6 comments/ 24673 views/ 3 favorites The Education of Emily Rose Ch. 01 By: MysteryMaiden I closed the front door behind me and leaned back with a sigh. Another date with another loser. Sean had seemed promising at first -- a handsome student assistant from the university bookstore with warm, caring eyes. He had been the one to ask me out (as I never could quite seem to get the guts to make the first move with anyone) and I'd been looking forward to the date all week. The night had started out well as we caught an early movie. If we had parted ways after that, perhaps I would have agreed to a second date. But instead, we made the fateful decision to go to dinner. Big mistake. It was at dinner that I realized that the only reason the movie was the best part of the date was because he didn't have a chance to open his mouth. Over appetizers he went over his entire high school football career as a varsity quarterback, the salad course conversation covered his famed debate team (he was captain of course), and the entrées were accompanied by a large side dish of "I was prom king and was banging the head cheerleader." By dessert, it was obvious that the jerk was never going to ask a thing about me and that he was pathetically stuck in high school. I couldn't wait to get out. Worst of all, when I politely offered to pay for my part, he agreed and held his hand out for the money. What a turn off. I knew that I was still young and had many years ahead of me, but man, was I getting tired of dating. I threw my keys on the tiny entry table next to the door and sighed again deeply as I headed into the living room. I was more than a little tipsy as during the course of the "date" I had polished off at least 5 glasses of wine. I didn't drink very often but tonight it had been a necessary survival mechanism just to get through the evening. I wondered if my roommate Jessica had fared any better. She was like me in that she had no serious relationship to speak of but, unlike me, she managed to have a full date schedule practically every night of the week. She was much more outgoing and had no problem with asking a guy out who caught her eye. In the year and a half that we had lived together, she rarely brought anyone home (at least that I knew of) but it wasn't uncommon for her to be out all night and come in nonchalantly around noon the next day. Since it was rather rare that I had a date tonight and I was a little nervous, we had discussed possibly making it a double so that I would feel a bit more comfortable. At the end we decided it would be awkward - good thing since it was bad enough that I had to deal with Mr. Me, Me, Me without subjecting someone else to the boring blabber as well. I was also more than a little embarrassed that my first date in over a month turned out to be such a dud. Jess was probably still out enjoying her date and her "dessert" course was probably a lot sexier than mine.... As I turned the corner into the living room, I was startled to see Jess sitting on the couch with her back to me. I could see the TV screen and it looked like she was watching a movie. She was alone on the couch in her fluffy robe and I could see a big bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap. Wow, her date must have been even worse than mine? I thought. I came up behind her and squeezed her shoulder. She screamed and jumped about 5 inches off the sofa as popcorn flew everywhere. "Oh my God, you scared me!" she shouted as she swatted at me. "Whatcha watchin?" I flopped down on the sofa next to her, propping my feet up on the table, and soon recognized snippets of The Exorcist on the screen. "Well no wonder you're scared! Why are you watching this when you're all alone? That's not very smart y'know?" "There was nothing else on," she replied, "besides, I knew you'd be home early." With this last comment Jess looked sideways at me and smiled. I wanted a good comeback but unfortunately she was right. "The question is, why are YOU home so early?" I asked. "Eh" she shrugged, "this one was a throwback -- not worth my time." "And what, may I ask, is a throwback?" "You know, like a fish that you catch but he's too scrawny to eat so you just throw him back," Jess took a handful of some popcorn that had spilled on the couch, "guess I'm getting picky in my old age." With that she giggled and then snuggled into the sofa to watch the movie. I'm not a huge fan of horror movies, but I'll watch them occasionally for the good scare. It was weird that both Jess and I were home on a Saturday night and I had nothing else to do so I decided to finish the movie with her. It hadn't been on for long and I had never seen The Exorcist so I was able to finally experience firsthand the vomiting and headspinning in all its glory. We both jumped more than once when we'd hear noises in the apartment or coming from outside. As the movie neared the end, I started to wonder if I was ever going to find Mr. Right. Hell, I would even settle