Lewellyn sat down in the lab closet after watching Mina walk into the hallway. He was completely stunned. He looked at the wall clock hanging on the side wall of the lab, and it said 5:37. It had been barely an hour and a half since the class ended, and Mina had leaned forward and touched his hand the first time.

He looked at his hand and tried to recreate how the initial touch felt electrical, how warm her hand felt, and how it made his hand tingle.

That thought was interrupted by a more amazing one: how he had put his hand on the front of her panties.

“Curl your fingers between my legs and feel my panties,” she had said.

In a total mental fog, he stared at the far end of the closet, at a large-scale Galvanometer, and tried to concentrate on the possibility that he had dreamed it all. It seemed real. He reached down and felt for the paper towels in his underpants. They were still there.

He pushed his hips toward the front of the lab stool, lifted himself a bit, and pulled the towels out.

Yep, it all had happened. He remembered running his forefinger and middle finger from the front of Mina's panties down the soft cotton fabric and bending his fingers as her body curved until his fingers were underneath her vulval mound. The panties had felt damp where he first touched them, but here they were fully wet, so much that the furry cotton fabric took on a wet, creamy feeling.

His penis was swelling again, and he loved how the story he was reliving was making him so aroused, almost as if the events were happening again.

Step by step, he went over being close to Mina, trying to remember every word she had said.

“If you're so sure I will behave myself, why don't you let me... help?”

“Gotcha. I wasn't gonna turn it. Did I scare you?”

“Have you ever kissed a girl on the lips?”

“I can kiss anybody I want to kiss, any time.”

“Put these tissues in your underpants.”

“My mom has sex with her girlfriends maybe about once a month.”

Lewey had been so shocked when Mina said, “Lewey, I certainly never expected to fall in love with you,” that he couldn't even begin to digest that Mina's mother had sex with other women. It had all happened so fast. He'd have to ask Mina about many of her comments later. Right now though, the thought of Mina's mother in bed with two other nude women, having sex, made his penis even harder, and right now it was harder than he ever remembered it, so hard it ached.

Lewellyn had an unusual ability to visualize scenes in his head. His fantasies were complex, involving not just the naked girl he was visualizing but every item of clothing she removed, where she was, who other than he might be watching, how she was feeling, how she decided to display herself, how she felt about his watching, what she was thinking about doing next—everything, and how the pieces interacted.

In his fantasy world, he created an image of Mina's mother based on how Mina looked. She was beautiful like Mina, only about twenty years older. She had the same sweet smile as her daughter. She was completely nude along with one of her female lovers. She and Ella—Lewellyn was compulsive about giving each of the characters a name—knelt on a large bed in a stylish, beautifully decorated bedroom. A closet in the background displayed various lingerie items. Mina was standing by the bed, dressed in a transparent negligee, caressing her breasts.

“Go ahead Lewellyn,” she said, “make love to my Mom. She wants to experience how you make love to me. I'll watch to make sure you make her cum, make her wet herself like you did it to me.”

The image of Mina urging him to have sex with her Mom shook his mental equilibrium into chaos. A wave of shame swept through him and made his entire body jerk as if he had touched an electrical circuit, and he slipped off the stool he was on and caught himself by grabbing the long bench that ran the length of the storeroom.

Even when Lewellyn was still trying to follow the religious commandments and warnings, his fertile imagination would conjure up extremely forbidden scenes of his English teacher, scenes of school girls, church girls, and the Assistant Minister's wife, and have them perform obscene, sinful tableaus for him while he masturbated. The depth of shame that shocked him now exceeded even what he felt then, because now he was thinking about his sweet girlfriend's mother. As always, the shame brought with it even greater arousal.

Tears formed in his eyes. He stared at the tabletop for a long moment, then he saw Mina form in his mind. She smiled her usual, fantastic smile, and she repeated the words she had said to him just before she left.

“Now I want you to go home, crawl in bed and play with yourself, masturbate, do it as much as you want to, there's nothing, nothing wrong about it...”

Lewellyn began to regain his real-world state of mind. He reminded himself how in all the years since he began to think about sex, he had never once acted on one of his forbidden fantasies. Mina was right; there was nothing wrong with his fantasy.

His fantasy had strongly aroused him, and the very deep shame had followed it as usual, but completely new to him was that the religion-mediated fear of hell was gone. In its place, he still felt, stronger than ever, the consuming sexual arousal. His penis was still aching from its swollen state.

He was again about to eject more fluid to wet his clothes. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his penis, and began to masturbate. The image that came to him was of pinching Mina's nipples and the sweet noises she made.

He laughed out loud in pure happiness over the way his mind was working. He teased Mina's breasts and looked over his shoulder at Mina's Mom, watching how he was making Mina wet her panties.

His legs almost failed to support him, his nipples tightened, and every tendon, nerve, and muscle in his lower abdomen convulsed and again drove his sexual fluid out of his body. He managed to catch most of the fluid in the paper towels, but he missed a bit, and it arced out and splashed against the storeroom table.

He cleaned up his mess and drove back to his apartment in a daze. He gathered up his books, slide rule, and the lab reports of his students, climbed the stairs, opened the apartment door, and dumped it all on his desk. He closed and locked the door to his bedroom and shed his damp pants, shirt, and underpants. After wiping his hands carefully, he took the folder of lab reports, and since Mina had been last to hand her report to Lewey, it was on top.

Lewey looked at the report for a while, thinking of it as almost sacred. The writing was very neat. She had written her name in printed letters, while the descriptive entries were in beautiful cursive script, all letters the same size, in straight lines, perfectly formed.

He picked up the paper and walked over to the full-length mirror on his closet door. He again caressed his penis while he looked at Mina's paper. Everything was correct and well-stated. It could be an example report in a textbook.

