Page 73 of Dr. Intern

Tensing, I whip my head to Beau. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m not a lesbian!”

He smiles, still refusing to look at me. “Just watch, Claire.”

I cross my arms dramatically but listen, forcing my eyes back to the screen. It’s not that I have anything against girl-on-girl action, if that’s what gets you going . . . but it’s just not for me.

The blindfolded woman has way more curves than I could ever dream of. She looks like she’s panting as the other woman kisses her collarbone, the same way the man did in the first video.

Surprisingly, my eyes linger on the woman on top, rather than the one on the bottom. Her body is more similar to mine—long and lanky, with not much to hold on to. But from this angle, her ass looks huge and plump, like all we needed was a change in perspective to appreciate her body.

I watch mesmerized as she takes her time with the woman beneath her, teasing her in a lazy, yet precise way that no man has done for me before. Each time she moves to a different part of her lover’s body, the woman on the bottom shudders, not expecting it because of the blindfold.

“What are you thinking now?” Beau asks, slipping his hand beneath my blanket and resting it on my mid-thigh. I’m sure the simple gesture is supposed to be comforting, but it just makes me feel like my skin is on fire.

“Uh,” I stammer, trying to collect my thoughts. “That it’s like I’m imagining myself from both angles at once. I like it.”

“And what about the blindfold?” His thumb begins rubbing my sensitive skin, clouding everything in my head. “Is that interesting to you, or not?”

Somehow a conversation that I expected to be incredibly awkward, is instead incredibly arousing. For some reason, with both of our eyes on the screen, I feel much more comfortable voicing what I like and don’t like.

“I’ve never done it,” I reply, forcing my focus away from the expert fingers drawing patterns on my thigh.

The woman on top moves her mouth lower, placing deliberate kisses along the blindfolded woman’s navel. My breathing seems to match hers, escalating with each southbound caress.

“I didn’t ask if you’ve done it,” Beau corrects, his voice silky, like the blindfold on the screen. “I asked if you were interested.”

“Yes,” I admit, shifting slightly at the thought.

Beau leans forward and pauses the video, looking at me for the first time since we started watching the porn. “Good girl. Ready for the next?”

My heart flutters at his words, like all I want is to please him even though I know we’re doing all of this for me.

I smile at him. “Let’s do it.”

We spend the next hour watching videos, sometimes in complete silence and sometimes with Beau’s questions peppered through. Who would have thought there were so many porn categories? I’m sure we didn’t even get to half of them, and I already feel like I’ve learned so much. By the time we make it to rough sex, I start asking Beau questions too.

We go back and forth, critiquing and commenting on the different aspects of the scenes that interest us.For example, I know without a doubt that I have no interest in impact play. The spanking scenes do nothing for me other than make me nervous. But surprisingly, I do have a serious gravitation towards sex toys. Each video we watch that uses a vibrator, plug, or clamp makes my stomach drop, and I can’t look away. It’s like a whole new world has opened up to me.

Beau can definitely sense that I’m turned on because I’m rubbing against him like a bitch in heat. Unfortunately for me, he’s refusing to make a single move. The man has kept his hand firmly planted on my thigh, not daring to inch it even slightly higher.

When the last tab he opened finishes playing, I lean forward and scroll through the website. I don’t know that I’d do this on my own, so now feels like as good a time as any to explore something I might be missing. Plus, I’m starting to feel more curious now that I’ve been enlightened to things that I didn’t even know existed.

Clicking the categories button, a list of words covers the screen—some that I’ve heard of, some that I haven’t.

“What’s DP?” I ask, turning my head to Beau.

His caramel eyes flash with amusement. “Double penetration.”

My lips purse as I consider what that means. “Like what we watched with the butt plug and the girl?”

“That’s one form of DP, for sure,” he replies, watching me intently. “But this is probably going to be two guys, one girl. Maybe three.”

My eyes widen. “At the same time?”

That sounds painful.

He nods, unable to hide the smirk playing on his lips. “At the same time.”

“How does that even work?” I ask, turning back to the screen. “Logistically speaking, I mean.”

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