Page 47 of The Protector
“No!” She blinked. “No, of course not, I’m just trying to understand how society works in the Northlands.”
“I already told you, I wasn’t one of the guys who did more, but I don’t judge the ones who did. It wasn’t like they could have a girlfriend, and sex-bots weren’t on the menu very often.”
“So you’ve had sex with sex-bots,” she asked.
“Of course. Lots. You have sex centers too, right?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, low. “We have physical centers where you go to take care of your physical needs. The one close to me is pretty big. There’s a gym, a spa, a hairdresser, a nail salon, all sorts of physical therapy and healing places, a medical clinic and a pleasure parlor with sex-bots.”
“How practical,” I said dryly. “And how often do you go?”
“It’s recommended to go twice a month, so that’s what I do.”
“Okay.” I placed my hand between our pillows and noticed that she wasn’t shielding herself with the cover anymore. “I go a few times a week.”
“You have sex several times a week?” she asked in a disbelieving whisper.
“Uh-huh, if you count the times I have sex with the sex-bots. If you count the times I have sex with myself it’s…”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” she cut me off, color rising in her cheeks again.
“It’s fine. I’m not shy about masturbating. Every healthy man does it at least once a day.”
Her eyes widened. “They do?”
“Yes. How often do women masturbate?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never asked my friends so I can only speak for myself.”
“So?” I asked.
She wrinkled her nose, and it made the cutest expression on her face. “That’s private,” she said with a smile of embarrassment.
“Just give me a rough estimate. Once a day, once a week, what?”
Christina raised her head up and supported it with a hand. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation but in the spirit of mutual curiosity I’ll answer you honestly.” She took a deep breath. “For me it varies. Sometimes I can go weeks without and other times it’s several times a week.”
“Really?” I smiled. “So we’re not so different. And what do you find arousing?” I asked her. “I’m curious because you said that you’ve never met a man that arouses you, and you just admitted that you’re not aroused by women either, so what turns you on?”
The color of her face told me this was a difficult subject but I admired her for not backing down. “Mostly things from the past. Things I’ve read or movie clips I’ve seen.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” She played with a lock of her hair. “People kissing and such.”
“Kissing turns you on?” I gave her my most charming smile and moved my hand closer.
She didn’t move.
“Did it turn you on when I kissed you?”
“It was too quick for me to really feel much,” she said pragmatically.
“That’s because you pulled away.”
“You surprised me.”
“Can I kiss you now?” I asked and touched her hand while moving closer. “I promise I won’t do anything but kiss you.”