He put the paper down reverently and turned back to the mirror. He imagined that Mina was sitting in an old straight chair to the right of the closet, watching his masturbatory display. He began to move his hand from the tip of his penis to the base and back again.

He spoke to the Imaginary Mina. “Watch me, sweetheart. This is what I do whenever I think of you. I can't help it. I need you. I'm ashamed for you to watch, but there's nothing else in the world I want more.

“I'm not circumcised, Mina. Nobody did that where and when I was born. I hope you don't mind. The idea that uncircumcised boys aren't clean isn't true. If anything, my penis is cleaner than a boy who has his penis rub against his clothes all day long, and I wash myself thoroughly... really.”

His imagination was locked on the image of Mina. She was listening intently, her hands folded in her lap as they had been as he lectured at the beginning of the first lab session.

Imaginary Mina sighed back to him, 'Oh Lewey, I don't think you're not clean. Moreover, I'm glad you're not scarred by that barbaric circumcision procedure.”

He moved on from imagining his speech to Imaginary Mina, and she had motioned him over to her, turned her chair so he could still see himself in the mirror while standing in front of her, and lovingly took over masturbating him. She asked him to undress her while she “sexually abused him,” that was the phrase he imagined her using. He took off her dress and her bra and panties, and used one hand to play with her nipples while she still caressed his penis.

It was when she began to push her fingers into her vagina that his body jerked involuntarily and his semen spurted into his hand.

He got through the week barely keeping up with his class work. Professor Caulsen, who had given him the lab job, stopped him in the hall and said that he'd heard good things about the first class. “Good job, Lewellyn.”

He got to the lab on Monday early enough to put out the equipment the students would use plus a mimeographed sheet with data they'd need, and he'd hoped Mina might show up early enough that he could gauge whether they were still somehow “special” friends.

That luxury wasn't to be because she arrived only less than a minute before he began to hand out the graded reports from last week. A few students made exaggerated, loud groans, most quietly assessed the damage, some were happy, and he saved the last paper for Mina.

She took the paper from his hand without touching him, and he proceeded to his desk, but as he walked away, she said in a voice that at least the front three rows could hear, “Thank you, Professor Parent!”

It had an A+ marked on it.

Lewey's heart missed a beat. She was playing with him. She still thought they were friends. Then he was facing her again across his desk and the front-row lab bench. She wore her usual, world-class smile.

“Miz. Andersen, I mean Mina. My name is Lewey, remember? And, as I told you, I'm a student like you.

“By the way, class, Mina had a question last week that I couldn't answer. She asked when and where the term 'center-of-gravity' was invented. The answer is that it was first used, in Greek, by the ancient physicist Archimedes. It was first used in English in 1624, in the writing of Theophilus Higgons, a Church of England clergyman, and Isaac Newton picked it up and used it.”

Mina looked right and left to make sure neither of her neighbors was looking at her and quickly stuck her tongue out at Lewey.

“Yes! She still likes me,” he allowed himself to think, and he took a deep breath because it was all he could do not to yell out to the class, “I love her!”

Mina had a couple of questions during the lab, and other class members may have wondered why they smiled so much while discussing density and buoyancy. After class ended, a few students questioned Lewey about why their lab reports didn't get a better grade. Mina remained seated and appeared to be reading a book and making notes. When the lab room had emptied, Lewey followed the last exiting student to the hall door and closed and latched the door behind her. Then he turned to face Mina, who was already looking at him.

She immediately said, “Hi there, sweetheart.”

“Hi there to you, sweet, lovely girl,” Lewey replied. “I could sure use some help cleaning up.”

“Oh dear,” she said. “I should have brought an apron to protect my dress. Of course, if I just take my dress off, it won't get dirty. Would that be a good solution to the problem?”

“Oh yes, that would be an excellent solution except... have you noticed there's a window pane in the hall door? We might get quite a crowd gathering there. I'll do all the dirty work, and then you can help me wash myself up,” he said with a grin and got a “You bet” from Mina.

Lewey had reached Mina by then, and he immediately put his arm around her waist, gave her a little kiss on the cheek, and pulled her toward the back of the room where they wouldn't be seen from the hallway.

He turned and gently pushed her against the wall. Then he put his lips on hers, pressed his tongue between her lips, and together they replayed the wonderful, long-lasting, wet, heavy-breathing, sloppy, no-holds-barred kissing they had started a week ago. As soon as the kiss started, Mina found Lewey's left hand, lifted it to her breast, and showed him that he still had the right to touch her intimately.

Lewey pressed his body harder against hers, forcing her against the wall until they both felt the wonderful pressure of the other's body. They stopped once and drew their heads back just an inch or two so they could talk.

“Oh god, I've missed you so much this last week, Lewey darling. I've thought about you every night and touched myself. It took about three, maybe four orgasms before it tired me out, and I could go to sleep.”

Lewey kept the pressure from his body to hers, gently kneaded Mina's breast and replied, “I couldn't make it till nighttime. I masturbated in the closet right here, right after you left last week. I was overwhelmed by you letting me touch your panties and feel how wet you were. I could hardly drive back to my apartment before I did it again. I must have had about eight orgasms in one day!”

Lewey moved his head back toward hers and began to press his lips to one of the several spots on Mina's lovely face where their saliva had leaked from their kiss and he sucked droplets of it before thrusting his tongue into her lips again. They kissed for a long time, and both of them felt strong, growing, demanding arousal.

As Mina and Lewey held each other and Mina put her head against his chest, Lewey spoke first.

“There's no good place to sit down here, where we can sit together, and these lab stools are pretty hard. The department library is right above us on the second floor. It has three sofas that will be much more comfortable. Let's go up there. The graduate students always work in their labs at night, and undergrads never darken the corridors of the physics building at night. Except me.”

