Posing Questions

"I'm glad I could do that for you."

"Since we're on the subject, can I pose another question?"

"What subject is that?"

"To be honest, I want to ask about your penis." I made no objection, so she continued, "I know about erections, but I don't know how guys deal with them. If you're going to have sex, obviously that takes care of it. But what about the times when you aren't going to have sex? Doesn't it get painful?"

"I think there's a condition called 'blue balls' that can come from not getting any relief, but I think that takes a really long time."

"You mean hours?"

"More like days."

"So you've never had it? You're not feeling painful right now, right?"

"Nope, I'm fine."

"But isn't your penis hard now? What with all the nude pictures, inviting you up to my room, talking about sex, I would be afraid I was causing you some pain."

"Really, I'm fine."

"Fine? Or fine and erect too? I don't have any experiences to rely on, so I'd like you to let me know."

"Okay, yeah, it's hard right now, but that doesn't mean I expect you to do something about it."

"Actually, there are a couple of reasons I couldn't help you out. One is obvious, I just told you I'm a lesbian. The other is a little quirk in my body. I feel a little sting, a little backache when I'm ovulating, so I know I could get pregnant tonight." She laughed and said, "Seems kind of a shame to have built-in birth control and not really need it, huh?"

"I can't say about birth control, but I can tell you that there are other ways of relieving an erection than just having sex with a woman."

"You mean oral sex?"

"That's one way, but I doubt lesbians think it sounds attractive with men. There's more, though, and I think lesbians and any woman for that matter would know about it."

She hesitated a moment before saying, "To be honest, you're reading my mind. You're right about masturbation, women get into it too."

"Why was it on your mind, if I'm reading it correctly?"

"Two reasons again. First, I'm still thinking about those pictures, especially the one of Kay getting out of the shower."

"I like that one too. What's the other reason?"

"That little backache I mentioned. For that sort of thing, it's great pain relief."

"Maybe I should go," I said and started to get up.

"Wait, let me pose one more question, a theoretical situation." I sat again. "What if a lesbian wanted to know a little more about heterosexual males? What if she wanted to get just a bit more experience and see a man's orgasm? Do you think a man could masturbate with her and not think she was going to be his lover afterwards?"

This was more than a fantasy scene in my head. I almost couldn't get the words out. "It's not completely the same, but I got naked with Sharon tonight, as if I need to tell you, and I don't expect to do that again or go to bed with her. So if you're asking me to let you watch me masturbate, I am certain I could treat it as a one-time event."

"I didn't mean for you to masturbate for me. I was wondering if you would do it with me. I got a little rush seeing you, maybe it's only fair to let you see me. Besides, for some reason tonight, I think sharing the experience would make it better, and there's no woman around for me right now."

I answered silently by starting to remove my clothes. Chelsea smiled and moved to match my actions. "No strings, right?"

"Not a stitch," I answered as I felt no reluctance and was taking off all my clothes quickly. Her laugh at my joke was cut off when I had to stand to pull down my pants, so I must have made quite a show for her.

Chelsea had her blouse and slacks off, and she was reaching back to unhook her bra as she kept her eyes on me. "Do men really worry about the size? Yours looks plenty big enough. I guess I can't speak for other women, but I think they'd say your penis is a pretty thing to look at."

With her bra tossed aside, I had pretty things to look at too. Her breasts were not large, but certainly bigger than those I saw in the pictures before. Her skin was pale, and her nipples had a soft, rosy color. I liked the way they moved when she got up on her knees to lower her panties and when she fell back to pull them off her feet. Her brown pubic curls were not as dense as Gina's, and I got a quick look at the lips of her sex when she moved her legs. She realized it was a little accidental show and must not have minded to judge by her smile.

"Like what you see?"

"Any man, or any woman, would love to see you just the way I see you now."

"Sharon got to see me like this before, and I didn't wind up in bed with her. Even though I knew you and the other guys would eventually see my nude pictures, I can't say I would have ever thought I'd be getting naked and doing this with a man, so I guess you just never know."

"It's a night of surprises for me too."

She patted the bed in front of her. "I guess you should sit down across from me and let me see how much you love what you see."

Chelsea was sitting against the back of the bed with her legs apart. She pulled her knees up a bit to give me room closer to her, and I sat with my legs opened on either side of hers. My penis was standing up to its full seven inches, twice tonight on obvious display for a woman I wasn't dating. Chelsea's labia, if not as obviously displayed, were clearly visible and clearly moist.

She had to notice where I was looking and must have felt a little overexposed that way. "Actually, could we try another position? I usually do this lying on my back. Would you be okay lying next to me while we do it?"

"Sure, that's the way I mostly do it too," and I moved to stretch out on my back.

Chelsea scooted down and moved a bit over so that our hips were touching. She turned her head to tell me, "This way we can maybe feel the energy in each other's bodies."

Her energy was soon evident. Even if I could not see everything in detail, I knew her hand was working between her legs, rubbing up and down, or when her wrist arched, pushing fingers into herself. All the motion also caused her nipples to tremble in a lovely way.

Without taking my eyes off her, I started to stroke my erection. Her eyes were often half-closed in a dreamy state, but she never completely neglected me, keeping watch and waiting to see my orgasm. The contact of her hip, the sight of her body, and the night's earlier events all ensured that I was more than ready, so I did not take long. When it came, my ejaculation shot out of my penis, stringing semen across my chest and arm. One large drop landed on her hip.

"Oh!" was all she said, and her hand went even faster. The pale skin of her chest was turning crimson as she stretched her body, rigidly pointing her toes and craning her neck back. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open. Then she exhaled deeply, held herself stretched, and finally relaxed. When she looked at me again, she said, "That was hot."

"I know. I was ready to explode."

"That too, but I meant your semen. Some landed on me, and I had no idea that it would be so warm on my skin, hot even. And what a show! So much coming out. I almost wish I could explode like that."

"Your explosion looked just fine from here."

Then she kissed me, lightly, on the lips. We looked at each other without speaking. After a few minutes of rest, Chelsea got up. Seeing her walk to the bathroom, I realized I hadn't seen her pretty bottom yet, and I hoped that one of her poses for Sharon preserved that picture in my mind.

She came back with washcloths. Rather than hand one to me, she gently completed the task herself. With my stomach and chest clean, she lightly held my spent penis and carefully ran the damp cloth over and around it.

"So this is how it looks when girls aren't surprising you with plots to get you out of your clothes."

"Well, closer, but like this, just after, it hasn't gone down all the way, especially not with you touching it."

"It's different for me, that's for sure. One way or another, now I can say I've touched one."

"Whenever you want to pose another question regarding male sexuality, I'm at your service."

Chelsea smiled at me, patted my stomach, and got up. She wasn't having any second thoughts, but I could see that it was time to go. As a final present to me, she remained nude while I dressed. As she put it, "What's the use? You've already seen me naked and will be getting pictures soon too."

Walking home, I thought about that last comment. I figured we'd all get to see the photos, but I also figured that Sharon would somehow keep them. It had not occurred to me that everyone would get copies of the pictures to keep. Not that I had given it much thought. I guess I should have asked Sharon, but standing in front of her in the nude must have distracted me.