A Gift in Disguise Ch. 05

Of course, Tom, I'm still hoping that my first male partner will be you if you're still willing. And we don't necessarily have to do it at Lorraine's or Amanda's offices, you know."

My mind drifted away from our conversation and to a mental image of Kim with her new cock standing nude in front of me -- and her "manhood" going from flaccid to erect. I wondered what sensations she would be feeling with that.

"Tom, are you still there?" Kim's voice brought my mind back to the present. I described for her exactly what I was thinking about.

"Oddly enough, I've had exactly those same thoughts," she responded. "Well, listen, I'd better let you get to bed. I know you've got to drop off your thesis revisions early tomorrow. We'll talk again before next Thursday."

After disconnecting with Kim, I was horny rather than sleepy. Off to one side of the computer was the DVD Amanda had given to me. I had become so engrossed with my thesis work that I had forgotten to look at it. I took it into my bedroom, undressed and got ready for bed, then popped the DVD into my DVD player so I could watch it while lying comfortably in bed.

Clearly this had been done with home video equipment. There was no title, no enticing music, just the image of a queen-size bed and a straight-back chair inside a bedroom.

Two women, both wearing grey nondescript pajamas, came walking into the picture. Since Amanda had given me the DVD, I was not completely surprised to see she was one of the women. I was momentarily shocked, though, to see that Marta Cruz was the other one. Amanda had told me the DVD was showing two women engaging in shifuku no nemuri no kisu, an ancient and rapidly disappearing Japanese sexual practice in which women bring each other to orgasm with limited physical contact other than with their lips and tongues and with sounds. Although attorney Marta Cruz is Filipina, her mother was Japanese. Except for being rather tall, Marta has all the physical traits of a very shapely Japanese woman. Recalling that, I presumed that Marta and Amanda would be engaging in shifuku. When Amanda gave me the DVD, she told me I might cum harder than I've ever cum in my life. She also had said she would like to talk with me after I looked at the DVD.

Amanda walked to the chair and sat down. Marta approached her from behind and began sensually massaging Amanda's face and neck with her fingertips. A few minutes into the massage, it was apparent that Amanda was awake but fully relaxed. Marta continued the massage but bent at the waist so she could whisper into Amanda's ear and caress it with the tip of her tongue. Amanda's breath quickened and became slightly uneven.

Marta moved so slowly, never taking her lips from Amanda's face. Marta kissed her way around to Amanda's lips, then slowly moved her own body so she was sitting astraddle Amanda and facing her. Still her lips and fingertips had never left Amanda's face.

Though their bodies did not appear to be sexually rubbing together, it was evident from Amanda's sounds that she was becoming remarkably aroused. Marta's kisses became more animated, more aggressive, more demanding. Her grip on Amanda's face with her hands seemed more viselike, gentle but unrelenting.

Amanda's arms surrounded Marta and pulled them both even closer together. They continued kissing, noisily, both now in the grips of full sexual arousal approaching orgasm. Suddenly and with no warning, Amanda cried out, tightened her arms even tighter around Marta, and heaved her pussy upward and outward against Marta. An instant later, Marta mimicked Amanda's actions, and they both began feverishly fucking against each other. In a few seconds, they were both spent. They relaxed into the chair and against each other, gasping for breath. They remained interlocked in a lover's pose for a few minutes, then first Marta and then Amanda arose. Both walked slowly out of the frame, and the video went to black.

While I had found the DVD to be somewhat erotic, it had not lived up to Amanda's promise that I might cum harder than I've ever cum in my life. In fact, I didn't even have much of an erection at any point during the 20-minute recording. It was obvious that both Amanda and Marta had orgasmed, but what could possibly have made Amanda think that their pleasure would transfer to me -- or to anyone viewing the DVD for that matter? Maybe that's why she wanted to talk with me after I viewed the DVD.

I glanced at my wristwatch. Too late to call Amanda tonight, so I decided to call her the next day, Thursday, after returning from classes.