They moved quickly to put away the lab equipment, and then Lewey closed up the lab, took Mina by the hand, and they walked to the freight elevator. Lewey again used the key that locked the lab door to call the elevator.

They entered the library, turned on the lights at the far end of the room, and Lewey locked the door again. The walls were all lined with bookcases. A few free-standing bookcases were spaced around, and study tables and sofas filled the remaining space. Lewey put his hand on Mina's lower back and nudged her to a small sofa near the inner-wall bookcases. A wall jutting into the room with more bookcases separated the sofa from the entrance door.

“Let's sit here,” he said. They dumped the books and papers they were carrying and one large shopping bag that Mina had brought with her on a study table. Mina sat near one end of the sofa, and Lewey sat close enough to put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him and put one arm on his chest.

“We need to talk,” Lewey began. “I could hug and kiss you all night. But I have some stuff I need to say.”

“Hug and kiss?” she said, looking up at him. “Is that all you planned to do tonight? I kinda planned to give you a bit of a show and teach you some of my favorite games.”

Lewey grinned and squeezed his arm around her shoulders, and he hurried to say, “Oh yes, please be my teacher, but I really need to talk to you first.”

Mina reluctantly pulled her hand across his chest, stopping to squeeze his breast and vibrate her fingers over his nipple, then reluctantly sat up, pivoted on the seat, and leaned against the end of the sofa to face Lewey directly. “Okay, business first.”

He turned toward her and pushed his shoulder into the back of the sofa.

“I told you a little bit last week about growing up in a strange church. It's affected me in all sorts of ways, in nearly everything I do. One thing I didn't understand until I heard James Watson, one of the people who discovered the structure of the genetic code molecule, DNA. I heard him on the radio, and he talked about how people, young people, and kids hear adults saying completely crazy things, and they believe those things just because an adult says it. I believed everything the church people said just because they said it, and they seemed to believe it, and they all agreed. Just imagine I'm about ten years old and I hear one of the most respected adults say, 'Dating a girl who isn't in our church is a serious sin.' I believed it. At least, I tried to believe it and tried not to believe it.

“Mina, even after I began to think something was not right about what they said, and that was when I was maybe twelve years old, I still acted like a model Christian boy. They all patted me on the head and said what a good, smart boy I was.

“The thing I didn't get until I heard Watson on the radio is that doing that, pretending you agree with stuff you know isn't right, doing it just to convince them you believe it, eats away at your self-respect. And shame, it makes you so deep-down ashamed of who you are, but you keep up the pretense anyway.

“I think it's why I have so little self-confidence. I always expect other people to be smarter, more handsome, more likable, everything. I figure I do well at physics and math not because I'm smart, but just because I try harder. Just because I'm some sort of nerd.”

Mina remained quiet for a moment, and Lewey tried to compose the next part of his confession.

Before he was composed, Mina said softly, “You're a wonderful, smart, kind person, Lewey. I hate what they did to you, made you do to yourself. Oh, Lewey, I'm so sorry.”

She reached out and took Lewey's hand and squeezed it.

Lewey held her hand but went on, “It's just now, since I left home, that I begin to really understand it, and I think better of myself... most of the time.

“But here's the problem. I just fell in love with you, and this... rotten piece in me isn't something I want to impose on you, and the longer I remain close to you, the harder it would be, soon impossible, for me to see you go on with your life without me. I think we need to be friends, nothing more.”

“No,” Mina said quickly and emphatically. “No... No... No. Can't you see it? It's almost as simple as one of Newton's laws. Action and reaction.” She paused speaking for a moment but stared intently at Lewey. “Your 'rotten' piece; that's what's making you say this stuff to me! Think better of yourself right now!” She was shouting, but then she paused. The pained look on Lewellyn's face made her wait.

After a while, Lewey said slowly, sorrowfully, as if it were an apology, “You're right.”

“Lewey, no, Lewellyn,” she said. “I think Lewey is too flippant for you. You need a more dignified, a brighter name, so I'm going to use your full name from now on, Lewellyn. That's such a melodious name. Now. You're damn right I'm right. I refuse your declaration of self-imposed hypocrisy. I'm gonna call you on it every time I see that stuff creep up on you. But I am not going to be just your friend and nothing more. I love you. After one full week of consideration and reconsideration, night and day—I love you.”

Lewellyn's face contorted as if sad and yet determined at the same time. His lips parted as if he had something to say, but the only thing about his face that changed or moved was a single tear that ran down.

When Mina saw the tear, she reached out and took Lewellyn's other hand and held both hands tightly. She lifted up from the sofa arm and pulled herself to Lewellyn. She let go of his hands and put both her arms around his neck, and she guided her lips to the tear that had come to rest near the corner of his mouth. She pressed her lips around the tear and pulled it onto her tongue. Then she moved her head so that it rested on his shoulder and just hugged him with all her warmth. He used his arms to hold her tightly.

After a while, without moving from their completely uninhibited hug, Lewellyn spoke, “I don't understand how you can know me so much better than I know myself.”

Maybe a minute passed, and then Mina spoke again. “You aren't to blame somehow for the way you grew up. You just reacted sensibly to the warped world you were presented with. Now that you're outside that world, you're again, very sensibly, very Lewellyn-like, adjusting to this world. What happened last week in the lab closet, how you went from being afraid to touch me to kissing me and touching my wet panties; it was such a change. I see you're eager to learn the ways of this, our world, and a fast learner at that. I'll restate our deal. I'll swap you teaching me physics for me teaching you how to understand yourself. I absolutely know you can learn how to do it.” a short pause, and then, “and in the bargain, you also get my heart and a license to research my...physiology, as much as you want.”

