone OK, but Eddie's story is really good, so why not read it?
Warning: this is very different from the other stuff I've published here, the Liz and Maria stories. It's a nice, wholesome story about ordinary people, and a fallen angel helping some virgins learn about sex. Wait ....
To the high school student Andrea had once been, a class called "Introduction to Human Sexuality" would have been an excuse to giggle with her girlfriends, and secretly wish she knew enough to joke about it. As a college sophomore, she had discovered that the actual class was ... mostly just a class. You got reading and viewing assignments, you were asked to write papers and present things to the class. Some of the topics were not very sexy to actually talk about, things like the names of reproductive organs. When would she need to know the function of the epididymis?
And now a seminar on ... she couldn't remember what. Something to do with cultural differences and female pleasure?
Irony. Andrea was being distracted from a discussion of female sexual pleasure by actual female sexual desire. The student leading today's discussion, Emma something (she had missed it) was so sexy! Tall, at least two inches taller than Andrea's 5' 6", coffee-brown skin and eyes setting off brilliant white teeth that you had to notice because she smiled constantly. That's what Andrea would have noticed two days ago.
Today her attention and her imagination focused helplessly on Emma's big tits. They were as big as grapefruit. They wobbled so enticingly that she couldn't take her eyes off them.
No, focus on her face! Don't objectify a woman in a class about the treatment of women in patriarchal cultures!
Those extra full lips look so sensual. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them.
She had never kissed a girl romantically. And only two boys. That was back when she had almost no sex drive. Now ...
The boy in sitting in front of her, watching Emma. Broad shoulders; big, powerful-looking hands--she immediately was imagining what it would be like to be held in those strong arms, stroked by those fingers.
Next to her, Takeo from her study group, slim and always so put-together, his clothes perfect, hair styled, his bangs in a graceful curve on his forehead, goatee. When they worked together, he was always so helpful, and had a sly wit that could make her smile no matter how frustrated. Last night, she had imagined him holding her, kissing her, touching her, while rubbing herself to a moaning, squirming orgasm. In real life, they had never even shaken hands.
Since the ... it was hard to even think silently to herself. Since the Djinn, the fallen angel, had changed her, given her great sexual desire, and great pleasure from it. As he said, granted her a selfish wish.
Her attention focused on the front of the room as Emma walked back toward her seat. Doctor Siweni said, "Any questions for me? Remember, next week I'm at a conference in Chicago. Work on your papers, and send me drafts by next Friday. I'll try to get my comments back before our next session in two weeks. Get out of here and have fun!" This was the last class on a Friday for most of them.
Doctor Siweni was a cheerful, kind woman. Average height, roundish face, brown skin slightly lighter than Emma's, broad shoulders and a big butt. Andrea wanted to run her hands all over those ass cheeks, then ... what the hell was she thinking! She was so horny she was sitting in the back of the room fantasizing about her mid-forties professor instead of getting up and leaving!
Doctor Siweni interrupted that fantasy by getting up and leaving.
When Andrea stood up and turned to pick up her pack, she saw ... what was his name? Cliff! ... sitting in the back. They had worked together on a presentation at the beginning of the semester. He was nice, but they were both shy. They had only really talked about the project, mostly agreeing on who would talk about what. Why was he still sitting there? Wait, was he crying?
"Cliff?" She walked over to him. "Are you OK?" He looked up, then frantically scrubbed at his face with his hands, looking very embarrassed.
"I'm fine, sorry to bother you!" He was clearly having an ugly cry. His face was red, blotches showing through the pale skin, tears and snot not completely wiped away, eyes bloodshot, face scrunched up and squinting as he fought to stop weeping. He was a mess.
"Cliff, you aren't fine. I don't want to intrude, but ... this is the last class. Nobody will come in here. Do you want to tell someone what's wrong?" Being a reassuring shoulder to, well, cry on was something she had learned from her high school friends. She was the steady one, the one they all knew they could talk to without worrying about secrets told, or having her make fun of them.
Cliff looked at her for a second, then took the little plastic packet of tissues she handed him and tried his best to clean himself up. It took a couple of minutes and most of the packet. He didn't try to say anything while he did it, but at least he stopped crying. She pulled a chair over and sat down across from him, waiting while he collected himself.
