Chapter 2: Memory Foam and the Morning After

Sometime during the night, I woke up. It was dark, but that was good for thinking. For a moment, I started to giggle at the thought of my memory foam mattress not being good for me, because I often wanted to forget. I started to think that I wanted to forget about Shara, but then I realized that I wanted to learn.

The first thing I learned is that our communications sucked. Wait a minute -- that’s explicitly what we didn’t do, but just did, gloriously, with Lynda.

Looking back with more experience now, I realize that Shara had been sending me naughty signals, such as pressing her leg against mine in the cab, and then in the theater. She didn’t refer to it, so it was seemingly an accident.

What is it that I mean when I talk about naughty and nasty? This is something to talk about with Lynda. Naughty, I’m thinking, is an act or style that definitely has sexual content but need not be acknowledged. Nasty has sexual content of a kind that is out of the “vanilla”, such as anal, fetish, or watersports.

My apartment, in the morning

I jerked awake. realizing there was a live woman asleep in bed with me. Would she feel like she did last night? Without waking her, I made coffee, and ordered fruit and pastry from the building’s concierge. They’d deliver to the kitchen door, well away from the bedroom, so I wouldn’t wake Lynda.

While I hadn’t thought about it for bedroom use, I had a nice serving cart. I loaded it up and parked just outside the bedroom door, then went in and watched Lynda, with great enjoyment, until she sensed me and woke up. We had slept naked. I had put on a robe when I went to the kitchen.

“Do you want privacy, Lynda? I probably have another robe.”

“Thank you, my dear. but there’s no need. In fact, from some of what you said, the idea of showing off to you excites the hell out of me. Don’t worry that you’re the only one with bad conditioning. Flaunting myself is liberating. Flaunting myself so it’s unambiguous for you is even more fun.” She sat up, cupped her breasts, and raised them to me. “Do these look nice? I think you need to hear unambiguous things. I want your hands and mouth on them. If I get into an awkward position, I can lick my nipples, but that’s pretty athletic for first thing in the morning.”

“Your saying that, Lynda, is absolutely wonderful. It’s doing a lot to banish the conditioning from my ugly aunts. Oh, Aunt Rita was quite good looking, but ugly starting just under the skin.

“Hey, I intellectualize. I’m still having trouble with naughty versus nasty, and nuances they miss. Naughty includes both Shara’s seemingly accidental touches, but also you saying that you wanted to take me to bed, without details.

“Accidental naughty doesn’t get at my conditioning but verbalized or otherwise clear is fantastic. Thank you for it.

Lynda smiled softly, acknowledging with a nod. “I’ve got an idea, though. Last night, I just used your bathroom briefly, but it looks fantastic, with a huge shower, a whirlpool tub, and even a bidet. If it doesn’t freak you out, how about following me into the bath? Call it naughty or whatever, can you have any doubt that a woman accepts you when she offers to let you watch her pee, and then suggests you get into the shower with her?”

I gulped. “I guess not. That’s definitely naughty. I might qualify -- naughty but nice. That doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as I feel. Lead on!”

“Last night, I loved everything that we did. Your cum is sweet. But let me mention naughty. Was it naughty -- not to dress up my language -- when I put my fingertip in your ass?”

“Oh, god, yes. I never had that happen. I might have tried to block it away as it felt so good.”

“Hold that thought. Watch me go to the bathroom, naked. Put the robe in there so I can be warm after the shower. Yes, I’m going to give you an extra wiggle of my butt.”

We went into the bathroom. “I see you have a little chair there. Put it in front of the toilet and sit down.” She straddled the seat, and slowly lowered herself. “You’ll turn me on watching me do something intimate -- and usually forbidden. Get as close as you want.” She spread her labia and let fly. I moaned with excitement. “Even naughtier, if we do this during the day, think of me dressed, raising my skirt to my hips with you watching, then pulling down panties or pantyhose. You won’t be watching secretly. I’ll show off. I might masturbate a bit.”

“Great, Arnold! I’d normally wipe or invite you to do it or use the bidet, but let’s head straight for the shower.”