for a really good night of passion. It had been a long time and I was really getting to the point where I would have sex with just about any guy who was willing, if I could just get past all the small talk and the "date" part without being so enormously annoyed that I couldn't wait to get away from him. As I was musing about my lackluster sex life, I suddenly realized that between my "jumping" and Jess' "jumping" we were sitting very close together on the couch. In fact, our hands were almost touching. I suddenly became very aware of her sitting next to me, although she was still completely engrossed in the movie. I glanced over at her and noticed that the top of her robe was gaping open and in the shadows I could see the outline of her full breast and nipple. To my surprise, my eyes lingered on her breast and I felt a tingling in my thighs. "What the heck is going on?" I thought to myself. I'd lived with Jess for a year and a half and never had it occurred to me to see her naked or try to be close to her or even to look at her in that way. I'd had lots of girlfriends in high school and we used to strip together to try on clothes or change into pajamas and I had never found myself aroused in the least by any of them. Why now? Was I just tired? Depressed? Isolated? Whatever the reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of the shadowy outline of her breast. It sloped perfectly into her nipple and rounded out at the bottom. Hers looked to be much larger than mine and perhaps that was part of the intrigue. I had always had a fetish with breasts -- although up until this point it had been my own. In my previous sexual encounters I loved for my partners to suck on my breasts -- sometimes soft and slow and sometimes hard depending on the levels of my passion. I'd even been known to ask a lover to bite my nipples when I was in a particularly aggressive mood and the pain felt delicious. Given my particular fondness for "breast play" perhaps it wasn't surprising that I found Jess' breast to be so captivating in that moment. What was surprising was that I found myself actually considering doing something about it. I finally pulled my eyes away from her breast and stared back blindly at the TV screen. Inside I was shaking and my head was spinning -- partly from the wine and partly from what I was wanting to do. My mind raced through the possible reactions from Jess should I try to touch her breast -- first and foremost was the most likely possibility that she would freak out and run upstairs and never talk to me again. That would end a friendship and a roommateship that worked well. I would hate to lose her and wouldn't be able to even look her in the eye again. She had never indicated that she looked at me in any way other than a friend so to try anything would probably be suicide. But what if? My mind kept returning to that possibility. What if it was ok? What if she responded? What if she wasn't freaked out? I decided to make a list of my excuses in the event that I did try something and she did freak out and I did have to explain myself. This was my list: 1) I was drunk; 2) I was depressed; 3) I was lonely. The entire list was not only true, but convincing, I thought, and I would probably forgive a friend for making a pass at me if she was one or all of the above listed items. Just as I had finished my list and talked myself into the possibility of moving on my instincts, another scary part of the movie passed. At this point, I was really too aroused to be scared and I didn't really have a clue what was going on in the movie anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol that prompted me to act but I jumped in response to the scare in the movie and teasingly hid my eyes by burying them into Jess' fuzzy shoulder as I threw my arm across her waist and let it linger. After a few seconds, I dared to peek out from her shoulder and tried to see her face without looking too obvious. She had her head turned towards me and she did look a bit surprised, but she didn't move away. I sat there, tense, for at least a minute waiting for her to shift a little further down the couch. After what seemed to be an eternity, I felt her body relax under my arm and I realized that she wasn't planning to move. I took a deep breath and melted my head into her shoulder as I turned to "watch" the movie. From my new perch I had an even closer view of her breast and she hadn't moved to close her robe. The smell of her skin and shampoo made me even more dizzy. Having accomplished the initial contact, I decided to keep going. I inched my hand a small bit higher on her robe. I was enticingly close to the bottom of her breast but I stopped short to wait for her reaction. Her gaze fixed intently on the television and she pretended not to notice. It reminded me of my first date with a boy in 10th grade. You know, where you're at the movies and your hands slowly inch together but you both pretend nothing's happening? And