Finally, he said "Thanks." He started to wad up the damp tissues. He was still pale, almost pasty, and his short black hair was a mess. Of course, even when they worked on their presentation together, his hair was usually a mess.
Andrea put her hand on his shoulder across the table. Cliff was lean, his shoulder felt very solid, bone just below the skin. He was a few inches taller than Andrea. "Don't mention it. Glad to help." His heart was beating fast and hard enough to feel in his shoulder. "So, what's wrong, Cliff?"
He looked at her, just focused on her face and stared for long seconds. It was uncomfortable, but she met his black eyes and refused to show anything other than sympathy. Finally, he said, "Crystal."
"Um. Is that a girl's name?" She deliberately said it in a doofus-girl way, trying to get Cliff to smile. She was rewarded with a snorted half-laugh.
"To me, she's the girl. I guess you don't know her. Sorry, self-centered boy here." He was smiling now, just a little.
"Cliff, you're obviously super-upset. You're allowed one silly mistake. Wait, wait--are you a human being?" Keep up the comedy for while, reduce the tension. She had done this for Vera, and Cindy, and Jasmine.
"As far as I know, 100% human." Cliff was amused. Good.
"OK, humans are entitled to unlimited silly mistakes. It's what we do, Cliff." She paused for a second, and then squeezed the hand that was still on his shoulder. "So, Crystal, what, doesn't like you?"
"Nah, that would be normal for me. She does like me, we've done stuff together--games, coffee, a movie."
"So ...?"
"She wanted me to ... shit. This is confidential, OK, Andrea?" Good, he did remember her name. It would have been embarrassing otherwise.
"Cliff: I swear not to reveal what you're telling me, unless it's something like, 'Crystal is about to murder her mom.' Anything less terrible than that is safe with me." Wow, that was a terrible example, where did that come from?
Luckily, Cliff took it as more joking. "No, no, no murders. She wanted me to be her first, to take her virginity."
"Oh! Cliff, that's ... well, that's a huge compliment, even if you don't want to."
"It's an enormous compliment that I don't deserve! Dammit, Andrea, I've never gone further with a girl than a kiss on the lips! I don't want her first time to be with fumbling idiot-boy! But she's wonderful and I don't ... I don't want to disappoint her, and I sure don't want to lose her, and I don't know what to do!"
"Oh." Her own voice sounded small. "Did you maybe give her the idea that you're some kind of, I don't know, that you have more experience than you do? And now you can't say anything without admitting you lied?"
"Yeah. That is exactly it."
Andrea thought about it. She was a virgin herself, she couldn't offer to coach him.
Wait. Was that her new sexuality striking? Was she attracted to Cliff?
A moment of self-examination said that yes, she was. He wasn't bad-looking, and something about his vulnerability was activating her, even more than the beautiful Takeo. She immediately put the thought out of her head. She had to think about helping Cliff, not her own desires. He was in distress, she was just very horny.
Because of ... could she use a wish to help Cliff? Haanish had not told her she was limited to three, but even if she had only that many, this was a perfect wish. She was nervous about asking for anything for herself, or anything that would hurt others to help her. She wouldn't ask for money, for fear of taking it from some deserving person. Surely, wishing to make Cliff and Crystal happier would be a safe, useful thing.
She said, "Cliff, I might have an idea. Yeah, I know that sounds weird, but ... can you meet me for coffee tomorrow? You live in Padgett Hall, right? Can we meet up at the coffee shop in the Psych building? It's open on weekends."
"Meet for coffee? Um, are you planning something, you know ..." He trailed off, probably not wanting to say something like "intimate".
"I haven't planned anything yet, Cliff. I might have an idea, that's all. What's the worst thing that happens? We talk about our papers for Dr. Siweni's class."
"I guess. Saturday? How about Saturday morning, say 10:00? Breakfast? Bring along your stuff for class, so we can prove to Crystal that's what we're doing if she spots us together."
"Sure. I'll even treat you for a mocha or something."
They stood up, just a little uncomfortable together because they had kind-of acknowledged attraction.
Cliff said, "Andrea, thank you so much. Even just your listening and not laughing at me helps. I know I'm overreacting, but I like her a lot, and I'd hate for my stupid ego-powered lie to be the end."
