Chapter 11: Jade

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

I always got a chuckle when test scores arrived via email to the pre-med students. Fifty to a hundred people in a classroom all received a notification simultaneously. Then, in near-perfect synchronization, everybody checked the scores, followed by hisses of excitement, groans of disappointment, or just blank stares of disbelief at an abysmal score. Sometimes, the professors actually paused their lectures while we checked our scores. Then, satisfied the distraction was over, he or she would resume teaching.

We were in the middle of a molecular biology lecture when my first O Chem test score arrived. I’d gotten an A. I sighed with relief and satisfaction, closed the email, and took a long sip of my coffee. It would be a good day despite how tired I felt after my session with Sir last night. Usually, Tuesday nights were reserved for my study group, but I left early to make it in time to change into the clothes Sir had asked me to wear, give myself another enema, and be ready for the driver to pick me up.

Much of our recent sessions were spent exploring my ability to increase the size of my cock. Last night Sir put a vibrator in my ass and pussy, clamps on my nipples, then restrained me in a position that allowed me to suck my cock on camera. The problem was the longer I grew my shaft, the thicker it got. I couldn’t separate the two effects. Last night I discovered that to comfortably suck my own dick, it had to be at least fifteen inches long. And having a rod that long meant it was roughly ten inches around at its thickest. It took several attempts to get my mouth around the tip and even more to cram three or four inches of meat inside. When my first of five climaxes hit me, I’d nearly choked until my semen leaked from the corners of my mouth.

Sir ordered me to practice self-fellating and get better at it.

No thanks.

Something else interesting had happened to me last night during my session. I’d begun leaking milk at the same time I orgasmed. By the time I was done cumming, the lower half of my torso was covered in milk and jizz. Sir noticed this and mentioned that my body was learning to associate leaking milk with orgasm, the same way many women’s milk expresses when a baby cries. I was grateful to have gotten out of the session without any welts or bruises, but Sir also had a reason for that. She wanted my body free of blemishes for our big weekend productions.

This led me to wonder who it was that wanted my body bruise-free. From how Sir worded things, it wasn’t Sir making the requests. Was Sir just a middleman creating things based on the whims of others? If so, who watched my recordings? I didn’t dare ask because I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

After class, Velma slid up next to me and bumped her hip into mine to get my attention. “How’s it going?” she asked me.

“Good. Tired. How are you?”

“Fine,” she said in her cute Georgia drawl. “Tyson and I are about to get lunch. I was wondering...” She trailed off as she made sure nobody was listening to our conversation. “Could we have a private talk at work?”

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. Fine. I need your advice about something personal. Maybe you and I can do the shelving together and talk then?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Thanks, Jade. You’re amazing. Bye.” Velma waved back at me as she ran to catch up with Tyson. Just then, Fanny narrowly passed me, saying nothing. But skin brushed me just enough that I could sense exactly what my witness was feeling. Anger, betrayal, concern, and deep sadness.

I let her pass without saying anything. The trouble was I knew exactly why she felt all those things.

Last Saturday morning, I learned why giving Fanny a key to my apartment had been a bad idea. She let herself into my apartment and found me on the floor, asleep, and covered in bruises on my ass, thighs, and breasts. She roused me in a panic, scaring the hell out of me. I woke up and screamed until I realized it was her.

Fanny was near tears as she surveyed me. “What happened?” she kept asking me. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Once I calmed down, I realized I had no excuse for what Fanny saw. I wrenched my arm out of her grip and scooted away so she couldn’t sense me lying. “I—I fell down the stairs. On my butt.”

“Bullshit, Jade,” Fanny said. “You look like someone beat you. I took a criminal justice class in high school. I know how to recognize signs of abuse.”

“Nobody abused me!” I shouted.

Fanny turned away from me. “Fine, Jade. I’ll pretend like nothing’s wrong. Just like you pretend like our relationship is great even when it’s not. And I’ll pretend I want to sleep with other people even though you’re the only person I want to be with every night. We can both pretend! And to hell with reality, right? Let’s live in one big daydream because you’d rather do that than tell me the truth about what is going on with you!”

Before I could say anything else, Fanny left my apartment. I didn’t try to stop her. I was glad she was gone. I didn’t have to lie anymore. Protecting her from afar would be easier than drawing her into my mess. I put my head back down and cried.

