Page 40 of Sex Coach

Thirteen

Michelle

I tooka long hot bubble bath and enjoyed a glass of wine while I was in there. Aunt Blair had loved the article I put together for the Skype sex session .

She'd told me what she was going to call it –

Getting the O on the Go

How the Modern Girl Can Keep Things Hot

S he had givenme a rather pointed look when she came by to talk about it, asking if I was getting first-hand experience. Since she'd made several references to it via phone calls and emails, I'd been expecting it and had been braced for it – to some extent. I'd kept my face buried in my coffee cup and brushed off the comment to the best of my ability .

I wasn't sure if she bought my muttered, "I don't know what you're talking about ."

She'd let it go with a soft "Hmmmm... " It could have meant anything or nothing at all. With Aunt Blair, one never knew .

Now, wearing my favorite pair of pajamas – a pair of leggings and an oversized jersey – I curled up in my favorite chair, with my favorite mug full of cocoa. I was going to do nothing but read .

I'd soaked in a bubble bath for nearly an hour, sipping on a glass of wine and now, for the rest of my fuck-it Friday routine, I was going to drink cocoa and lose myself in a book .

My fuck-it Fridays had started almost a year ago when I'd finally given up on trying to date like the rest of my friends – given up on being normal . Aunt Blair had hugged me once when I told her about it. What in the hell is normal anyway, sweetheart ?

It was a good question .

How would I know what normal was ?

I felt better when I wasn't trying to be normal, when I didn't pretend to have something going on every Friday and when I didn't have to lie .

My friends had come to expect that my typical Friday consisted of me staying in with a book and a glass of wine, or a book and hot cocoa, or maybe, on rare occasion, a movie out .

I'd tried to break my routine this week, asking Jake if we could have another Skype session. He didn't need to know that I'd finished the article already, right? It wasn't coming out until next week .

But he already had plans, and even though nothing about his demeanor had changed, I'd gotten the impression those plans had to do with his job. The one that involved his oh so clever title, the King of Multiple Orgasms .

Jealousy had twisted in me for a day or so once I figured that out. A jealousy I had no right to feel but had existed nonetheless .

It wasn't like I didn't know what he did for a living. He was going to have plans, and I wasn't paying him for the time we were together. It was something I carefully avoided discussing .

It wasn't like I was paying him for anything we did. That would be sort of illegal considering we had gone and had sex. Technically, he could be considered a consult, of sorts, I supposed, but that was risky even then .

Sometime soon, I expected he would want to break things off. Why wouldn't he? Brooding, with my unopened book still in my lap, I sipped at my cocoa. I'd already taken up a lot of his time, and while it had been an erotic slice of paradise for me...for him ?

Probably nothing much .

A shiver raced down my spine as memory of the last Skype session raced through my mind. It hadn't been like the other times. He'd told me he was going to play, teach me how to play and use my imagination – and had he ever .

It had been intense, a little wicked, a little dark. That alone had been surprising, him being able to get me into it .

Dark was not my speed. Even intense was pushing it .

But not only had I gotten into it, I had gotten into it big time, having the most intense, nearly painful orgasm by the time he told me it was okay – okay – to bring myself to climax .

He'd asked me where I lived when I was coming down, and mindless from the pleasure, I told him .

A part of me had hoped he'd show up, but he hadn't. It wasn't surprising, but the disappointment had lingered .

It was gone now. It had been silly to be disappointed anyway because there was no reason for me to have expected for him to show up, right ?

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