Thursday morning I put the DVD in my bag. Then a little earlier than usual, I left and stopped at the copy place to make the required number of photocopies of my thesis revisions, one copy for each thesis adviser. Twenty minutes later and about fifteen dollars lighter I headed for the campus. After leaving the copies with my principal adviser and after receiving the rather unsatisfactory assurance that they would get back to me if they had any further requirements, I headed off to my only morning class. The class ended at 10 a.m., so as soon as I left the building, I used my cell phone to call Amanda.

She answered on the first ring.

"Hi, Amanda, it's Tom Connors."

"Good morning, Tom. I take it you've dropped off your thesis and are between classes now?"

"Yes and no. Yes, I delivered the copies before my class, but it was my first and only class of the day. I wanted to call and see when might be a good time to return the DVD to you, the one you loaned to me the other day."

"Well, if you have it with you, since you're on campus, would you like to come by the lab now and leave it with me? And if you've got time, maybe we could discuss it for just a few minutes. I've got a little time between appointments."

"That would be perfect, Amanda. Thank you. I can be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Just come tell the receptionist to let me know you've arrived."

"All right. See you soon."

The fifteen minute walk was invigorating in the early fall weather and with the fall colors.

I told the receptionist my name, and she called Amanda on the intercom. Then she pointed at Amanda's office door and told me I could go right in without knocking. When I walked in, Amanda arose and walked from behind her desk to greet me with a smile and handshake. She closed the door behind me and gestured for me to be seated across the desk from her.

I sat, then handed her the DVD.

"What did you think of it?" she asked rather professionally.

"Well, it was somewhat erotic, but frankly Amanda, I barely got a hard-on watching it. I mean, it was clear that you and Marta were very highly aroused. You both looked like you orgasmed, after all. But it really didn't do that much for me."

I somewhat expected Amanda to show surprise or disappointment or even disapproval of my comments. She didn't. Instead, she nodded and smiled.

"Before loaning the DVD to you, Tom, I made sure that Marta wouldn't object. And with Marta's approval, I also talked with Lorraine about whether even showing it to you would be a good idea. Both agreed that it wouldn't do any harm, but Lorraine said she doubted it would have much of an arousing effect on you. In fact, Lorraine and I talked with Marta as well, and she came to the same conclusion as Lorraine. Turns out they were right, weren't they?"

"Why did they think I wouldn't become aroused?" I asked with genuine interest.

"Well, partly it was because Marta and I were fully clothed and weren't really touching each other with our hands in overtly sexual places. In the detached, two-dimension world of video, you really couldn't empathize with us, you couldn't feel with our intensity what we were experiencing.

Marta reminded us that shifuku evolved over centuries because Japanese women were not really permitted to enjoy sexual fulfillment. Essentially, they had to engage in relatively benign touching such as kissing and hugging. Consequently, they literally trained their minds to intensify the pleasure of those benign acts. They trained their minds to orgasm in the presence of stimuli that in today's cultures would hardly even mildly arouse a woman. Or a man. They learned to internally experience the pleasures of orgasm while outwardly showing few signs of it.

Before Marta and I made the DVD, she had been training me in shifuku for about a year. Consequently, my mind was already on its way to an orgasm before she even touched me. Early in the DVD you saw Marta massaging my face, then kissing and biting my neck and ears, and finally kissing then very deep-kissing me with increasing intensity. She was pushing me to the edge of orgasm just as steadily and surely as if she had been licking my clit and fingering me or if we had been tribbing. She focused my mind on shifuku and only shifuku as if it were all other forms of sexual stimulation combined. I quite literally did not feel the rest of her body touching me even when she was straddling me. She totally focused my sexuality, my brain, on her tongue, lips, bites, and sounds.

Marta theorized, and Lorraine agreed completely, that shifuku may have been an early precursor of your remarkable 'gift'. What's really interesting about that, Tom, is that Marta and I practice shifuku with each other fairly regularly, and we both become intensely aroused, nearly always to orgasm. She and I haven't done it, though, since you and I had sex here in the lab. We are both eager to see what influence my having sex with you will have on my ability to cum during shifuku with Marta. We're curious to see if your 'gift' has pushed me beyond the reach of shifuku or, conversely, if you may have intensified its effect.

