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researches always returned profitable directions and performances for the show. Despite all of this, she knew next to nothing about what she personally enjoyed or what got her off or how her body was aroused. This had been a concern with this relationship continuing to become closer and intimate. Last week, though, most of her concerns were washed away.
Cole had her covered. She could just relax, and let him excite her. She didn't need to know much about the erogenous stimulations of her pussy, because Cole already did. And his fingers, while thick and strong, were also fascinatingly dexterous.
This week, she brought an overnight bag to his house, carrying it in from the taxicab without comment and setting it in his room like an act of defiance.
Just try to stop me from fucking you this time, Cole , her overnight bag challenged.
Her nervousness was extreme, however. While she could perform and seduce, she wasn't sure she remembered how to make love with a man. She feared her call girl mind-set would fall into place, filling the vacuum created by her atrophied sense of worth and realism.
This would still satisfy Cole, which was important, but result in her being left outside of the act -- distancing her from the passion she now craved. She couldn't think of anything to help herself, though. How do you practice being normal?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After spent a period of time on the couch, kissing and becoming together again, they took a short ride out to a mall and watched a decent action movie, and then returned home with take-out bags of Chinese food. Sitting on the couch, they toyed with chopsticks, told jokes, and teased each other viciously.
The déjà vu experiences were far less assaultive these days. The weirdness of them was eroding away, as well. Each continued to report insights to the other, as they were revealed. It just felt like the fair way to handle it -- to let the other person know, that you knew something new about them, something that was probably very personal.
The experiences, as they saw them, felt like exposures of forced intimacy. This was a major challenge for both of them since neither of them had much experience with intimacy and detested being forced to do anything.
They were on their third after-dinner beer when Nicole told him, "I want to make something clear, Cole. If you'll have me, I want to leave the show -- when you are ready. I want to move into your house where brown is the tone spiked with blue. I want to water your dying plants, fix you meals, shower with you, sleep with you, and have sex with you. After these last few weeks, the show has nothing to offer me. Nothing. I do, however, want to know what you will do for employment after I quit. Am I leaving you in a spot?"
He searched her face as she said these words, and searched her expression now. "No, you won't be leaving me in a spot. I have savings and there are always jobs with the brotherhood. I could probably even acquire a real job. Maybe. Well, probably not without some favors called in since I've only had one real job in my whole life."
The visual intimacy she received regarding this job of Cole's was shocking to her. "Shoe sales?" she barked, nearly spilling her beer when she was suddenly submerged into a mall shop scene of young Cole on his knees before a woman, helping her try on shoes. He was pissed, because this was the twelfth pair the woman had tried on -- having no clue how sexually aroused the woman was at the sight of him down there. Nicole could read her. She wondered if the Cole she knew now could read her.
"I hated that job," Cole spat to her from his position on the couch.
Nicole laughed, her mirth becoming warm in her belly, "You had no idea what was going on, did you?"
"What?"
"The women!" she pushed, "They were all over you. Hell, you could have charged three dollars for fetching shoes and they would have paid. The woman I saw
Cole had her covered. She could just relax, and let him excite her. She didn't need to know much about the erogenous stimulations of her pussy, because Cole already did. And his fingers, while thick and strong, were also fascinatingly dexterous.
This week, she brought an overnight bag to his house, carrying it in from the taxicab without comment and setting it in his room like an act of defiance.
Just try to stop me from fucking you this time, Cole , her overnight bag challenged.
Her nervousness was extreme, however. While she could perform and seduce, she wasn't sure she remembered how to make love with a man. She feared her call girl mind-set would fall into place, filling the vacuum created by her atrophied sense of worth and realism.
This would still satisfy Cole, which was important, but result in her being left outside of the act -- distancing her from the passion she now craved. She couldn't think of anything to help herself, though. How do you practice being normal?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After spent a period of time on the couch, kissing and becoming together again, they took a short ride out to a mall and watched a decent action movie, and then returned home with take-out bags of Chinese food. Sitting on the couch, they toyed with chopsticks, told jokes, and teased each other viciously.
The déjà vu experiences were far less assaultive these days. The weirdness of them was eroding away, as well. Each continued to report insights to the other, as they were revealed. It just felt like the fair way to handle it -- to let the other person know, that you knew something new about them, something that was probably very personal.
The experiences, as they saw them, felt like exposures of forced intimacy. This was a major challenge for both of them since neither of them had much experience with intimacy and detested being forced to do anything.
They were on their third after-dinner beer when Nicole told him, "I want to make something clear, Cole. If you'll have me, I want to leave the show -- when you are ready. I want to move into your house where brown is the tone spiked with blue. I want to water your dying plants, fix you meals, shower with you, sleep with you, and have sex with you. After these last few weeks, the show has nothing to offer me. Nothing. I do, however, want to know what you will do for employment after I quit. Am I leaving you in a spot?"
He searched her face as she said these words, and searched her expression now. "No, you won't be leaving me in a spot. I have savings and there are always jobs with the brotherhood. I could probably even acquire a real job. Maybe. Well, probably not without some favors called in since I've only had one real job in my whole life."
The visual intimacy she received regarding this job of Cole's was shocking to her. "Shoe sales?" she barked, nearly spilling her beer when she was suddenly submerged into a mall shop scene of young Cole on his knees before a woman, helping her try on shoes. He was pissed, because this was the twelfth pair the woman had tried on -- having no clue how sexually aroused the woman was at the sight of him down there. Nicole could read her. She wondered if the Cole she knew now could read her.
"I hated that job," Cole spat to her from his position on the couch.
Nicole laughed, her mirth becoming warm in her belly, "You had no idea what was going on, did you?"
"What?"
"The women!" she pushed, "They were all over you. Hell, you could have charged three dollars for fetching shoes and they would have paid. The woman I saw
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