I backed away from her to the bed. Goth3 asserted her dominance by keeping a tight grasp on my penis and pushing me down onto the bed. I was too inexperienced to understand if I liked it more to be in control or not. Sex was so new to me and felt so good that I was up for anything. Although, I did read online that sex is not always supposed to be this good. This girl's body and experience must have played a huge role in making my first foray into sexual affairs incredibly pleasurable.
Now that she had me seated on the bed, Goth3 took a long drink of water and cleared her throat. My cum she swallowed earlier did mess with her voice. She said with a less obstructed voice, "You cum way too much, big boy. I thought I'd DROWN."
While saying this, she rubbed the goo slowly dripping down her breasts back over them and pinched her nipples. Everything this slut did was insanely sexy, damn.
She returned her hand to my cock and sighed. I couldn't tell if she did so out of horniness or something else. Then she said, "I need to exorcise you back to the hentai doujinshi from whence you came."
I paused in incredulity and then laughed out loud! I got a big kick out of that. Ryan said from the side, "Hold on a second! I know hentai but what's a dow jun shi?"
After finishing a bout of laughter, I informed my uncultured Mentor, "You know comics? Doujinshis are amateur japanese comics, famous for including extreme fetishes."
Ryan muttered, "Oh, I see." Then his voice took a dramatic intonation, "Yeah. Guess this is the last time I see you before you're purged. Tom.. it was nice knowing you."
I laughed along with him. Goth3 looked between us with mild displeasure and said, "You two think that's funny? Just wait for next time. I'll bring in blessed chalk and holy water from the church. This ungodly thing will never fit. It has to go!"
Admittedly, I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not because she maintained a straight face the whole time, but it was still hilarious. She leaned in very close to me and whispered into my ear, "Pass me a piece of paper with instructions on how to summon the demon you did and I won't exorcise you."
I could not believe my ears. Goth3 was not joking. She.. actually believed in the occult. A flash of schadenfreude washed over me, adding a notch of confirmation in my permanently unproven hypothesis that every extremely attractive person had something kooky about them. I shook my head slightly in response to her. She continued whispering, "Hmm, so that's how it's going to be? You're going to play hard to get? I'll make you tell me!"
Goth3 licked my ear and tried to slide her tongue over to my mouth. I blocked her face from approaching my lips with one hand. Kissing was only for Maria. She snorted with indignation. I backed away deeper onto the bed in order to get her mouth away from my face, and she dived onto the bed in pursuit. I was not about to get violent with such a tiny girl, or else she could be badly hurt. I had to be careful, so I rolled away.
Goth3 landed next to me on the bed and also rolled over against me. She grabbed my soft penis again and stroked it with a cheeky smile. I could tell she was repositioning herself to attempt to kiss me again, so I finally got mad. I leaned down, grabbed her legs, and pulled myself upright on the bed with her legs in my grasp. We ended up in an upside down 69 position. If she wants to kiss me so bad, she can kiss my dick again.
I put her feet upon my shoulders, aligned my shaft with her mouth, stuck two of my fingers in her pussy, and thrust my hand rapidly! She squealed and her pussy juice started flying everywhere. At the same time, my dick rapidly hardened halfway to knock against her clenched teeth. Her spine was undergoing a bit of strain in this position, but she was flexible enough to handle it.
Her pussy let out obscene shlicking noises after easily swallowing two of my wriggling fingers, so I added another. On the third, she was feeling pretty tight. I regretfully noted that this orifice definitely couldn't fit my horse cock without some serious training.. or tearing. Then again, I wasn't sure why I was upset about that. Vaginal sex was out of question today anyway. My currently naive dream was to have my first time with Maria, if she gave me an affirmative answer.
I vibrated my wrist and fingers when I felt her pussy start to twitch. If you readers have ever played a game requiring high clicks per second, then you know what I'm talking about. The vibe maneuver leaves an intense strain on the muscles in the forearm, but it's super effective if you do it right. Listening to her screeches of pleasure and feeling her entire body shake, I could tell I got my first of many high scores.
My penis never made it into her mouth, which, in retrospect, was a good thing. Being upside down with most of her body weight on her head and shoulders meant it probably wasn't easy to keep her jaw open. I relinquished her legs from my shoulders and let her body flop back down onto the bed. Her head tipped over to the side where my member lay erect, but not standing, like a crouching tiger. Her lips grazed it and she opened her glazed eyes to lick at it lightly.
Suddenly regaining her wherewithal, Goth3 paused her licking, furrowed her brows, and grumbled, "You think I'm an Olympic gymnast, you fucker?"
Ryan added in, "If I was a real government employee of the Health and Human Services, I'd critique how injury-prone that position was, but I'm not. Plus, that was hot as fuck and something I may or may not have done with my wife."
I agreeably said, "Yeah, I kept it quick." We both ignored her whining.
The rest of the session with Goth3 was more of the same. She kept trying to get the upper hand to fish out my 'method of demonic possession'. Near the end, she confessed privately to me that she wanted to become a real life succubus. To be perfectly honest, she was most of the way there already. I ejaculated two times with half of it going down her throat and half of it landing on her tits. If I hadn't been careful to restrain myself, I would have come a third time in that session alone.