Marta, Lorraine, and I agree that your 'gift' may be some kind of neuro-sexual evolution beyond the shifuku practiced among women long ago in Japan. Or to put it another way, shifuku may be some primitive form of your 'gift'. We just don't know."

"So my not getting a hard-on while I was watching you and Marta wasn't exactly unexpected?"

"That's right, Tom. But there's even more to the story. Before having sex with you, you'll recall Kim had been unable to orgasm for about twenty years. As part of Lorraine's therapy to try and help her, Marta agreed to try and use shifuku to bring Kim to orgasm. She thoroughly and patiently initiated Kim into the practices of shifuku. Once Kim was fully involved, Marta tried several times to bring her to orgasm. Indeed, both Kim and Marta became fully aroused each time, and Marta did cum each time. Unfortunately, Kim didn't, though she found the shifuku to be intensely sexually arousing and satisfying. As you know, it was you and your 'gift' that finally brought Kim to orgasm.

And that raises yet another question: Since Kim is able to orgasm consistently and regularly now, if she and Marta or she and I were to engage in shifuku, would Kim orgasm? For that matter, would we even be able to restrict their movements to traditional shifuku? Would we even want to? After all, it is now quite acceptable for women to engage in sexual relations with other women, even in Japan. The powerful social constraints that necessitated the evolution of shifuku have been lifted.

There is a third question that we're asking, too. If you and Marta were to have sexual relations after foreplay that included shifuku, would the probably inevitable orgasms you both would experience be intensified by combining her shifuku skills with your 'gift'? Or might they effectively cancel each other out and diminish your sexual fulfillment? Again, we just don't know."

"Well, when I met with Marta at her office, I was really attracted to her. But it seemed to me like she was all business with no physical attraction for me at all," I responded candidly.

Amanda shook her head and laughed gently. "Tom, nothing could be further from the truth. Marta felt an intensely strong physical attraction for you. She has the disciplined mind required of both an attorney and a shifuku practitioner. She was quite literally able to completely subordinate her exceedingly intense sexual attraction for you. During your meeting with her, she was able to put fucking you completely out of her mind.

So from what you've said, Tom, I wonder if you would be agreeable to trying a laboratory session here or at Lorraine's to answer my third question?"

As I thought about it, my erection sprang to life, and I rather-self consciously looked down at my tented slacks. Amanda's gaze followed mine.

"Yes, I think you'd be agreeable," she answered for me. "If you wouldn't object, Tom, I'd like to discuss this possibility with Marta."

I thought about my Saturday plans with Sharon and my "meeting" the following Thursday with Kim. While I was already excited at the prospect of having sex with Marta, I wanted to be sure that I would be up to the task.

"Yes, please go ahead and talk with Marta. But could we please not schedule anything for about ten days or more? The rest of this week and all of next week are going to be very busy," I asked.

"Certainly, Tom. I'm sure that if she's agreeable, Marta will appreciate the extra time to prepare, too."

Amanda and I talked for a few more minutes about Jamie's prosthetic phallus project. Then her intercom line rang, and her receptionist announced that her next appointment had arrived.

I left and walked back to my apartment, picked up my swimsuit, and drove to the university pool. Though the morning's meeting with my principal thesis adviser had been nothing more than dropping off the copies of my thesis revisions, I felt fairly uptight. A few laps at the pool, then home to a light dinner and early to bed.

My Friday classes were uneventful -- probably a good thing since my mind was already on my Saturday dinner date with Sharon Madison. There was little doubt in my mind that our date would end in bed. Still, she was my mother's age, and she had one son my age and one son a year older. Not to mention a husband.

I slept late Saturday morning, then noodled around for a couple hours on the computer. The one thing I didn't want to do was try and think about my thesis. I went to my closet and got out my one suit, a pale blue dress shirt, and an appropriate necktie. Then I lay down to rest for awhile. An hour or so later, I arose and showered, shaved, and got dressed.

The drive to Harper took about half an hour, then another twenty minutes to get to estate's address she had provided. It was on the edge of town, secluded, and on a hill overlooking the city. It was one of those places that if you didn't already know where it was, you probably wouldn't ever go there.