then, suddenly, your pinkies touch and you feel an electric jolt go through your body but you still don't let on? And before you know it you are holding hands and thinking "I can't believe this is happening!" while still watching the movie with a straight face? Anyway, I hoped that was what was happening as she wasn't letting on that she noticed my hand was practically on top of her breast. I decided to take the plunge. In one swift move I brought my hand up to brush the lower edge of her breast through her robe while simultaneously lifting my chin up to rest my lips on her neck. I felt an almost indiscernable intake of breath on Jess' part but she still didn't lean away. Emboldened, I lifted my hand and slid it into the opening of her robe and gently cupped it around her lusciously round tit. This was the moment of truth -- if Jess didn't move away after this bold move, she was going to be ok and there was no turning back. I let my hand mold to the warmth of her breast and a small sigh inadvertently escaped from my lips still pressed against her neck. She shifted her body towards me so that it was easier to touch her and, in doing so, her robe fell completely open. I pulled away to look and my mouth must have dropped open slightly as I gazed in awe at what I can only describe as the most beautiful pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were perfectly round like melons and yet so soft and smooth. Her nipples stood completely erect and that's when I knew for sure that she wanted this too. I finally tore my eyes away and moved my gaze up to her face. That's when I felt awkward and started to stammer, "Jess, um, I'm sorry, uh, I don't know what's gotten into me but all of the sudden I just feel something..." Suddenly Jess sat straight up and pulled her robe closed around her chest. She stood up and walked quickly towards the stairs. She practically ran up them as I struggled to find my voice. I heard her door close softly and turned around, leaning back against the couch with a sigh. I hadn't had a chance to tell Jess I was sorry. Why did I think that she was responding? Was I imagining things? I slumped to the side and lay curled in a ball on the sofa. After awhile the alcohol finally took effect and I closed my eyes. The next morning, my head was pounding. I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright light streaming through the window. I hadn't realized that I had drank so much. Wine always made me drunk faster than any other liquor though. I felt like I should be worried about something but it took several seconds to drag it up from my memory. Oh. There it was. Oh. Oh no. What the hell had I done? As the memories came flooding back to me, I dropped my head into my hands. Guess I would start looking for a new apartment. Damn, I had a good thing and I'd screwed it up. I stood up and staggered into the kitchen. I started the coffee to brew and sat down at the table, staring ahead miserably. It was amazing how screwed up things could get in the course of just one night. I must've been sitting there for at least a half an hour when all of the sudden Jess walked into the kitchen. Seeing me at the table, she smiled brightly. I blushed and looked down. "Good morning," she sang and headed toward the coffee pot, "thanks for making coffee!" When I didn't respond, she looked over her shoulder at me. "What's the matter?" I stared at her, confused. "You're not, I mean, you're . . ." I searched for the words, "okay?" Jess made a face. "Of course I'm okay silly, why wouldn't I be?" I gulped back the words, not wanting to say them and shrugged, "no reason I guess." "OK then, what should we have for breakfast? I'm cooking." Jess declared as she opened the door to the refrigerator. What the heck is going on? I thought. How could she be fine? She left last night in such a hurry. She must have been offended by my feelings. I had thought she felt the same but I was wrong. Well, whatever the reason, I was so relieved that she was fine today. Maybe I wouldn't have to look for another apartment. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that our friendship had been salvaged. Whatever had taken over me last night was safely buried and would never surface again. "What should I make," Jess mused slowly to herself as she clicked her tongue against her teeth. She leaned against the refrigerator as she reviewed its contents. "I've got it," she clapped her hands together, "French toast." She looked back at me to judge my reaction. I just looked at her and nodded, still confused. She turned back around and grabbed two eggs out of the side of the door. Then, she leaned in further to grab the milk. As she stretched further, her thin silk robe inched up the backs of her thighs. She leaned in farther. "Can't...reach..." she breathed as I watched the fabric slip higher until I saw soft pink lips and light hairs peek out from underneath. A jolt went through my body as I realized that she wasn't wearing panties. She stayed that way for a few more seconds and swayed her ass from one side to the other. I felt the same stirring I'd had the night before when I looked at her beautiful breasts. So it wasn't just because I was drunk. Here I was, morning, stone sober, and I still found the look of her to be irresistible. I coughed and looked out the window. Jess straightened up, pulled down her robe, and began assembling the ingredients on the counter. She pulled out a loaf of bread and one by one started soaking the bread slices. As she did this, I went over and poured myself a cup of coffee, being careful not to look in her direction. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. She hummed contentedly as she cooked, not seeming uncomfortable in the least. When she was done, she plopped two slices of French toast on a plate and slid it in front of me at the table. I looked up at her to say thank you, only to look down as I saw her nipples pressing against the silk of her robe. I blushed. "Oh, you need syrup" Jess turned around seeming not to notice my embarrassment. She grabbed a plastic jug and placed it on the table next to me, dangerously close to the edge. "Hope you like it," she said and leaned across the table until her face was just a few inches from mine, her hand still resting on the syrup bottle. "Uh, thanks, I'm sure I will," I looked up as I reached for the bottle. Suddenly, she pushed the bottle the extra inch it took to make it fall to the ground. I looked down helplessly as brown stickiness rushed out onto the floor. "Oh, I'm such a clutz," she moaned, slapping her forehead before picking up the quickly emptying bottle. "Now how are you going to eat your breakfast?" "That's fine, I can eat them without syrup," I said, picking up my fork. "No way," she interrupted, grabbing the plate away. "That's not the same." She pretended to think for a minute. "Hey, I know we have another bottle around here, I just have to find it... Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed and I'll look for it." "Really, Jess, it's no biggie, I can just eat it this . . ." she raised a hand. "I didn't go the trouble of making breakfast for us to eat with no syrup. Now go get ready and I'll find it." She looked at me sternly until I finally agreed. I headed up the stairs, stopping at my room to gather my things for a shower. I always took my showers in the morning. At this point, I actually welcomed the thought of a shower, it would give me time to collect my feelings and figure out what the heck was going on. I turned the hot water on full blast and saw the steam billow over the top of the shower curtain. The mirror quickly fogged, obscuring my image from view. I stepped into the tub and felt the warm water cascade over my full breasts. My nipples quickly responded and stood erect as they were pummeled. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, enjoying the feeling. I tried not to think about the embarrassment of last night, but it had all made me so incredibly horny. My hand drifted down to my pussy as I rubbed it with soap and softly caressed my clit. I was right in the middle and started to moan when suddenly, I thought I heard a noise just outside the curtain. "Hello?" I called, not sure if I had heard correctly. Silence. "Hello?" I called again, thinking I must have been imagining things. I still didn't hear anything but I was too jumpy now to finish up. I turned off the water and pulled the curtain to the side, stepping out of the tub and searching for a towel. I was stark naked and dripping wet when I suddenly found myself face to face with Jessica. My eyes widened in shock as I turned to grab the towel, only to find that it wasn't where I had left it. "Uh, what's going on?" I stuttered. Jess held up a small bottle triumphantly and giggled softly. "I found the syrup!" "Yeah, Jess, that's great," I started, wondering within me if maybe she was losing her mind. Her behavior was definitely odd today. "I'll be down in a minute, ok?" Instead of leaving, she stayed rooted to the ground, her eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body. "No," she said and continued staring. "Ok Jess, I really don't know what's going on here..." I started. "You wanted syrup," she said, plainly, still staring. "Huh?" "You wanted syrup." She said again, as if I hadn't heard. "Yeah, ok, thanks?" I was becoming painfully aware of the fact that I was standing naked in front of my roommate who had rejected me just hours earlier. I stared back at her and after what must have been several minutes, she finally took a step towards me. Her gaze went down to my breasts and she held up the bottle and began to pour. She drizzled the syrup slowly over my right breast, watching as it slid lazily down, mixing with the water, to form little droplets that hung on the edge of my nipple before dripping onto my abdomen. She then moved the bottle over to my left breast, watching the same trail. I stood