Lewellyn still held her tightly, but he stared into her eyes and said with passion and a growing smile, “If you promise to be a really strict teacher, I accept. I will, I promise that I'll be a good student. You are so amazing!”

They parted, and Mina relaxed against the sofa arm again.

Lewellyn went on, “I sincerely meant it about settling for just being your friend, Mina. I would much rather be just a friend than lose you completely.”

Mina smiled again just like she had smiled at him the first day of lab.

“And, one more thing,” he said,” What do you mean by 'give me a show'?”

“Ah, my dear Lewellyn, where do we start?” She wanted to make it a game.

“I think you should examine the Mina apparatus that you'll be working with,” she said while fanning out her hands to indicate her entire body, “ and make sure you know how to handle adjusting my knobs, my levers, all my movable parts. Here, start by removing the covers on the Mina machine.”

“I think I may need an instruction manual,” Lewellyn said, immediately joining the game.

She lifted her legs as he spoke and rested them across Lewellyn's legs. “All in good time. It's an interactive manual.” Then in a machine-like voice, she said, “Take my shoes and socks off.”

Lewellyn responded, taking great care to handle her foot gently. He took the shoe off and leaned over the edge of the sofa until he could place the shoe softly on the floor. Straightening up, he used both his hands to hold the top of her sock and pull it down her ankle and off her foot. He raised her leg until he could kiss her toes and gave simple, chaste kisses to each toe. Then he picked up her other leg and repeated the uncovering and kissing of her second foot.

He held both her feet in his hands and gently massaged them; then he put one foot down and much more vigorously massaged the flat of the other foot, using his fingers to bend her toes one at a time to loosen any tension in them. He ended the massage with a rhythmic squeezing and pushing to loosen all her foot's joints. Then he repeated with her other foot.

Mina sighed and breathed deep breaths in a show of her appreciation until Lewellyn had finished and lowered both her feet to lie on his thighs.

“I have examined the locomotive machinery carefully, and it seems to be in proper order,” he said.

“You examined it so well,” she said. “Now it's time to remove the Mina machine's main cover. Press this button, and the cover will automatically open.” She lifted one foot and prominently wiggled her big toe.

Lewellyn looked at the toe, and Mina saw what was unmistakably the face of a young boy first seeing his gifts on Christmas morning. Lewellyn placed his index finger on the tip of Mina's toe and ceremoniously pushed it up. Mina giggled.

Lewellyn's pretended wide-eyed anticipation became real, sincere as Mina began to unbutton her dress, never taking her eyes from Lewellyn's face. Down to her waist she unbuttoned, then one more, then curled her fingers around the edges of the open dress and ran her fingers back up to pull the dress open.

When she had opened the dress maybe ten inches at the top, she moved her right hand over to join the left, and she pulled the dress fabric to the side until her left breast was completely uncovered by the dress, covered only by the cup of an extremely sheer nylon bra with tiny flowers around the cup borders.

Mina had midsized, ideally firm breasts that curved in perfect slopes and arcs to make rounded, protruding globes, and in the center of each globe was a dusky pink nipple, a perfect cone of soft, pliable, flesh.

“Oh, Mina, Oh, Oh, You're so pretty,” Lewellyn exclaimed.

She held the dress open with her fingers and allowed Lewellyn to take it in. Then she began to slowly move her fore and middle finger of both hands in circles around the nipple, and occasionally allow a middle finger to dart out and flick the apex of the nipple. Her face displayed in full detail the ecstasy that her movement gave her.

“Oh, Mina,” Lewellyn managed to say, “you are so beautiful, so elegant. I don't know the words I need...”

Mina responded tenderly, “Your facial expressions say all that's needed. Relax and enjoy, my love.”

Mina moved her left hand to circle the breast and tightened her fingers to make the breast protrude a bit more. With her right hand, she gripped the nipple and pressed her fingers together so that the tip of the nipple stretched the sheer nylon fabric and became more prominent. She pulled her breast outward to make the sexual display of her breast even more enticing.

“I want to show you how to use it,” she said to Lewellyn, “how to make me feel your love; feel my arousal and match it with yours. Do you know all the names for a girl's breasts? Since I'm the teacher now, this is your first exam. What does the vox-populi, the hoi-polloi, call my lovely breasts?”

Almost speechless with joy, happiness, lust, desire, admiration, the urge to laugh, and just so much emotion, he still rose to the challenge, “Wow, that's a tough first exam? Let's see. Boobs, bosoms, tits, teats, knockers, melons, jugs,” and he paused and bit his lower lip.

Mina loved his enthusiastic response.

He began again a little slower. “tatas... pillows... twins... honkers... peaches, and a girl in my high school called them bazooms.”

Mina helped him out, “I know bazooms, I even use it myself sometimes. I like how over-the-top it is, and you left out rack, and don't forget puppies.”

She wiggled her breast from side to side and added, “I have the warm feeling you like my bazooms.”

After taunting Lewellyn with her breast, she leaned back against the sofa arm and resumed unbuttoning her dress. She looked directly at Lewellyn while she unbuttoned the remaining buttons. Then she sat up, pulled the dress back over her arms, and draped it over the sofa arm.

Lewellyn could not take his eyes off Mina. She now sat at the end of the sofa with nothing to cover her except her sheer nylon bra and matching panties. She placed her feet about a foot apart and did nothing to hide her pubis. Lewellyn could see both her nipples, her magnificently protruding breasts, and her vulva, covered only partially by the sheer nylon panties. He could see her inner labia barely peeking out between her outer labia. The inner labia were a deeper pink than the outer lips, but not quite as deep as her nipples.