Sharon had given perfect directions, and I pulled up to the gate at exactly 6:25 p.m. The guard checked his list, then motioned for me to proceed to the parking lot. I locked the car and walked maybe one hundred feet to the front door. When I stepped inside, I was mildly surprised to see that it really was an estate home. There was no registration desk, only the concierge desk staffed by an attractive and fit-looking young woman. Her presence and bearing suggested that her concierge duties might include security as well.

Just as I was about to give her my name, the nearby elevator doors opened noiselessly, and Sharon stepped out. She was wearing an just-above-the-knee black spaghetti strap cocktail dress with a v-neck that extended way south of the border. Though she's only about five-foot-three inches, her heels made her look taller in addition to shaping her killer legs. The v-neck allowed her to show off her really spectacular, natural breasts. And the spaghetti straps let everyone see her exquisite shoulders, back and arms. For a 40-something woman with a still great figure and trying to get the look of evening elegance with a touch of slutty, the dress was perfect. In fact, it was breathtaking. And cock-hardening. I was already aching to pull it up over her head and cast it aside.

"Tom, I'm so glad you made it. Thank you for coming," she said as she gave me a more-than-friendly hug.

"You look wonderful, Sharon. Thank you for inviting me," I responded sincerely.

She took my arm and held me particularly close while guiding me toward a hallway. Once discreetly out of hearing of the concierge, she said, "Tom, I must tell you a few of the rules of our group. We only address each other by our first names; we never use our last names. It is very unlikely that you will recognize anyone here or that anyone will recognize you, but if either should happen, you should not express that recognition. Finally, this evening's activities remain very personal and private and are not discussed outside."

"Sort of 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,'" I said.

She paused briefly, looked at me and smiled, and said, "Exactly, Tom. And by the way, thank you for wearing a suit. It's perfect. You're very handsome in it."

"I doubt anyone will notice me," I responded. "All any man or woman is going to notice is you in that dress."

"I'm hoping you will notice me out of it as well," she answered with blatant wickedness. As she said it, she glanced around and seeing no one watching us, she placed her hand on my hardness and gave a suggestive squeeze.

And with that she led me into a room set up with individual tables for two for dinner. About 20 couples were mingling and conversing amiably. Sharon took me around and introduced me. The conversations were mostly small talk, non-controversial, and rather impersonal.

I immediately noticed something rather remarkable. Among all the couples present, one of the people was always noticeably older than the other. In some cases the man was younger than the woman, and in other instances the woman was younger. Some of the couples were just men, others just women. I had also noticed that while the men were in rather conservative business suits, the women were dressed more suggestively, alluringly. When Sharon and I were able to speak out of hearing range of the others present, I commented on that.

"The people who formed this group, Tom, are those who prefer to 'socialize' with people either much younger or much older. Though most of our founding members are over 40 and prefer much younger guests for the evening, a few are under 25 and are attracted to older guests. It can be difficult for people, regardless of their age, to -- let's be blunt about it -- hook up with a partner either much older or much younger.

For example, that woman over there is only 20." She pointed to a very young woman, an attractive poised brunette. "She is on our informal board of directors. Her guest tonight is a gentleman in his 50's. If they are seen together in public, some catty women and jealous men will conclude she's just a gold-digger or some airhead opening her legs to land a rich husband. But the fact is, it is she who prefers the company of older men. She chooses her partners not just because they pleasure her very well in bed but because they are excellent company in public or in private.

Our members are straight, bisexual, gay, or lesbian. We really don't care about anyone's particular sexual orientation. We have only two rules about invited guests. First, each guest must be above the age of consent in this state. And second, each of our members is responsible for vetting his or her guest to ensure the continued privacy of all members and guests. It is to the credit of our members and their guests that we've never had to expel a member for violating our rules. That's because we recognize the value of our informal organization to each other."

After about 20 minutes had passed, a four-note chime sounded and a gentleman announced that dinner would be served in 10 minutes. Sharon guided me to our table.

The room layout was interesting, because while it was warm and inviting, each table seated only two people. Although it was possible for Sharon and me to talk easily, and while we could hear the general sounds of the other conversations, we could not make out what any of the other couples were saying. Privacy between couples in a room full of people.