Page 41 of Cocky Nerd
“When and why did you learn these techniques?” I ask, as I remove the shimmery fabric from my body and let it fall to thefloor.
It takes him a moment to find his speaking voice as I approach him, fully naked, to assist him with undressing. “When I first came to China, I was, as I know you were, startled by the large population. I thought about how much sex the Chinese people have had—you know they’re the only ancient civilization still around today—and I wondered if they had a different approach. There are numerous texts available, some illustrated, somenot—”
“Okay I don’t need a Ted Talk, just doit.”
He holds up his hand as he says, “I just want to go on record as saying that I have misgivings about doing it this way the first time we have intercourse and also after such a longflight.”
“Duly noted, if it would please the court please put your money where your big talking mouth is, or more specifically please put your bigthrobbing—”
“Alright now what did we say about that kind of talk young lady. Get up on that bed and get comfortable on top of the covers, on yourback.”
“Yes massah,” I put my hands together in the prayer position andbow.
He reaches out to spank my butt, sending me squealing onto the bed. I get all nice and comfortable, laid out straight in the middle of the bed with my head upon a pillow and watch as he strips down to his black boxer briefs, which are bulging to a degree that is very flattering and a bitintimidating.
“Are you always shaved down there?” he asks, eyeing my naked lower lady parts, as he climbs up onto thebed.
“Since I was a teenager. To prevent unsightly hairs from poking out of myleotards.”
“I’m glad I didn’t know that until now. I doubt I would have passed any classes at MIT or founded any startups. I would have just thought about you and your beautifulbare…”
“Pussy?”
He sits next to me, to the right of my torso. “You are exquisite,” he breathes. He winces when he looks at my battered feet—never the most aesthetically-pleasing part of a ballet dancer’s body—fortunately he doesn’t dwell on them. “This body. You. Should be worshipped.” He lowers himself down to kiss me on the lips, just once, though I lift myself up formore.
He rubs his hands together to warm them up. “Have you ever hadacupuncture?”
“I have, actually, in Pittsburgh. It helped to heal my ankle when I twisted it, quitequickly.”
“So you know about the theory ofmeridians?”
I stare at his hands, my body aching for their touch. “Energychannels?”
“Essentially, yes. And in ancient Chinese erotica, there’s a system of points along the body’s meridians that when stimulated can cause immediate sexual arousal, as well as boost sexual stamina and tune up the autonomic nervous systemthat—”
“You’re killing me,professor.”
He grins and licks his lips. “They’re called love points.” He touches my belly button with the tip of his index finger and slowly drags it down to my clit, then back up again. “From the naval down to the pubic bone there are seven lovepoints.”
My back arches and I point mytoes.
“This area is called the cinnabar field. These love points are to be lightly pressed with the finger pad.” He places his middle fingertip inside my belly button and presses down for about three seconds, then releases and presses again. “This is acupressure. Does it feelgood?”
“I guess, but it also feels liketorture.”
He smiles and continues to move an inch down at a time, from my naval to my pubic bone, using the palm of his hand to rub the points. I let out a sigh and start to relax. His mastery of control is no longer annoying to me, it’shot.
“Now we move on to the love points on and around thebreasts.”
Fuckyeah.
He straddles my thighs, his erection rubbing against my clit. I reach down to touch it, but I get a verbal slap on the wrist. “Keep your hands at your sides.” He adjusts his boxer briefs, then gets focused on my breasts and their hard, hardnipples.
He places the fingers of his right hand on the breastbone, directly in between my nipples, and rubs in a small circular motion. “This is called the middle cinnabarfield.”
“Mmmhmm.”
He draws in a deep breath as his hands reach up to cup my breasts, pressing down with his fingertips on an area at the top of the breasts, below the shoulder. I feel him grow even harder against me and close my eyes. His hands are warm, and his touch is somewhere between clinical and erotic. “These points can also be stimulated with a firmed-up tongue tip, would you likethat?”