The rest of her was a wonderfully smooth, almost perfect complexion, just one small brown blemish under her right arm. Her skin tone was rosy pink with what seemed to be a very pale suntan. Her pubic hair was not trimmed, but it was thick and luxurious only at the top of her vulva and thinned as it went down the sides of her labia. Further down, it was much thinner and fine. The view took his breath away, literally. When she had laid her dress on the sofa arm, straightened her legs, and turned to face him again, she noticed he had stopped breathing; just plain forgot.

“Breathe, Lewellyn, breathe,” she said. “Do you like your Mina's special toolbox?” she asked, looking down at her rather exposed vulva.

“Yes! Oh, Mina, you are so graceful, and your undressing is so... You're an angel, a real, flesh-and-blood angel.”

Mina laughed, and then in a throaty voice, “Maybe I'm a she-devil, and I want your soul!”

She paused to see Lewellyn's reaction, not being sure whether or not she might have triggered his old self.

Mina was relieved when Lewellen replied, “I've never seen a girl's vulva before,” using the anatomically correct term for what he saw when Mina so gracefully, unselfconsciously spread her thighs for him to see.

“It looks so much more... pretty than the pictures I've seen in books. And it's so much more a part of you than a penis that just sticks out. It makes me want to…” and he couldn't finish as the familiar wave of shame enveloped him.

“Makes you want to what, Lewellyn? Tell me, please.”

Lewellyn took a deep breath and continued. “Your beautiful pubis, your genitalia, your quim, your cunt, makes me want to touch you, to touch your sex, to even kiss it. Okay, I said it.”

“Bravo,” Gina rewarded him. Then she asked, “Do you know the origin of calling a girl's genitals her 'quim'?”

“No,” he said, “tell me.”

“It's from Spanish,” she said. “In Spanish, quimica, and she pronounced it perfectly, 'Keem e ka.' It means Chemistry. Quim is an abbreviation of Quimica, with the pronunciation we usually would give q-u-i-m. It's where girls do all their very special chemistry; make boys go crazy, for example; even make babies. Pretty amazing chemistry, wouldn't you say?”

“I'll say,” Lewellyn replied.

Mina continued, “Quim when used as slang is generally considered a derogatory word, an insult. But because you know the meaning now, and because I just like the sound of it, quim sounds much better to me than cunt, you can talk about my quim as much as you want.”

Mina waited to see if Lewellyn had any other comments, but he didn't, so she reached behind her back, found the bra snaps, and unhooked them. She was leaning back enough that the bra didn't fall away. She brought her arms back around her body and cupped her hands over the still-covered lovely bosoms.

“Are you ready?” she said.

Lewellyn replied, “You don't have to...” and Mina laughed out loud. “Oh Lewellyn, I'm doing it because I want to, because... I... want... to.” Tilting her head just a barely perceptible angle, she went on, “I can see that you're really aroused, but so am I.”

After maybe a minute of showing herself, she relaxed again. “Lewellyn, I need somebody to play with me. If you want to play with me, take off your shirt and your pants and your shoes and socks. Like me, you can leave your shorts on for now. Come on! I need a playmate. I want to play with you. I need somebody to take my panties off. They're so tight.”

As it had been when Mina first commanded Lewellyn to kiss her, his desire, the raging need filling his whole body, was controlling him. Mina's plea for a playmate unleashed his desire, and he grabbed the lapels of his shirt and began to furiously unbutton it.

It took only a short time to, in his fever, take off the shirt, the pants, his shoes, and socks, and to stand in only his loose boxer shorts. He realized only as his pants hit the floor that his penis lifted the floppy leg of his underpants and peeked out for Mina to see.

He quickly dropped one hand to cover his nakedness. Mina was smiling her usual angelic smile, and she offered to ease his embarrassment by saying, “It's okay, we'll get your shorts off soon enough.”

Even Mina wasn't sure whether she meant to comfort him or taunt him. But as usual, Mina was right. Lewellyn grinned and stepped toward his darling Mina.

Mina shifted herself toward the front of the sofa, leaving a space for Lewellyn to lie down. He put one foot up and lifted himself to stand on the sofa, and bracing himself on the sofa back, he lowered himself into the space between Mina and the sofa back.

He had not accounted for his exposed penis, and as he lowered himself the last few inches, his swollen penis came to rest, about half out of his shorts, against Mina's naked thigh.

Shocked to feel her soft skin touching his already wet penis, Lewellyn tensed his muscles to stand up again, but Mina quickly put a hand on his shoulder and instructed him, “Don't get up. I like it.”

Lewellyn was, however, so embarrassed that he reached down to where his penis unintentionally caressed Mina and pulled his penis up inside his shorts to protrude out the waistband of his shorts, but only a little.

Then, Lewellyn wasn't sure where he should put his arms. It seemed safe to put his left arm under Mina's head, so he maneuvered it over her head and lovingly cradled her shoulders. He put his left arm down along his side.

“I need that instruction manual,” he said.

Mina snuggled and turned slightly toward Lewellyn. “You don't have to ask permission to touch the mechanisms,” she said. “The user is allowed to touch anywhere. Get it? Anywhere. If I don't like the way you do it, I'll tell you. Try it out now. Touch me somewhere, and I'll give you feedback.”

Lewellyn lifted his left arm and extended his forefinger. He reached out and put the tip of his finger into the depression of her navel. He did not press down at first, fearing he might push too hard.

“That tickles,” she said. “Press down harder or move a little.”

Then he put his middle finger and ring finger together and lifted his other fingers out of the way. He pressed the two fingers directly on her left nipple and moved them in a small circle.

“Oh yes,” she responded, “Yes. Ohhh, make the circle a little bigger. Yes, yes, yes.”

