2 comments/ 25329 views/ 2 favorites Educating Clara By: tk5555 Thanks to Cheer_Smartie and LarryInSeattle for the help editing and developing the story. I hope you enjoy it. * Clara stood up and glanced nervously over the top of the cube farm. Her normal departure time was thirty minutes ago. After a few moments of prairie dogging, she sat down again and scrolled through her email. When she heard someone stop in the doorway of her cube she turned. It was her co-worker Trisha. "You're here late and I know it's not crunch time," Trisha said. "Whatever," Clara replied. "I heard they just finished up, so he should be by any minute," Trisha teased. "I don't know what you're talking about," Clara said flatly. "You don't have to be like that. We all know it's Max's last day here. I was betting on you two hooking up weeks ago. He's a hottie, you go girl." Trisha said. "It's not like that. I just wanted to talk to him a bit and say goodbye," Clara protested. "Ah, 'talking'. Is that what you kids call it these days? Well, you have a nice, long 'chat'," Trisha said as she walked away. Max shut the door to the server room, checked that it was locked, and then turned and began to walk out. It had been a long assignment. The installation of new equipment had gone smoothly, but a few of the upgrades of the old machines had taken longer than expected. He didn't mind; the project was completed within the estimated timeline. It had just meant a few late nights. The extra time spent was well worth it, and completing the job on time would assure that he received at least a bit of a bonus. One of the full time employees waved at him. "Hey, we're going to grab some wings and beer, you want to go?" Tom, one of the engineers, asked. "No, I've got a few more people to say goodbye to, then I'm headed back to the hotel to make sure everything is packed for the flight out," Max replied. He had already shipped most of his stuff back with the equipment. It meant doing without a few things for a day or two, but the equipment was shipped back in secure containers, and being able to skip baggage claim at the airport was nice. Max meandered through the maze of cubicles, saying goodbye to some of the friends he had made. He had one last stop, Clara's cube. Clara was the impossible girl. Somehow she was able to resist every pickup line he tossed at her, but never seemed to tire of his company. She seemed sweet and innocent, but could hold her own in telling dirty jokes. Max had signed a lot of NDAs and other legal documents that prevented him from talking about what he did. It wasn't until he met Clara that being deliberately vague began to bother him. She seemed quite interested in what he did. He could not tell her that he installed sophisticated encryption technology. Almost nobody at the company knew how powerful the equipment was and what monitoring systems were in place to ensure the company was not using it to mask illegal activities. He was one of the few people in the field that understood how all the parts worked together and he was paid well for that knowledge. As much fun as configuring the new systems had been, Clara intrigued him even more. She was one of the women on the company's project management team and had caught his eye. They had developed a friendship. She did not seem interested in taking it any further and it did not seem to bother her when he started going out with other women at the company. It'd been a long time since Max had found himself in the friend zone but he found with Clara, it was especially frustrating. He wanted to take their relationship a further, but she seemed happy with the status quo. "I just wanted to drop by to say farewell," Max said. Clara turned around and her mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown, "Are you leaving right now?" "I'm on my way We can hang out in the lobby after I turn in my badge," he offered. Clara followed Max to HR where he dropped off his badge and signed a few final forms. Diane, the HR generalist did her due diligence and escorted him to the lobby. She gave him a hug and then smiled at Clara as she turned and walked back to her office. Max sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room, and Clara sat across from him. "You went out with her, didn't you? " she asked. "Yea, once or twice," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Having a fling with someone from HR seemed a bit odd, but it had been fun. "I heard you two hooked up," she said. "I cannot confirm or deny that statement, it would be ungentlemanly of me." "I will take that as a yes," she said. "It's a free country," he said, looking into her eyes. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked. "Because you are the one that got away," Max replied. "Really, me?" she asked, astounded. She had always imagined Max as being out of her league. She was quite aware of what kind of women Max went out with, and she was certainly not anything like them. "Yes, you." "Can we go somewhere a little more private, I feel a little strange having the conversation in such a public place," she said. "Sure, what did you have in mind" he replied. Clara looked down at her feet for a moment, "I don't want to give you the wrong idea, but can we go back to your hotel?" "Of course. Just so I know, what is the 'right idea', so I stay on track?""Just to talk..." Max stood and waited for Clara to gather her jacket and purse, then led her out the door. He had some understanding of her confusion, but could not completely empathize with her. He admitted to himself that there was a temptation to seduce her, but he also knew it would be wrong to do so. She had to choose her own path right now. "You sure you don't want to go to your place?" he asked. "I'm sure," she replied. The conversation she wanted to have with him would not be possible in front of her