My shower has a built-in bench, with adjustable nozzles but also sprayers on hoses. “I’m going to sit there and spread my legs for you. Wash me and spray me clean. Yes, I remember you saying how much you wanted to taste me. That’s cool, but it’ll be better when we do it in bed.

“Oh, yes. I see how hard that idea has you.” I washed her with great pleasure. “Let me reciprocate but do tell me if you are close to climax. I want to wait on that.

“Now, I’m going to stand up. You sit on the bench. I’m going to turn around. Wash my ass so you know it’s squeaky clean. Since I don’t want you to cum yet, don’t think why I’m requesting that.”

“OK, pretty as is your posterior, I’m putting myself into a medical mindset for now.”

“Good idea. Now, let’s switch again, and let me wash your ass. I’ll take it slow.” When she finished, though, she gave me a lick and a kiss. “Back to bed?”

“Arnold, we could spend all day here, but I’d like to have a little fun, rest, and then go out with you. Again, let me be explicit. I want to spend most of the day in bed with you.”

Shopping virginity

Some months later, Lynda muttered something about “I’ve never really been single.”

“No, dear. It’s more that you’ve never been single with substantial money -- although I hope I’ve always been willing to share.”

“True enough, lover. Now that I think about it, you’ve always been about sharing and mutual happiness, not buying me, or, as Leonard did, helping me escape but with strings attached.” She gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. “In fact, I’m thinking of our first shopping trip together.

“Life gets ever more complicated. It used to be that there was one way to lose your virginity. The cognoscenti now make that specific to PIV: Penis In Vagina. Then they added Mouth and Anus. Some would qualify that with Male or Female partner.

“These usually are intense experiences. So was the first time you took me on a major shopping trip

After our first night together, breakfast, and some deep discussions, I asked Lynda, “Do you need to go to your place to get a change of clothes?”

“It’s not really my place -- I’m crashing. If we’re going shopping, I’ll just change into something we get.”

“Great. I’m going to suggest we go to Springfield Mall first. Two places come to mind: Units for casual clothes that can show off a lot, and Wild Pair, mostly for shoes but some even more provocative stuff.

“Sounds great. I graciously accept your generosity and know it’s not conditional.”

“I think I know about Units. A line of stretch pieces that can be worn as a top or short skirt, and a longer one that can be a tube dress?”

“Exactly. Their first products really were one size fits all. The shortest tube could be a headband or belt--maybe a minimicro over leggings. Next could be a crop top or mini. Next was a mini dress, and finally a long stretch dress. Later, they added leggings. All in bright colors.”

“Let’s do that first, so I can change out of this dress and have something that’s less restrictive.”

“Let me talk more about what comes next, although we can adjust that on the fly. “From Springfield Mall, we’ll go to Tyson’s Corner, which is higher-end.
“Since you’re new to the area, let me mention the mysteries of the malls. Tyson’s Corner proper, the biggest mall, is between Routes 7 and 123. Tyson’s II is across 123. I’d call it higher-end.

“Across 7 is a small mall that has a forgettable name, with the highest-end designers. I call it the unlisted mall, where if you ask the price, you can’t afford it.

“Let’s call ahead and see if we can get you a makeup makeover appointment at Nordstrom’s. Your hair is beautiful as is. When we know the timings, we can figure out where to go for lunch.

“Somewhere in there, preferably early, I want to go to a high-end hosiery store like Fogal. There are fetish stores in DC too, but we might not get there today.

“Arnold, would I be correct to guess that you’d enjoy my showing off in a restaurant? That you’re an exciting man who gets a great-looking woman who shows off lots of leg?”

“Hell, yes! I think that just decided something. Fogal is in the same mall as Legal Seafood. Your skirt has some adjustable slits, right?”

“Yes. I’m guessing that you’re thinking of finding some hosiery that I can show off?”

“Exactly.” I groaned happily. “Nordstrom is great for fashionable shoes but not as extreme as Wild Pair. We can find you some interesting suits.

I had forgotten, if I ever knew, that as part of Units marketing, they did not put mirrors in the dressing rooms. The “store associates” would spend substantial time with customers, putting together ensembles of tubes.