Chapter 3

I’m not sure I understand myself. Sharing a shower with a naked woman was somehow my maximum turn-on. Her skin was so soft and silky; I loved running my soapy hands over her body. Washing her hair just increased my heat.

She stood patiently while I patted her dry, then she did that thing women do where they make a towel into a turban to contain their wet hair.

Ren took stock of me, wearing a crooked smile.

“You’re still 100% hard, Jack. Am I really that inspiring?”

“I don’t have adequate words. I don’t. But I do have a request.”

That’s how, minutes later, I had my face between her legs.

“You weren’t kidding, ah, you really do, ah, get off on my, ah, orgasms.”

After her thighs released my head, I plowed Ren in the missionary position, ending in a shuddering climax that left me winded but thrilled.

“Should I get off?”

“No, stay there, I like the pressure.”

We stayed together until I softened and slipped out of her.

“Grab me a washcloth?”

“Sure.”

She wiped herself to avoid leaving a wet spot on the bed, and went into the bathroom to clean up a little more. She returned without the turban, and sat in the chair with a hairbrush.

“I have to say, I enjoy myself with you more than with any other client. You should give yourself a lot of credit. Oh, and that Delia woman in your past, too.”

The word “client” gave me a twinge, reminding me of the commercial origin of our relationship.

Ren continued, “You know, I was thinking about your story of Delia. She taught you lots of techniques, but I don’t think she actually helped you.”

“Really? How so?”

“You said she essentially prevented you from dating other students, your peers, right?”

“Yes, indeed she did.”

“And, for ten years or so after that, you haven’t had any girlfriends. I’m just saying...”

“Yeah, you’re right. I wish I met you back in those days. You can tell how much you excite me, Ren, from my handy pointer. You are so gorgeous.”