roommates. They arrived at his car, a midsized rental. Since Clara was waiting to hear the double click sound that usually signals a car's unlocking, she was surprised when Max walked up behind her, reaching down and opening her car door. "You leave it unlocked?" she asked. "No, when I, or rather the key fob, gets close enough the door unlocks on its own. Your chariot awaits," he said, waving her into the car. Clara giggled at his over-the-top gesture of chivalry and sat down. Max walked around the car, the sound of Clara's laughter still echoing in his head. She was a good kid. He shook his head, she was hardly a kid. Chronologically they were not that far apart, but the gap in their life experiences was a chasm. She wasn't like most of the women he kept company with. She was quiet and demure. She had a wonderful sense of curiosity, something he delighted in satisfying whenever he could. Max sat in the driver's seat and pushed the start button on the dash. The car's engine came to life and he pulled out on to the road. He glanced over at Clara; she appeared to be lost in thought. "This is pretty private if you want to continue our discussion," he said. "No, I don't want to distract you from driving and I haven't really decided what I want to say next," she replied. She fidgeted in her seat, wondering what was going through his mind. She had asked him to take her back to his hotel. Surely he had some kind of expectation of what would happen next. If she was more like her friend Melissa she would probably be rubbing his cock by now, but she could not be so bold. Her feelings for Max were a complete mess. He was a great candidate for a one night stand, he was a good looking guy, he was considerate, and he seemed to respect her. Honestly he was probably out of her league, at least until the "a two at ten is a ten at two" rule was applied. But she wasn't looking for a one night stand, or a one week stand. She wasn't sure she was looking for a physical relationship at all. But her nagging curiosity wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man. Her mind was swimming with stories from her friends about their exploits with the opposite sex, and even one or two stories about adventures with the same sex. "So this has been a great assignment," Max said, breaking the silence. "I'm glad you've enjoyed your visit," Clara replied. Max continued. "I know this is going to sound a bit corny, but getting to know you has been the high point of this job. I mean I have enjoyed a lot of things, but they are all things I have done before. I guess there is some novelty to hanging out with you." "I guess this has been a pretty boring job then," she replied. "Not really, it's been challenging and there are a lot of great people at the office, but you are my favorite," he confessed. He figured he had nothing to lose. His work on the project was done and he was leaving the next day. It was unlikely he would see Clara again until the next time the system needed an upgrade, and that was years away. "Here we are, my home away from home," Max said has he turned into the entrance of an upscale hotel. "This is pretty nice," Clara observed. She had been to a few wedding in places like this, but had never been a guest. She had no idea he was at a pay grade that warranted such lavish treatment. He stopped the car at the valet stand and stepped out of the car. The valet looked less than thrilled at the chance to drive such a pedestrian vehicle. Max handed him the keys and the rounded the car to open Clara's door. "We can hang out in a corner of the lobby or go up to my room," Max offered. "What floor are you on?" she asked. "The twenty second, it's not a bad view," he answered. "Then let's check it out," she said. She felt like she was in over her head. Max had a bit of a reputation among the female employees. In clear violation of company policy, he had slept with several of the women at the office, including two of Clara's friends. They had insisted that she spend some time with him, no doubt in an attempt to get her penetrated for the first time. She had always found him to be charming, but she wasn't sure sleeping with him was a good idea. They crossed the lobby and entered the elevator. They were the only two passengers and Clara noticed the buttons started at floor twenty, so it was unlikely anyone would join them. "So you were telling me about going out with Sasha," Clara said, continuing their earlier discussion. "Yea," he replied wistfully., "She is a lot of fun. She really knows how to dance, she almost wore me out." "Dancing in the sheets," Clara mumbled to herself. Sasha had talked about her night with Max for two days. She told Clara about riding him like a wild stallion; that they fucked all night, a fact evidenced by the way she walked into work the next day. "Did you say something?" Max asked. "What, oh, yea, Sasha said you were a lot of fun. It was kind of her idea that I spend some time with you before you leave," "Does that mean I have earned her seal of approval?" he asked with a seductive grin. "I guess so. I hate to break it to you, but her standards are not quite the same as mine. I just want to talk." she replied, curtly. She had no intention of being a one night fling. "Talking is great. I've spent all day in the server room. Those blade systems might look good, but they aren't much for conversation," he shot back. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Max stepped out and after briefly hesitating for a moment, Clara followed him down the hall and into his room. It was not quite as large as she imagined it would be. It was a suite. The bathroom had a shower stall and a tub, with shutters above the tub that could be opened to allow the occupant to watch TV from the bathtub. Max crossed the room and opened the curtains. The lights of the city sprawled out to the horizon. "That is a nice view," Clara said. "I'm partial to a different view," he said, looking at her. "Nice try. Sasha may have bought that line, but I'm not. She told me all about you. So did Tiffany. Need I go on?" Clara lectured. "In that case, why are you here?" he asked. He was intrigued by her and the way she ignored every one of his pick up lines. He wondered why a woman that so easily resisted his charms continued to keep his company. He had clearly guessed wrong about her intentions about joining him in his room. "I guess I am curious," she replied. Max continued his interrogation. "Really, about what?" "About you. What is it about you that attracts women?" "Honestly, I don't know. And clearly it doesn't work all the time. My batting average really isn't that great, but I just keep getting up to the plate and swinging," he explained. "I guess I don't see this as a game." "What can I do to satisfy your curiosity," Max asked. "I'm sure you have already guessed this, but I'm a virgin." She was surprised how easily she was able to tell Max something she normally kept private. "I suspected, but I wasn't sure." "In fact, I have never seen a naked man in real life," she said. "I hate to tell you this, but what you see at the beach is pretty much the good part. All you are missing out on is the embarrassing external genitalia," he said with a laugh. He didn't find naked men attractive, so he could hardly fault Clara for being put off by the experience. "You are going to think I'm really weird for asking this, but will you show me your penis?" she said. She wanted to take the words back the moment they left her mouth. The silence seemed to last forever. "I don't think you are weird, I get asked that all the time," Max replied grinning. He remembered the first time he saw a woman naked. It would have been nice to have a few minutes to look things over, to get some idea how everything worked. Instead, it was a lot of awkward groping in the dark, trying to match up what he had seen in porn movies and Playboy magazines to what his tactile sense was telling him. At the same time, it would be a bit strange to be standing around with his dick hanging out while Clara looked him over. "If you don't want to you..." she stuttered. "You are serious, aren't you?" he asked. "I've never seen a real one. I'm just kind of curious," He began to unbuckle his belt. "Well, we can't have that. But just a quick peek, I'm kind of shy." Her eyes were glued to his crotch. She watched him unbutton the fly of his jeans, then slide them down his thighs. She could see the shape of his cock outlined in his boxer briefs. Then he slid the material away. She was surprised it wasn't erect. It did appear quite thick, however. It was surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Clara noted that Max was circumcised. "It's not hard..." she mumbled. "This isn't exactly an erotic experience," he explained. He felt like he was getting some kind of medical exam. "Can you make it hard? I mean, you don't have to if it's a lot of trouble." "I don't mind, but I think you should have some skin in the game. I'll make it hard if you show me yours. And by yours I mean your breasts. You can look, touch, whatever, but I get to do the same to your breasts." Clara was a bit taken back, but the more she thought about it, the more reasonable his request sounded. It would not be the first time she had showed her breasts to a man. She had flashed strangers at Mardi Gras, but she had a mask on when she did it. She would not have any anonymity now. She had no doubt that Max had seen breasts before, probably much better than she had to offer. She felt an unexpected sense of arousal as she contemplated Max's offer. Then she heard a woman's voice, it took her a few seconds to realize it was her own. "Okay," Clara said, "but anything I do to mine you have to do to yours." "Within reason," he countered. "Of course, within reason." The moment he heard Clara agree, Max felt his penis begin to swell in earnest. He had given some thought to the idea of having sex with Clara, but she seemed content for the relationship to be a platonic one. Since he was fortunate enough to always have at least one woman interested in some kind of physical relationship, Max never pushed the issue. He wondered if he should let Clara know that she was responsible for his erect cock. Clara cupped her breasts with her hands, caressing them. She lifted one hand to her mouth and slid two of her fingers into her mouth. Then she put her hand back on her breast and pinched her nipple, letting the amber pebble slip between her wet fingers. She could not believe she was playing with her tits in front of Max. "Okay, your turn," she said. Max smiled, he liked her game. Alternating hands, he began to stroke his cock. He started by wrapping his fingers around the head, then sliding his hand down the rigid shaft. After a few repetitions, he followed Clara's example, moistening his fingers with his mouth before touching his cock. Jacking off in front of Clara was more arousing than he expected. He discovered the full extent of his excitement when he noticed the pre-cum on his fingers as he put them into his mouth. "What would it take to let me see you come?" Clara asked. "You would have to do the same," Max answered. "I don't think I'm going to have an orgasm from touching my breasts," she said. "Then I guess you will have to do more," he replied. "I'm not getting naked in front of you. I just can't," she protested. "You are a clever girl, I'm sure you will finger, I mean figure something out," he answered, wincing at his Freudian slip. Clara slipped her hand past her waistband and through the thick matt of pubic hair. She shuddered as her fingertip brushed against her clitoris. She was confident she could climax without much more effort. She put her hand to her mouth and inserted her fingers. She looked down at his erection. She wondered what it would be like to have his cock where her finger was now. If she thought about it rationally it wasn't very appealing. It was hairy and rough and much bigger than her finger. But she could not stop looking at it. Something in the back of her mind wanted it. Clara moved her hand back to her breast, sliding her wet finger over the erect nipple. Her body shuddered slightly as she touched her clitoris with one hand and her nipple with the other. She wondered if he was as close to climax as she was. "I...I....I think I'm going to come," she stuttered. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell Max. "Me too, I'm really close," Max replied through gritted teeth. He had heard of mutual masturbation, but he had never imagined he would do it. It never seemed like it would be as good as straight up fucking, but he was beginning to reconsider his stance. The fact that Clara was not a smoking hot stripper actually made it more arousing. He knew she was not just putting on a show for him. She was actually enjoying herself. He was flattered that she trusted him enough to share the experience with him. Even her refusal to be naked was arousing. His imagination filled in what his eyes could not see. He knew that under the fabric of her pants, Clara's fingers were dipping into her pussy, getting coated with her wetness. The climax he felt building was almost entirely a result of what she was doing. Normally stroking his cock dry wouldn't give him anything but a rash, but the sight of Clara's perky tits and the subtle smell of her arousal had him on the edge of orgasm. A bit of pre-cum finally leaked out of his cock, providing much needed lubrication to his rigid shaft. He could see the skin between her tits begin to flush. She wasn't faking. She really was having an orgasm. Clara dropped to her knees in front of Max, looking up at him and exposing her neck. The sight of her in that position pushed him to the edge of his endurance. "I'm going to come," he grunted, expecting her to move away, but she did not. Clara sat still. Part of her wanted to get away from him and his big hard cock, but her body refused to move. She could see drips of a pearly liquid beginning to leak from the tip as Max continued to stroke his cock. She knew what was about to happen, but her body refused to budge an inch. Educating Clara He grunted as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and splashed onto her. Max was surprised at how much there was, he had never come like this from jacking off before. It wasn't until he had deposited four thick streams of milky white cum on her neck that the flow began to diminish. He watched his cum flow down her body, into her cleavage and finally on to her belly. "Shit!" Clara exclaimed, suddenly wiping the liquid off her skin. "What's wrong?" "I'm not on anything, your stuff can't get near my vagina or I could get pregnant!" "Okay, lie down so you are not fighting gravity. I will get you a towel," Clara reclined on the bed. The flow changed direction. Instead of making a beeline for her sex it followed the curve of her torso, running along her ribs just below her breasts. She dipped her fingers into the pool that had formed in her belly button. She looked over at Max; he was walking toward the towel rack. She discreetly put her cum soaked finger to her lips and extended her tongue. The substance was salty but not as gross as she thought it would be. Before he could see what she was doing, she wiped her hand on the bed. Max was cursing himself for being so careless. He was wrong to think she would be on some kind of birth control. He grabbed several towels from the rack and hurried back to her, spreading the towel over her body. When he had wiped up every drop he tossed the towel in the corner. "Sorry about that, I should have known better," Max said apologetically. "It's okay, you didn't know I was such a prude," she said with a laugh, "I kind of liked it, and I just got scared. I didn't expect so much." "Honestly, neither did I," he said, "So now what? Do you want to go home?" "Actually I would like to stay with you if that's okay?" she asked nervously. "That would be great," he replied, trying to throttle his enthusiasm. "Are you sure, I don't want to frustrate you?" "I'll be fine. I, uh, I don't have any pajamas. I usually sleep naked." "Really? What if someone breaks into the room?" she asked. "Well, the sight of me naked would probably scare them off," he answered. "It wouldn't scare me off," she said, "at least I don't think so." "Really?" he said in disbelief. He wasn't sure if he was being toyed with or if she was just genuinely curious. "And I didn't bring any PJ's either, but I don't sleep naked. How about I sleep in my panties," Clara offered. "That's fine, which bed do you want?" Max asked. "This one's fine," she said, unbuttoning her pants and slipping them off. She wondered if Max would notice the wet spot in her panties. She looked at Max, he was staring at her. "You can look, but don't touch," she said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't stare. It's just, well, you look good," he said. "It's been quite a day; I think I'm ready to go to sleep. Are you going to get ready for bed?" Clara asked. "I guess so. Oh, and I don't mind if you stare," Max said as he began to strip off his clothes. She decided to take him up on his offer and watch him undress. He was a good looking guy. His body was hardly chiseled, but he was in good shape. The hair on his chest tapered to a narrow band that faded out near his waist. His arms looked strong but not intimidating. She let her eyes wander lower. Max's cock was no longer erect, but it still looked pretty thick. His pubic hair was obviously trimmed. "Can I ask you some questions