So I explained. I told her what I’d accidentally overheard. How I had found out the ugly truth.
She was quiet. “You’re in Dallas, aren’t you?”
“Prosper, north of Dallas,” I told her.
“Listen Sweetie, I’m in west Ft. Worth, less than an hour from you. Could we get together tomorrow? I think you and I need to have a heart-to-heart conversation, and I’d like to do it in person, not over the phone. I’ll give you my address. Why don’t you see if you can come over around noon. I’ll make us something to eat, and we can clear everything up.”
I hoped that ‘clearing everything up’ included a full confession and an explanation why. “I can be there as early as you want. I have nowhere I need to be.”
Rachel laughed. “No earlier than 11:30. There’s a few things I need to do in the morning. I’ll see you tomorrow, lover.”
The word ‘lover’ was a surprise. “I can’t wait to see you,” I confessed, and knew it was true. She really was amazing. Even if she was faking it. And teaching other guys.
* * *
That evening, I noticed that Teri still wasn’t herself. She only had two days left of school, but she seemed like she was going through the paces. What I did notice was that she and Mom were spending a lot of time together in Mom’s bedroom, and whispering together.
They were so involved in their own issues, that I believe most of the time they weren’t even cognizant of my presence. Mom did have a list of things for me to do, and I’d knocked off most of them in my first week, with the house to myself, and still in a bit of a funk. I’d called a few friends to let them know I was in town, but begged off any activities. I had too many things to work out.
I spent some time with Teri for the first time since my return. Just me and her. She asked me about school, and I got her caught up on my life. I knew she had something else she wanted to ask. Our conversation went something like:
“Go ahead, Teri. I can tell you’re dying to ask me something.”
She smiled nervously. “You had two serious girlfriends in college, right?”
“Yeah, Rachel and Courtney. Courtney and I decided to split up for the holidays, but we might get back together next semester.”
She nodded, and avoided looking me in the eye. “You guys had sex, right?”
I chuckled. “Lots. Lots and lots.”
“Did you like it?”
“I love it. It’s incredible. They were both very, very good with me.”
“Did they like it too?”
Ah, the big question. “They certainly seemed to. Rachel was very sexual and loved to try anything. Courtney was much less experienced, but she’s insatiable. She’d do it three or four times a day, every day given her choices.”
“Her choice? You’re not forcing her, trying to talk her into it, are you?”
“I wouldn’t do that. I’d never need to with either one of them. Do I initiate it? Yeah, but I’d guess less often than either of them did. I didn’t keep count.” Once I thought about it, I realized how true that was. If they didn’t really enjoy it, was it just a way to win me over, control me?
Teri was quiet. “You had other girlfriends before. Did you have sex with them?”
“You’re awfully nosy tonight. Yes, I had sex with three other girls.”
“They all liked it?”
I thought about it. “I think so. Only one of those was even close to Rachel or Courtney.”
“Maybe they didn’t like it?” Teri asked.
“Could be. I think part of it is I know a lot more now. I didn’t really know what I was doing at first. Two of them it was their first time. One of those was really awkward and difficult. I don’t think she liked it much. Not the first time.”
“It makes that big a difference?”
“Oh yeah. On a scale of one to ten, I’d guess I was maybe a two until Rachel. She swears I’m at least an eight now. She teases that with time she could make me a nine.”
“Not a ten?”
“Not unless my dick grew a couple of inches longer, she says.” That had been a shock to me when I heard it. I thought I was hung pretty good, at seven inches long. Alright, 6 3/4, in order to keep this non-fiction, but you wouldn’t begrudge a guy a quarter of an inch, would ya?
Teri blushed.
“TMI?” I teased.
She shook her head. “I asked. Thanks for being so honest with me.”
“Always, sis. If you have anything you want to ask me. Anything at all. I don’t mind. Not with you.”
She gave me a genuine smile. “Me too, you know. If you have any questions . . .”
I gave her a hug. We weren’t a real touchy-feely family, but I felt the urge. She tilted her head back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Travis.”
Still, my Christmas break, although weird, had not strayed into the unconventional or immoral. But the foundation had been laid for what was to follow. Please judge me not on my actions, but my intentions.
* * *
I continue. It’s not too late to stop reading, give me my well-deserved ‘A’, and leave me with some dignity. Any further, and I doubt you’ll ever be able to face me in class again without feeling disdain and disgust.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
* * *
The next morning, I had cleaned up as good as I could. I felt like I was prepping for a first date. I shaved carefully, and even used a splash of aftershave. Old Spice. I figured if it was good enough for Dad . . .
I left too early, and drove around her area for 20 minutes before showing up at her doorstep. When she answered the door, I didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act around her.
Rachel had no such problems. “Miss me, handsome?” She opened her arms to me, and it was natural to hug her. My lips sought out hers, and it was like a welcome home. When we separated she gave me a smile. “Let’s talk, Travis.”
I liked her idea of talking. It involved getting naked in bed, and a fair amount of mutual oral sex, before I was lying on top of her making love. I watched her carefully, looking for the signs. If her pleasure wasn’t real, there was no way I could tell the difference. When I’d finished inside her, she rolled over. “Damn, I missed that,” she sighed.
She dragged me under the shower, before we returned to the bed. We cuddled together, then she pulled up the covers. “What’s got you so worked up?”
It was a few seconds before I could get up the courage to talk about it, in full detail. I was irritated when she laughed at first, but I gave her the whole story. What I’d heard them talking about, the questions that Teri had. My concerns about the reality of what I’d had with every woman until then.
She stopped her giggling and pulled me close. “They’re wrong, baby. They couldn’t be more wrong. Not only can women get pleasure out of it, they can get a lot more than any man can. You can only have three or four orgasms on a good night. A woman can have dozens. A man can only have sex for so long, one woman can wear out almost any man. More than one – two, three, four, even more.”
She moved down and her mouth covered my cock. She sucked me back to hardness. “This is the source of your pleasure. Once he’s down for the count, you can still have fun, but no more orgasms for you.” She rolled over onto her back and stacked a couple of pillows behind her head. She crooked her finger at me, calling me over.
“How can you tell I’m excited, Travis?” she asked.
I grinned, and tweaked her hard nipple. She smiled at me. “You think I can fake that? Make it hard on its own?”
I gave it a little suck, and heard her sigh. “No,” I admitted.
“What else?” she asked. She opened her legs as a hint.
I slid my hand between her legs. I felt the moistness of her cleft. “Do you think I’m excited?” she asked again.