He continued a bit, and then she whispered, “Do the other one. You're a master of touching.”

Lewellyn's attention to Mina's breasts continued for a while with circles, left-right, up-down, pinching, pulling, tapping, flicking. Mina guided him and suggested different schemes. They spent a lot of time on the flicking maneuver. Lewellyn would flick his middle finger to strike Mina's nipple, the trick being to hit just the right spot along the extended nipple with just the right force and to repeat the movement at just the right interval.

After quite a few tries and a couple of painful strikes to poor Mina's delicious nipples, Lewellyn found the sweet spot and sent Mina into spasms of pleasure, screeches of delight on both nipples, and continued until Mina begged him to stop.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she replied, “but oh darling, you've made me wet my panties so much it's gonna stain the sofa. There's a waterproof cloth in my shopping bag. Please get it. I'll move my dress, and you put it down so neither you nor I ruin the sofa.”

Motivated by the intense desire to resume their lovemaking, the exchange was completed quickly, and the couple resumed their positions on the sofa.

“I'm not surprised that you brought a cover,” Lewellyn said with a grin. “you knew we were going to end up here, making a luscious mess, so you came prepared. You're going to be one hell of a nurse!”

Mina replied, caressing the side of Lewellyn's face, “You are as skilled in manipulating your tools, my bazooms, as I expected: a master.

“Seriously, Lewellyn, your touch is perfect and so incredibly arousing. You have said a few times that I understand you better than you understand yourself. Well, you know how to touch me like nothing I've ever experienced.”

“Do I do it better than Julian?”, he asked.

Mina frowned. “Don't ask that. You and Julian are never to compete over me. I love you both. I want both of you to touch me and make love to me. You are two different people, so I expect you to make love to me in different ways.”

She waited to see how Lewellyn reacted. He seemed to just ponder what she had said.

“Oh, Lewellyn, let's get back to our little games. Let me try teaching by example.”

She sat up and moved forward and crossed her legs on the sofa.

“Are your nipples sensitive? If I touch your nipples, will it sexually arouse you?” she asked.

He didn't answer right away but finally, “I'm ashamed. Not the religious stuff. It's macho man stuff. My nipples are definitely sensitive. I know because I play with my breasts most of the time when I masturbate. I put one hand on my penis and one hand on my breast. I told a doctor one time that my breasts are very sensitive, but I thought men's breasts weren't supposed to be. I was relieved when he said not all, but most men's breasts, particularly nipples, are sensitive, but they'll deny it if asked because it isn't macho. Is that what you think?”

“I'm sorry that any men don't have nice sensitive breasts. I'll show you why it makes me sad,” and Mina began to massage Lewellyn's chest using the palms of her hands. She rubbed his entire chest, but she made sure her hands brushed across his nipples on most of her sweeps.

Next, Mina cupped both her hands around Lewellyn's left breast and circled and compressed his breast so that it rose from his chest more than the other. She then leaned over so that a drop of saliva she formed fell directly on the nipple. She lowered her head, took his nipple into her pursed lips, and began to rub her tongue on the captured flesh.

“Oh, Mina,” he cried and released a long wail of ecstasy. He thrust his hips up, brought both his arms up, and tangled his fingers in Mina's hair. He wailed her name, thrashed about, and in the commotion he made, his shorts slipped down his thighs, and his penis sprang free, and a droplet of pre-cum dripped onto his belly.

Mina continued her care of his nipple until his motions slowed down. Then she raised her head and saw his swollen and very erect penis. She smiled and looked at Lewellyn's face.

“You have such sexually sensitive nipples. I love it. Your reaction makes me so aroused, too. Your penis is so... pretty. It really is. It's so swollen and hard. I want it!

Despite wanting to cover himself again, he was so enraptured by the erotic interaction between Mina and himself that he let it pass and told her, “My darling Mina, I really can't tell you, can't explain how sexy this is. I'm so close to ejaculating right now, I think if I move at all, I can't hold it.”

“Then don't,” she said, and she shifted along the sofa from her head almost touching his breast until her head was at his waist.

“Give me your cum, Lewellyn, I want it so much,” and she took both her hands and wrapped them around Lewellyn's hard, trembling penis.

This unexpected event, so completely unprecedented for Lewellyn, embarrassed him enough to prevent his immediate ejaculation. Mina's hands moved up toward the tip of Lewellyn's penis. His uncircumcised foreskin was now stretched back from the tip by his erection so that the beautifully formed, purplish glans was uncovered, and another drop of precum was slowly falling from the tip.

She extended her forefinger nearest the tip and wiped the drop onto her finger. She turned her head to look at Lewellyn and brought her droplet-bearing finger to her lips. Lewellyn looked, lost in the emotions swirling in his head. Mina extended her tongue till its tip was just at her lips, and she wiped her finger across her lips to leave the clear, creamy drop on her lips and tongue.

Lewellyn was frozen, looking at Mina, until she swept her tongue across her lips to take the complete drop and drew the drop into her mouth. Her eyes and Lewellyn's were locked on each other to share that moment.

But it was just an act in the ongoing play. The scene was too arousing for Lewellyn to stop the spasms that began to shoot through his hips, his entire abdomen, his thighs; and his fluid, what felt to him as the entire contents of his genitals were ejected from the tip of his penis.

Mina shifted her hands to intercept the flood from Lewellyn's penis. The fluid puddled in her hands and then began to run down his penis. When the flood began to subside, she partly opened her hands and looked at the slowly flowing evidence of Lewellyn's passion. She began to cry because of the swelling happiness in her heart, but the expression on her face was not sorrow, but joy.

Lewellyn reached out to Mina, who looked sort of quizzically at her hands, and they both began to giggle.