about your body? I've never seen a naked man for real before." "Really, I figured you would have been to a strip club at least once," he said. "Yea, that's not quite the rite of passage for women that it is for men," she explained. The answer was partially true. There were women that went as soon as they could get a fake ID that would get them in the door. Clara had never really had a desire to go. "In that case we can play show and tell, or whatever," he answered. It was pretty obvious he wasn't going to get laid tonight, but he still wanted her to spend the night. "Great," she said, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs. "What do you want to know?" "Is that what your penis normally looks like?" Max looked down. His cock was not completely flaccid and probably would not be as long as Clara was in her current state of undress. "No, it gets a bit smaller when I am not around half naked women." "So I don't rate an erection anymore?" "Not at the moment, I need a little time to recharge. The technical term for it is refractory period. It usually takes about ten minutes for me." "What makes it hard? I mean I know the bio-mechanics of it, but what sets the process in motion? Is it seeing a naked woman?" "It depends, sometimes that's all it takes. If I'm tired, or have had an orgasm recently it takes more," he explained. "What's more "Talking dirty, physical stimulation, stuff like that." "Just a few more questions, okay?" she asked, suddenly feeling tired. "No problem," he said. "Do you cut your own hair down there, or do you go to a salon?" She tried to imagine a room full of half naked men getting their balls shaved. Max laughed. It had never occurred to him to go somewhere to get his pubes trimmed. He was flattered that Clara could tell he had done some manscaping. "No, I do it myself. Have I answered all your questions?" "Well," Clara said, "I have one more, but I'm not sure I can ask it." "Might as well, who knows when you will have another man willing to be interrogated like this," Max answered. "What is your deepest, wildest fantasy?' She had almost included the word 'darkest', but wasn't sure she was ready to hear how dark Max could be. "Hmm, that's going to require some thought. Can I ask you a few questions while I consider it?" "I guess that's only fair," she replied. "Have you ever hugged a naked woman?" "No," she replied; determined not to let Max get a rise out of her. "How about a woman wearing a swimsuit?" "Yea, sure, I'm sure I have, what are you getting at?. "Just getting a feel for what your limits are." "If we hit one of my limits I will let you know," she said. "Have you ever kissed another woman?" he asked. "You want to save some time and ask me if I am a lesbian," Clara shot back, wondering what Max's game was. "That's not what I was wondering, but since you brought it up, are you?" "No, I am not." "Bi-curious?" he inquired. Clara paused. She certainly was curious, not to the same degree as she was about men. She was quite familiar with what breasts felt like. She knew what it was like to roll a swollen nipple between her thumb and finger and what it was like to caress the firm tissue of her own perky breasts. Clara also knew what a wet, hot pussy felt like, but all her experience was limited to her own body. She did wonder what other women felt like, women with large breasts, or inverted nipples. She had seen pictures of women with large labia and wondered what it felt like to touch the soft, pink flesh. Her own lips were well hidden between her outer labia and were difficult to see without the aid of a mirror. "I'm curious about a lot of things, I suppose women are somewhere on the list," she answered, and then continued, "Do you have an answer to my question?" Now it was Max's turn to pause. He had a few fantasies that he had not fulfilled yet, but most of them were easily guessed. There was one he was not sure he would ever try, and that was the one he would share with Clara. "I've always wondered about role reversal," Max said. "What, like where I pay for dinner?" Clara asked, trying to tease more out of her friend. "I suppose that would be a start." "You aren't talking about wearing women's clothing, are you?" she asked. "No, not that. I'm talking about taking on the woman's role during sex. Doing to her what is usually done to me. Sometimes I think of it as a threesome, with another woman teaching me what to do. Sometimes I think of it as just the two of us discovering what it's like to be on the other side." Clara was both stunned and intrigued. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be the woman that switched roles with Max. "How would you do it?" She asked. "I'm not exactly sure; I might have to be tied up. I'm not sure I could give up control like that." "That's pretty wild, I would have never guessed you were into that," she said. "Hell, I'm not sure I'm into that. I guess your curiosity has inspired me," he replied. "I hope I don't disappoint you, but that's not going to happen with me tonight," she said. "Okay, not tonight," he said. "Good night Max," she said, accentuating her statement with a yawn. "Good night Clara." Clara closed her eyes and listened to Max's breathing. When it became slow and steady she rolled on to her side and looked at him. He was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. He had already kicked his covers off. His penis had never gone completely soft; instead it was thick and semi-rigid. She wondered what it felt like, how hard it really was, how hot it really was. She also wondered how thick it really was. It looked like it was almost as big around as her wrist. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around her arm and slowly slid it up and down. She decided his dick wasn't that big, but it was very stiff. It was called a boner for a reason, probably because it was as hard as a bone. Clara rolled on to her back but did not take her eyes off Max. She wondered if he considered her a tease and if he regretted agreeing to spend the night with her. She looked at him again - something was different. His cock was getting stiffer. The sight of his erection caused a similar reaction in her nipples. She wondered what, or rather who, Max was dreaming of. Was it the fantasy he had shared with her? Was it some woman from his past? She wondered if she was in his dream. Clara slipped her hand between her legs. Her panties were already drenched. She pressed one, then two fingers against her labia. A soft moan escaped her mouth. She quickly bit her lip to silence it. Even though she had already let him watch her masturbate and climax, she felt embarrassed about doing it again. She pinched her hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger and then tugged on her breast. At the same time, she sank her fingers deeper into her tight, wet pussy. Clara never took her eyes off Max's naked body and his big, hard cock. She pressed the heel of her hand against her mound, indirectly rubbing her clitoris. She curled one finger up and pressed it against the swollen nub of her clitoris. Despite the fact she was still biting her lip, a whimper escaped her mouth. It was hardly a peep, but it seemed to echo around the room. She knew she was about to come. Her breathing became rapid and shallow and she felt her fingers getting wetter and wetter. It was the first moan that woke Max up. He had always been a light sleeper and normally woke up several times every night. He didn't open his eyes; instead he listened, trying to determine the source of the noise. He strained to hear something other than the hum of the ventilation system. He wondered if Clara was awake. If she was awake, he wondered if she noticed his cock was hard again. Whatever dream caused his dick to get hard was fading away. His concentration on listening meant he would lose the erection. He was finally able to pick out a sound from the other sounds in the room, and it was not what he had expected. It was a wet sound, and barely audible. He opened his eyes just enough to see, shifting them in the direction of the noise without turning his head. He did not want to disturb the source if his suspicions were confirmed. He looked at Clara. She had chosen the bed closest the bathroom and her body was silhouetted against the night light. He could see her nipples were just as stiff as his cock, and that she was pulling on one of them. He could also see her fingers moving under the sheer fabric of her panties. Clara was finger fucking her pussy! Max was tempted to join her in masturbation again, but he did not want to distract her, he did not want to disturb this moment in time. His cock ached to be where her fingers were, inside her dripping wet pussy. He imagined what her tight, virgin pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock. He lay perfectly still, entranced by the sight, sound, and smell of her impending orgasm. When he heard her whimper and the pace of her breathing change, Max felt a drop of pre-cum drip from the head of his cock. He watched Clara's body tense up and then she relaxed. Her breathing began to slow and settle into a steady rhythm. He closed his eyes and began to look for Clara in his dreams. Like hot fudge on a sunday, Clara felt her orgasm slowly spread over her body, melting away her anxiety about touching herself with Max in the room. When her climax had faded away, she withdrew her hand from her pussy and released her breast. She crawled out of her bed and stood next to Max. She reached out to touch him, her hand still damp from her orgasm. She spread a tiny amount of her cum onto his lip, and then slipped into bed next to him. She ran her fingers through the hair on this chest and let her arm rest on his body. "Clara," Max whispered, his voice sounding sleepy. "I want to sleep next to you, is that okay?" she asked. "As you wish," he replied. "Good night Max," she said, resting her head on his chest. "Good night Clara." Max opened his eyes just enough to realize the sun was up. He felt something warm and soft on his arm and turned his head to look. Clara had her arms wrapped around his, pulling him against her breasts. He vaguely remembered her climbing into bed with him. He smiled and closed his eyes. He liked being close to her. He felt something else. Something cool was on his belly. Max lifted his head and opened his eyes. His face turned red when he realized what had happened. His abdomen was covered in opaque goo; he must have orgasmed in his sleep and sprayed cum all over himself. He slowly extricated his arm from her, trying not to disturb her slumber. He crept across the floor and started the shower. Even though the sight of Clara waking up with a wet spot between her legs excited him, he wasn't sure she would feel the same way about seeing his spunk covered belly. He quietly shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower, deliberately setting a cold temperature. He wasn't sure what had happened during the night, but he did not want to go too far or too fast with her. He truly enjoyed their friendship and did not want to wreck it just to get a piece of ass. Maybe she wanted to be friends with benefits, but he was not sure. He knew the water was going to be cold, but that did not lessen the shock when it splashed against his skin. He increased the temperature slightly; he wanted a distraction, not to become a monk. The water washed away the evidence of his dreams, whatever they might have been. Max grabbed the shampoo and started his routine. He was just getting to the repeat part of lather, rinse, repeat when he heard the door to the shower open. Clara woke up the moment Max moved her arm, but it took her a few minutes