Since Saturday, Fanny had avoided me, the only contact being that slight brush of skin we’d just shared as she slipped past me in the hall. I ached for her touch. I wanted my witness back. Instead, I let her walk away.

That evening at work, Velma and I left Opal in charge of the front desk so we could shelve books together and she could get off her chest whatever she needed to talk about. We didn’t have a ton of books to put away, so we took our time on the second level of the library, wandering among the most isolated stacks—the same area where I had once had sex with Fanny and Hannah on two separate occasions, and somebody caught it all on camera.

“You seemed happy about your test score today,” Velma said as we walked side by side. “I saw your face.”

“It wasn’t horrible. I’ve been doing a better job staying on top of my studies this semester.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. You’re the smartest person I know.”

I rolled my eyes at that. Most of the people in my study group were more intelligent than me. I thanked her for the compliment anyway. “What did you want to talk to me about, Velma?”

“So...” Velma looked behind us, then peered through the shelves on both sides to be sure we were alone. Tyson and I have been seeing each other for about a month now. And things have gone beyond kissing.”

“Okay.” My guts twisted a little bit. Why was Velma telling me this?

“And he’s put it in me. Back there. You know.”

“Anal sex,” I said to help her out.

Velma turned bright red. “Yeah. That. And he usually holds onto my chest when we do it. And that feels, um, really good. And he usually puts his seed in me back there.”

“You’re not pregnant,” I told her.

Velma giggled so hard she snorted as some of her tension broke. “I know. That wasn’t my point. It’s just ... when he releases his seed in me, he’s like overcome with pleasure. He has his orgasm, I guess. And me? I don’t know. It just feels good. You know? And I enjoy it. But I thought there would be more.”

“How does it feel compared to when you masturbate and give yourself an orgasm?” I asked.

Velma’s shade of red deepened, which I hadn’t thought possible. “I haven’t. Ever. I haven’t done that.”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked.

Velma shook her head, eyes shining with embarrassment.

I took her hands in mine and gave her my best smile. “Don’t feel bad. It’s totally fine.”

“It was the same way with Dan. I had all these good feelings, but no moment where I felt a sudden release the way the guys do. I thought maybe that’s how it is. It just feels good, but there’s no big thing at the end that makes you feel like it’s time to stop.”

“Maybe you need to get a book on masturbating,” I told her. “How to have an orgasm for dummies. Not that you’re dumb!”

“Yeah,” Velma responded with a voice trailing off. “It’s just that I’m more of a visual learner. I don’t know if books would be the right way to go. For me.”

“Find a video, then,” I said. “I’m sure there are tons of great free ones on porn sites.”

“A porn site?” Velma wrinkled her nose. “No thanks.”

I gave Velma an exasperated look. “Girl, those are both great options. If you can’t bring yourself to do that, what else are you going to do?”

“I was thinking you could show me?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she asked.

I looked at her with moderate surprise. “You want me to show you how to have an orgasm?”

Velma nodded very rapidly.

“Right now?”

“Not here! Or now.”

“At your apartment then?”

Velma gave me a look that told me this was also a terrible idea.

“Right. Your roommate.”

“She would freak out and never speak to me again.”

“So, my place,” I finally suggested. “Tonight? After work?”

Velma hugged me in such a way that I could tell this was exactly what she’d wanted all along. She had been waiting for me to come to the conclusion she’d been steering me toward.

“And this won’t be awkward for you?” I asked. “Because you freaked out at me when I joked about us being on a date. This is, like, way bigger than that.”

Velma didn’t answer until I looked at her. “It probably will be awkward,” she finally said. “But that’s okay. I trust you more than anyone.”

Something hot and wonderful filled my chest, and I was suddenly excited about doing this for Velma. We had come so far from a year ago when she was constantly telling me how evil I was and how I would burn in hell for being a lesbian.

Opal was quieter than usual during our shift. I chatted about her classes, Mom and Dad, and Mark, her boyfriend.

“Are things okay between you two?” I asked.

“Yeah. Fine. I’m just tired and stressed. I think I’ll go straight to bed when I get home.”

“Did you and Mark...” I winked at her. “You know? Do the deed yet?”

My sister had told me more than once how she planned to give him her virginity, but last we’d talked, she hadn’t sealed the deal.

Opal blanched at my question. “Maybe.” She smiled, but sadly.