As they began to recover from the intense emotion, once again, the huge paper tissues, found everywhere in the physics building, enabled them to tidy up. After a while, they were once again in each other's arms on the sofa.

They didn't talk yet, they kissed, held hands, and caressed each other.

Finally, Mina spoke. “That makes me so happy, Lewellyn. For the rest of my life, I will be able to recreate in my mind how you and I shared your orgasm, with me touching you, the first time with me, and it was so beautiful.”

“It happened because of you,” he said. “I was just the lucky recipient; you made it all happen.”

“That's okay,” she replied, “and now it's my turn. You make it happen for me.”

“I can hardly wait,” he said, almost interrupting her. “But you'll have to get out the instruction manual again.”

“We haven't discussed this in our whirlwind romance,” she said. “There are many different ways to give me pleasure, and I want you to make me orgasm my favorite way. There are many ways, you know.”

“No,” he said, “but I'm ready to learn.”

“I like to fuck,” she said, “any way is a good way for me, but my choice right now is for you to stimulate me with your hands while you kiss me. I'll show you. The common way to say it is, 'I want you to finger-fuck me.' You're already a super kisser, so all I have to do is show you the hand moves. Pay attention.”

Mina stood up and quickly slipped off her panties. Lewellyn had not put any clothing back on since his orgasm.

“Get up!” she ordered Lewellyn. “It's my turn to lie down and let you do the work.”

He jumped up with a mocking “Yes, Ma'am.”

Mina laid herself down at the end of the sofa where she had first been, not resting quite as high against the sofa arm. She spread her legs apart much farther than she had when teasing Lewellyn.

“You sit here,” she said, pointing to the sofa about a foot in front of her.

Lewellyn obediently sat down facing Mina and was not able to take his eyes off her completely nude vulva, the expanse of her belly, her thighs.

“Give me your hand, the right hand. Extend your index finger. Relax and let me guide you,” she said.

“Gladly,” he replied.

Mina moved his hand until the index finger rested on her clitoris above the opening of her labia.

“I know that you know some of this, but I'll pretend you've been a really good Christian boy and haven't looked at any dirty magazines, and I'll give the whole story.”

Lewellyn smiled like a child.

Mina moved his finger around the area where her clitoris was most sensitive, talking softly about how the clitoris works. Lewellyn's penis swelled again as soon as she started, but they both ignored it while she was guiding him.

After the clitoris, she placed his finger below the clitoral hood, adjusting it so that his finger pressed exactly on her urethral opening.

“This is my urethral opening. It's where I pee. How do you feel about pee? Is it disgusting to you? Have you ever tasted your own pee?”

Lewellyn thought about the questions for a moment, at least as well as he could think about anything other than that his finger was pressed against his darling sweetheart's pee hole, and consequently, his penis was very, very hard again.

“I know, scientifically, that in a healthy person, the pee is free of bacteria. Also, normal urine doesn't contain poisons. Knowing that, once, maybe more when I was intensely aroused by masturbating, it seemed like an interesting thing to do: I tasted my pee. Not my favorite drink, in fact... but if we're talking about your pee, my sweet Mina's pee, I want to bathe in it.”

Mina chuckled at his final declaration and blushed a little. “Okay, sounds like you won't mind playing with my urethral opening, and I find that it can be intensely exciting if the right person is doing it. You happen to be such a right person, so part of the time while you're finger-fucking me, you're going to be jiggling my urethral orifice.”

After explaining that the trick in urethral play was pressure, not movement. She talked about pushing sideways vs pushing inward, how to find a frequency of pressing, and how to know when it's time to move on.

Moving Lewellyn's finger around her urethra was making her very aroused. Occasionally, she stopped talking and just sighed and guided him.

“I think you just peed a little,” Lewellyn said. “I like it. I like sharing everything with you.”

She talked a bit about playing with the labia themselves and confessed that sucking on her labia was a maneuver she really liked when someone special was kissing her vulva.

Finally, she came to her vagina.

“The vagina is complex. As you see, there's lots of wobbly skin, and you can't see very far inside, but a lot of the best parts are inside. To make your lady friend happy, you'll need to talk to her. She'll want you to gently touch her around the opening, especially after she's produced a lot of lubricating fluid or you've added some. To get inside, you put one, two, or even three fingers together and find just the right spot inside, and again, you have to let her be your guide.

Mina had Lewellyn begin to caress her vaginal opening, and they had to take another intermission when Lewellyn couldn't put off an orgasm. Mina again used her hands to make it extra special for him. Lewellyn grabbed the tissue box without interrupting their shared intimacy and just piled a few tissues where they would intercept his cum.

Mina wasn't about to delay Lewellyn's lesson any more than necessary. She had him penetrate her vagina with his middle and ring fingers. She had him move them around, curl them up, and try different dances of his fingers like he had done on her clit. She had him pull his fingers back and then penetrate again, slower, faster. She taught him the exact position of her G-spot.

Now the tutorial was over. They lay down again in what had become their favorite position, Lewellyn against the back of the sofa and Mina lying against him. With both of them now completely naked, the full-length touching of their bodies intoxicated them.

Their lovemaking began with kissing. They were beginning to know each other, the favorite way to nibble at her lips, the best way to tease his tongue, and they exchanged small talk, almost all of it little sex snippets, oaths of love, funny words for breasts, penises, copulation.

When the arousal level rose to urgency for Mina, she moaned to Lewellyn, “Put your fingers on my clitoris. Move them around, like I showed you, just lightly touching me. Fuck me, Lewellyn, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did as she asked, and he got it right. The years spent handling delicate electronics, clock mechanisms, and discarded wristwatches in his home workshop paid off. He expertly understood how to touch something lightly, how to move his hand so that the pressure on his fingers was constant even as her flesh undulated up and down.