to remember where she was and how she got there. She rolled over onto the spot Max had been sleeping in, inhaling his scent. The sound of the shower interrupted her thoughts of seeing Max sprawled out naked on the bed. She knew she should probably leave him alone. He had probably slipped out of bed for a reason and she was not sure how much further she was willing to take her education about the male body, but her curiosity was unbearable. She slinked out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Clara put her ear to the door, trying to figure out what Max was doing. The door was not completely shut and swung open as soon as she touched it. He did not notice her; or if he did he did not react at all. His head was covered in a thick lather of shampoo. The glass walls of the shower were covered with drops of water, but still allowed her a good view of his body. He had a nice ass and nice legs, too. Seemingly on their own, her feet began to move her towards the shower, and then her hands reached out and opened the door. The next thing Clara knew she was standing next to Max. The water splashed off his body and onto her, and it was not very warm. She gasped when the water hit her skin; it was cold enough to make her nipples even stiffer. He turned and looked at her. "Good morning," he said smiling. "Good morning," she replied. "I'm glad you joined me," he said. "I was curious if your penis had finally returned to normal." She looked down. Not only was it no longer thick, it had become much shorter. "Yea, and then some," Max said with a laugh, "it's the dreaded shrinkage." "Shrinkage?" Clara asked. "Yea, when it gets cold everything shrinks, just like that," he said, pointing to her stiff nipples. "I'm not sure I understand, they do this when I am turned on too," she replied. "Are you turned on right now?" he asked. "Maybe a little, but I'm not..." Clara said and then began to laugh. "Not what?" Max asked. "I was going to say I'm not wet, but that's not exactly true. I'm water wet, but not wet like I was last night," she said. "So if I did this," he said, increasing the temperature of the water until it was comfortably warm, "and this?" Max put his hand on Clara breast, gently stroking it with his fingertips. "This is all in the interest of science, right?" she asked. "Yea, science, totally," he said with a grin. "Because I don't think I'm the kind of girl that just gets felt up in the shower," Clara replied, hoping that Max detected the obvious sarcasm in her voice. The feeling of his hands on her tits was electric. Her entire body tingled as his fingertips slowly encroached on her swollen nipples. She looked down at her breasts. Max was right, her nipples were just as rigid as when they were cold, but were noticeably larger. When he pinched the amber pebble between his thumb and forefinger, she gasped. It was the same pleasurable sensation she felt when she did it, but more intense. "Sorry, got carried away. I think the experiment has confirmed my hypothesis," he said. He stopped and waited to see what she did. The sound of her pulse pounded in her ears. She wanted to climb on him and wrap her legs around his waist and then sink down onto his throbbing erection, but she could not. She had an idea how his tab A fit into her slot B, but she wasn't sure how it was actually done. She was afraid it would hurt and she knew that having sex with no method of birth control was flat out stupid. Her mind raced for a graceful way out of the corner she felt backed into. "I think we should repeat the experiment on you," she said. Clara grabbed the shower and held it just above Max's penis, and then she turned off the hot water. He didn't say a word when the cold water hit him, but she could see by the expression on his face that it was quite a shock. His erection faded away and his balls all but disappeared. She tentatively reached out and put her hand on his flaccid penis. "Wow, it's barely a handful now," she observed, suddenly feeling bad about telling him he had small dick. "Oh there's more to it, it's just sitting about here," Max replied, pointing to a spot just above his navel. He still felt aroused, but the unexpected ice bath seemed to have short circuited his equipment. "Okay, we have a starting point," Clara said. "Let's begin the experiment." She slowly turned the hot water back on. She cupped his balls in her hand; she could feel the skin start to relax. In less than a minute, her hand could no longer contain his sack. She put her hand on his penis. It was already much thicker and she could feel it increasing in length. She began to stroke his cock. Educating Clara "I wonder does additional stimulation override the reaction to the cold?" she asked. Max gritted his teeth, "I don't know, want to find out?" "All in the name of science," Clara replied. She turned off the hot water again. She felt him wince as the temperature changed, but his erection remained quite solid. She slid her hand down. His nuts had vanished again, but she didn't care. She moved her hand up and resumed stroking his erection. "It appears that stimulation can overcome environmental conditions," she said. "Care to find out if the same is true for the female of the species?" he asked. "Our research would be incomplete if we did not," Clara replied. She put the shower wand back in its holder. Max stepped out of the way and the full force of the cold water hit her chest. It was almost painfully cold. His hands felt warm as they cupped her breast. He pinched her nipples and she felt the same tingle. Then she felt the rigid shaft of his cock press between her ass cheeks. She began to grind against him as he squeezed her tits and tugged on her nipples. Clara put a hand between her legs. Despite the stream of cold water running down her body, her pussy felt like it was on fire. "Is the experiment a success?" he whispered in her ear. "Not yet, but I'm getting some interesting data," she replied. Max peered over Clara's shoulders. The sight of her breasts in his hands was pushing him towards an orgasm. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock between her firm ass cheeks. He knew she was playing with herself, but he could not see exactly what she as doing. "Clara, if we keep this up I'm going to come," he groaned. "Me too, don't stop.". Clara moved her hand slightly as a stream of cold water rushed across her labia. The contrast in temperature between her skin and the water seemed to make her even more sensitive. She pressed the heel of her hand into her mound and then squeezed the stiff nub of her clit between two fingers. Max was still caressing her breasts and gently pinching and tugging on her enlarged nipples. She wasn't sure which of the two actions pushed her over the edge into the climax. Her body shuddered as a euphoric mix of hormones and other chemicals flooded into her system. She had never come this many times in the space of a single day and she had never felt an orgasm as intense as the one that was causing her to writhe in his strong arms right now. "Oh, oh, oh I'm coming Max, I'm coming. Please don't stop, please," she cried out, practically begging him to continue. The thought of stopping never crossed his mind. Later, he would ponder whether he had crossed any lines by letting the situation spin out of control. But right now he was lost in the moment. His legs burned from the odd crouch he had to assume to keep the head of his cock pressed against her firm ass. His arms grew tired from supporting her weight as her legs went limp, but he continued to move his hips back and forth, sliding his throbbing erection against Clara's nubile body. He continued to cup her firm, perky breasts in his hands and hold her stiff, swollen nipples between his thumb and finger. Max could feel control of his orgasm slipping away. He tried to hold himself on the razor thin point between the feeling of ecstasy and the rush of release. Finally his dam of willpower failed. "I'm going to come," he said, hoping she was ready to have her back covered in cum. He felt his cock jerk over and over as it pumped every drop of come out of his body and on to hers. It continued even after he was quite certain there was nothing left. The head of his cock had become so sensitive that he had to stop; the sensory overload was almost painful. He adjusted the shower; bringing the temperature back to something pleasant. Clara put her hands on the wall of the shower stall, trying to steady herself. She could still feel Max's hot cum running down her back. She turned to face him and noticed his cock was still erect. "I thought it went down after you finished," she said. "I guess it is waiting for more," he replied. He suddenly wished he could take the works back; he did not want to pressure her into anything. "I'm afraid that's all I've got for you. I'm just not ready for anything else," Clara mumbled. "Honestly, that's about all I can take right now," Max replied. "Well isn't that convenient," she said, her mouth breaking into a broad smile. Max turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He handed Clara a towel when she followed him. As he dried his hair, he had the feeling he was being watched. He turned and looked at her. She grinned sheepishly but did not stop looking at him. "Take a picture, it will last longer," Max said sarcastically. "I'm sorry," Clara said, "You are the first man I have seen naked, and I don't know when I will have a chance like this again." He looked her up and down. "I'm pretty sure you can convince any man you want to be naked; I mean, you talked me into it pretty quickly." Clara blushed when she realized Max was returning her stare, "So you are saying I could persuade you to do this again." "As you wish," he replied, "But it won't be anytime soon. I leave today for another assignment, then home for a few days. I'll probably be off again a few days after that." "Do you know what days you are going to be home? I'm in a race not too far from where you live, maybe we could meet up for dinner," Clara said, slowly lowering her gaze, "or something." She found herself staring at Max's cock. It seemed out of place; like that part of the male anatomy was an afterthought, tacked after the rest of the body was designed. She wasn't sure if she liked the way it looked, but she certainly liked the way it felt. "I'll be in town from the 22nd to the 25th," he said. "My race is on the 22nd," she said. "What kind of race is it?" "It is one of those adventure races. This one looks pretty difficult; it will probably take most of the day. I should be done in time for dinner, provided I survive." she said. "Then it is a date. and if you need a place to stay you're more than welcome at my house." "That would be great. The friends I'm staying with are all going home after the race. If I stick around I'll need a place to crash.. She stepped out of the bathroom and began to gather her clothes. She delayed putting them on as long as possible; she liked being naked in front of Max. She sighed and began to get dressed. She looked over at him; he had put his jeans on and was buttoning the fly, but was still shirtless. She walked over to him and stuffed her panties into the pocket of his jeans. "In case you need something to remember me by," Clara said, sliding her hand up Max's body. Her hand slowed as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. She pulled her pants on and then slipped on her bra and shirt. By the time she was done, Max was dressed and waiting for her. "How about breakfast and then I drop you off. I'd like to stay longer, but I have a flight to catch.""That sounds wonderful," Clara said, and the two of them walked out the door.