I chugged a full water bottle watching Katy escort an unashamedly naked and cum splattered Goth3 to the hallway bathroom to shower and change. Girls like her were going to make my job fun, tiring, and stressful, all at the same time. Overall, however, I felt like I was growing.
Ryan agreed with me, "You did well, kid. In fact, it is uncanny how much improvement you have shown in 'listening' to a woman's body. I hate to admit it, because I don't want to unnecessarily inflate your ego, but I gotta give credit where credit is due. You're a natural at using your body."
I smiled at my Mentor. All my hard work was paying off.
He continued, "Kid, there's still the vast social aspect of seduction for us to cover. Seduction comes before sex and involves making your partner comfortable with dialogue, body language, and an emotional connection. From how flat your emotional affect is, I can tell that this will be hard for you and you likely will not be a natural at it, so just keep that in mind so you can mentally prepare yourself to begin a couple months later when we finish up in this room. Your homework for the next week is to observe how other people socialize in casual settings. What emotions do they show with their faces, hands, and bodies? I don't want you to copy them as much as understand how and why they do what they do. Got that?"
My Mentor was having one of his rare moments of seriousness, so I listened carefully to his words and memorized them. I nodded gravely and replied, "I got it."
Ryan asked me to clarify, "What do you got?"
I said with a slight smirk, "I got that good D."
Briefly stunned, Ryan burst into laughter seconds later. "Alright, alright. You got me with that one, even if it was ripped off of Key & Peele."
I chuckled and got back on topic, "I need to observe others when they socialize and emote."
Ryan nodded and said, "Correct. Go ahead and shower. We're done for today. I thought there would be a fourth girl, but it looks like we are doing physicals. Moreover, I don't really see the need for a fourth one after that firecracker for your third."
I almost cheered with relief and rushed in the shower as fast as possible. Even without speaking to the girls, this was already way more interpersonal action than I was comfortable with in a day. I could feel myself getting used to it, especially given how fun Goth3 was, but it was still a massive drain to my introverted personality. In this regard, Maria was different, because I felt giddy whenever I was near her.
The strong spray of water, shampoo, and soap soon cleared off all the sweat, cum, and stink. I clothed myself and left the bathroom. When I peeked into the interior of the hotel room, it was empty, but still a mess. I turned around and jumped a little when I saw the boyish pixie cut lady standing silently at the open door like a wraith. She had her binder of post-its in her arms, but she wasn't writing this time. She was staring at me sternly.
I withered under the glare coming from her tiny form. Katy was the final boss! She was far more intimidating than Goth3. She said, "Shower faster next time." then walked away without waiting or my response. I made sure I had all my personal items, masked up, and rushed after her. Ryan was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed she would be taking me to my physical. From how we were going in a new direction upon exiting the office, I was right. Would it kill her to explain some things?
I prepared myself for another gruesome death and took another stab at conversation with her. "Hey Katy, did Ryan leave already?"
She swatted me back with, "Yep."
I floundered and took a shot in the dark, "So.. why do you have so many post-it notes?"
She glanced over at me, then down at her binder. She unexpectedly looked at me instead of counterattacking! Maybe I found an opening?
Katy said slowly, "They help me remember things. I like how they are sticky and colorful."
That was.. somewhat adorable? No! Cute things don't exist in Fromsoft games! I quickly convinced myself this was a trick to make me let my guard down before she went in for the kill.
I followed up with another invasive question, hoping to deal some critical damage, "What sort of things do you like to use them for?"
She replied, "Everything." with.. what seemed to be a ghost of a smile?! I involuntarily smiled widely along with her. I didn't quite get it, but when I saw someone with almost no facial expressions finally show one, I found that it was surprisingly infectious. Unable to wipe the smile off my face, I glanced over at her with mild panic, only to find her face back to blank, but with a slight blush of embarrassment. Too Kawaii!! Abort mission!
In any case, I didn't want her to think I was making fun of her, so I responded, "That's cool." Just like that, I suicided and the conversation ended. From start to finish, the entire conversation was extremely dumb, but during the rest of the walk, I flipped it over in my head and learned a lot.
Katy was an extreme example of a person who showed very little emotions in her daily life and socialization. I showed relatively more, but still a fair amount less than a typical person. The parallels allowed me to make an analogy: just like how I struggle to interact with Katy, others would similarly struggle to interact with me!
This realization was a huge paradigm shift for me. In fact, before this, I thought being quiet and passive was no big deal. 'Some people talk and some people listen. I am the latter. This is life.' That was my extremely simplified way of looking at the world. My goal of 'becoming normal' only included minor socialization for the purposes of making friends. Even passive people can make friends, so I didn't pay much attention to that aspect.
I didn't consider the fact that I may already have missed out on some essential life experiences because of it. I remembered some of the girls who tried to talk to me in high school and walked away awkwardly when I gave them short and business-like responses. At the same time, I was not the type to wallow in regret, so I decided that going forward, instead of pushing myself to socialize dispassionately, I'm going to show more of an active interest in people.
When we got to a place that looked like a waiting room, Katy wrote something down on her collage of sticky notes and said, "See you tomorrow."
She turned around to leave without waiting for my response. I replied loudly, "Katy!" to which she stopped. I said to her back, "It was nice to meet you. Thank you for showing me around. I learned a whole lot from you. And I'll see you tomorrow."
Katy turned her head to look at me and said, "Yeah." then continued on her way.
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Final bosses ain't easy.