Then he began to flutter his fingers up and down, with three of his fingers playing a rhythm on her clitoris. He paraded his fingers around the hood of flesh and carefully cataloged where he got the strongest reactions. The sighs, meows, and cries from her lips excited him almost unbearably, but now he was fixated on her, on the girl who had transported him to her world, who had freed him from his religious prison.

Even when, for the third time since they started, he ejaculated a much smaller-than-before puddle of semen on his thigh, he kept his attention on his beloved Mina.

Without playing their “tool kit” game, he moved his attention below her clitoral hood to her urethral opening and its flesh. Then he brought his right hand down from caressing her breasts and used his index finger and forefinger to continue caressing her clit.

He placed his middle finger exactly on her urethral opening and with pressure like a ball of soft cotton but the speed of a pneumatic hammer, he assaulted her urethra. His finger spread her opening a little, and Mina felt it as an unexpected but arousing violation. She just hadn't expected her inexperienced darling to invade her there. She reflexively tightened her pelvic muscles. She moaned.

Pleased with her reaction, Lewellyn lifted and rotated his hand so that his thumb came down on her urethra and his middle finger slipped into her vagina. She made a continuous stream of ecstatic sounds that rose and fell.

She orgasmed. It started with her feverishly crying, “Fuck me, Lewellyn, fuck me, fuck me.” Then, “Oh God, Oh yes, yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop.” All mingled with sobs and sighs.

As she calmed down, Lewellyn moved his hands over more of her moist pubis and thighs. He was so amazed at how wet she was, how his fingers glistened as he slowly pulled them from her vagina. She seemed to thoroughly like his rubbing her thighs and belly, and she placed her hands on his.

As they caressed and massaged her still heavily breathing body, her signature lovely smile grew in intensity.

“I think you saw how much I liked it,” she said. “Tell me how it felt to you, sweetheart.”

“I feel on cloud nine, magnificent, a bit less delirious than when I have an orgasm, but so much more overwhelmed with happiness. You are the most beautiful, moist, glorious creature in existence when you fuck, cum, orgasm, when you show me how much you feel it,” and the glow from his face showed her he meant every word.

Mina sat up and held on to Lewellyn, and they kissed and murmured about how they loved each other. They caressed each other, running their hands over every part of each other.

Mina finally changed the subject a bit. “Lewellyn, one difference between boys and girls is that boys need some time to get aroused again. You're amazing. You've had two orgasms in, I don't know, an hour?”

“Three, he corrected her.

“Oh,” she said, “sorry I missed that one.”

“Anyway,” she went on, “girls can have multiple orgasms fairly quickly one after the other, and, well, I think I need another one now. Are you available to repeat that performance you just gave me?”

“Yes,” he said enthusiastically, “but... could we do it a little differently this time? During this last week, I've thought about giving you orgasms. I've thought about every way I could remember from Playboy, some ways I made up. Would it be good for you if I...if I kissed you... down there?”

“Oh, Lewellyn. Are you sure you want to do that? You might want to... get accustomed to... might not like the... feel... the taste.”

With obvious sincerity, Lewellyn replied, “I want to do it. I've already experienced a lot of your amazing body. And don't think, while we've been playing, don't think I haven't noticed your flavors!... Please, Mina, if it would be good for you. I want more than anything for it to be just like the last time for you.”

“Then yes,” she said. “I'm all yours!”

Mina took a few of the paper towels and wiped herself and the cloth she had put on the sofa, and she laid down and reached her arms out to Lewellyn.

“Take me, darling,” she said with gusto as if she were on a stage. “Ravish me. Take me.”

Lewellyn laid down on top of her, supporting his weight on his knees and arms. He kissed her again with as much fervor as if they hadn't kissed in ages. After a long while, Mina whispered into his ear.

“Don't forget my poor little quim,” she breathed. “It's getting very, very jealous.”

Lewellyn slowly began to slip down her body. He kissed her neck; he kissed her nipples and sucked on them. He kissed her belly, her navel, he kissed her pubic curls, sucked them between his lips, and tugged on them gently.

When he got to her clitoris, he repeated the ritual he had just invented, just with his lips and tongue instead of his fingers. He thought of how it was now “his ritual,” and the thought made him so proud. As he swirled his tongue and lips, he moved on down. He spent a while exploring the lower tips of her clitoral hood and licked his way down to her urethra.

Already he could taste a pale flavor of her pee. He pressed his tongue against her opening and was rewarded by her ecstatic squeals, now familiar, but still a bit different, and it reminded him of the repetition of the musical phases in Ravel's Bolero. His distraction didn't last long. He varied the pressure of his tongue, left/right, up/down, circular movement, all without letting the bond between his tongue and her bare flesh slip at all.

Mina was rising to the same fever pitch as earlier, but he paused just long enough to speak, “I love you so, so much. Cum for me. Do it for me.”

And she did. Hardly a moment after his lips touched the flesh of her vaginal opening, Mina's orgasm began to rise at light speed. Her hips bucked up, pushing the weight of Lewellyn's head with it, and that motion pressed his lips more tightly into her completely exposed flesh. Absorbing the additional pressure by pressing his tongue between his lips, he began to fervently lick and suck her. The acidity of her healthy vaginal flesh, fed by the tide flowing slowly from the upper reaches of her quim was a new experience, as Mina had warned him. But Lewellyn accepted it with wonder and joy, as an eager explorer of the world his extraordinary girlfriend had opened to him. He was fixated, firmly, on arousing and satisfying the need of his dream girl, the girl his masturbation fantasies had not done justice to, a girl whose existence he had known of for only a week, but a girl that he no longer could live without.