“What? Wasn’t it good?”

“No, it was.” Something was off. She took a deep breath. “It was good.”

“Why do a sense a ‘but...?’”

“No buts. Like I said, I’m drained.”

I wanted to talk to her more. Opal was an onion who needed her layers peeled back to find any problems, but just then, a group of medical students came to the check-out desk, and I had to help them. By the time I was done, Opal had clocked out for the evening.

Velma followed me home after our shift ended. I paused outside my apartment with my hand on the knob. “My place is tiny. And I’m not the cleanest person on the planet.”

“I don’t care about that. Unless you have rodents. Do you have cockroaches or mice?”

“Ew. No!” I declared. “But your place is nicer than mine. Temper your expectations.”

“Oh my gosh! Just open the door.”

I let us in, grimacing. While my place wasn’t a wreck, I hadn’t tidied up for company or even deep cleaned in a while. I rushed around, gathering dishes and piles of clothes and stowing them out of sight. My little place looked better immediately.

“It’s comfy,” Velma said. “I like it.” Then she laughed. “And yes, it’s tiny.”

“Thank you for your honesty.” I set my purse and school bag on the small table in my kitchen area. “Can I take your coat? Hungry or thirsty?”

Ten minutes later, Velma and I sat on my couch, knee to knee. I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable about the idea of undressing in front of me.

“Your parents didn’t talk to you much about this stuff, did they?”

Velma laughed nervously. “Gosh, no. I didn’t even really know what masturbating was until I was a junior in high school. When I asked my mom if she ever did it, she turned red and said, ‘Absolutely not!’”

“You think she was lying?” I asked.

Velma shrugged. “Everything I knew about sex before college I learned in school or at church.”

“Your church?”

“Yeah. They taught us what we’re not supposed to do until marriage.”

“It’s not the church’s job to teach you this stuff. Or school. It’s your parents. My mom and I had very open conversations about sex. She drove me to my girlfriend’s—never mind.”

Velma squirmed. “No, it’s okay. Tell me.” She seemed genuinely curious about what I had to say, not judgmental or angry.

“My mom drove me to my girlfriend’s house the first time I slept over. She knew we were going to have sex.”

“That was the first time you put your penis inside your girlfriend?” Velma asked.

“No. I didn’t have it then. I didn’t get it until last year.”

“Oh, right.” Velma looked around my apartment, avoiding eye contact with me. “I just don’t know if I can do this with you staring at me. You know. Down there.”

“What if we do it side by side? And you can look down at me, but I won’t look down at you? Or you can keep your clothes on if you’d feel more comfortable.”

“Then how can you tell what I’m doing right and wrong?”

I shrugged. “I’m making this up as I go, Velma. I’ve never taught anybody how to masturbate.”

Velma chewed on that for a moment before nodding. “Let’s try with me watching you.”

I shucked off my jeans but kept my panties on for the moment. Velma slowly did the same. I wore a pair of high-cut blue panties, and she wore a cute lower-cut pair with green and pink stripes. We sat side by side, bare feet on the cushions, ankles touching, a towel under each of us.

“What’s the towel for?” Velma asked.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

As I thought about how I wanted to teach her, I realized I was going to need to be naked. I turned to Velma and said, “Are you going to be okay if I strip down to nothing? You don’t have to do it, but I think you would learn better if I did ... So you can see.”

“You’re okay with being naked in front of me?”

I nodded. “Of course. It’s just ... being naked. You know.”

“It’s terrifying.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you can see everything I have. It’s kind of icky, right?”

I took Velma by the hand. “You are a magnificent woman.” She swallowed hard and flushed at my compliment. “There is absolutely nothing icky about your body. Every inch of it deserves to be seen and worshiped by the person you trust with it.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

I took off my clothes and sat next to her naked. Velma covered her eyes and laughed uncontrollably. “I’m sorry. This is just so weird! I expected you to have a penis.”

“Do you want to see that?”

Velma peeled her hands off her face. “Yes! I’m so curious!”

“If I do this...” I pinched my right nipple very gently and tugged on my left earlobe.

Immediately, the change began, and a long, limp shaft grew from my mons pubis, just above my clitoris. Velma watched with fascination.

“Amazing. Who else has seen you do that?”

“Just Fanny. She’s kind of obsessed with it.”