dumbfounded, watching with her as the syrup clung to my breasts. The Education of Emily Rose Ch. 01 She finally placed the bottle on the counter and looked at my breasts. Then, to my surprise, she slowly leaned down, opened her mouth and placed her tongue at the top of my right breast. She slowly began licking in soft circles over the top, lapping up the syrup. I felt heat pulse between my legs at the feel of her tongue. Once the top of my breast was cleaned, she moved down and her lips slowly closed around my nipple. I gazed down at her and the sight of her lips clamping over my nipple made me moan. Her lips turned up into a smile in response and she slowly began to suck. I felt my nipple move in and out into her mouth with each gentle sucking movement. Involuntarily, my hips began to thrust forward in rhythm with her sucking. She knelt down onto the ground and her hands went to my ass, gently helping me thrust. The sucking became harder and more forceful as she continued. Finally, too soon, she broke away and continued licking the bottom of my breast. Her tongue trailed down my abdomen and even into my belly button as she licked away every last vestige of the sticky syrup. Her lips moved again to the top of my left breast and continued the same voyage downward. My hips continued to thrust as I felt the long soft strokes of her tongue on my abdomen. It inched lower and lower. Her tongue traced along the line of hair right along my pubic bone. I gasped, wanting her to go further, waiting for the delicious feeling of her tongue against my lips. My hands were on her shoulders inching up towards her head when suddenly, the warmth was gone. Jessica stood up quickly. I opened my eyes only to see her back as she opened the door and rushed out of the bathroom. The Education of Emily Rose Ch. 02 If you haven't done so, I recommend first reading the first chapter of this story, The Game, Ch. 1. To all who have read that first chapter and responded, thank you so much for your support and feedback. I wasn't quite sure where to go with this story (which is why it's taken awhile to post a Chapter 2) but your feedback encouraged me to keep thinking about it until I came up with some direction, hence the title change. Thanks for reading! The Education of Emily Rose -- Chapter 2 (formerly The Game) I stood in the bathroom with the door wide open, dripping wet and watching Jess bounce off down the hallway to her bedroom. My jaw literally hung open in shock. After spending half the night and all morning trying to convince myself that I should deny my crazy attraction, she threw herself at me and then walked off. Again. This time instead of embarrassment, I felt anger boiling up inside of me. Here we were, sober, in broad daylight, and Jessica was toying with me, teasing me. It just didn't make any sense. Last night I'd excused her behavior by saying that she was offended by my boldness. But today, things were different. She obviously was attracted to me, obviously wanted me, but yet she'd left me here, dripping wet and sticky, in more ways than one. I decided she wasn't going to get away with walking away from me again. As far as I was concerned, our relationship had already changed permanently and I would take my chances with a confrontation. Without bothering to dry off or dress, I stormed out of the bathroom and marched down the hall to her closed bedroom door. I tried the knob and it was locked so I started pounding on the door like a crazy person. "Jess, open the door, now." I rarely got angry but there was a distinct edge in my voice this time. I'd been so cowed earlier that I'd tried to avoid contact. But my reaction now was a complete 180 -- now I was both aroused and angry, a dangerous combination. I stopped banging for a second and didn't hear a response so I started up again. "I mean it, open this door now!" I yelled. Still no answer. My fists were starting to hurt and I was getting desperate. "Open this door or I'll -- " Suddenly the door flung open and Jessica stood there, still fully clothed, but with flushed cheeks. I could see spots of stickiness on her cheeks and lips. "Or you'll what?" she countered with equal force and fire in her eyes. In the back of my mind I was shocked by the way she said it. "I'll - " I started, but before I could finish the build-up of the last 12 hours suddenly engulfed me. I rushed forward and grabbed her face in my hands and planted my mouth hard against hers. I half expected her to resist, to run away again, but instead she responded with equal passion. I felt her soft tongue rub into my mouth, swirling her saliva with mine. I moaned just a little and melted into her soft lips. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to me, making sure that she wouldn't leave me this time. I pressed my naked, sticky breasts against hers, hard and full through her t-shirt. It had been so long since I'd had sex, I literally felt as if I was being consumed from the inside out. I began pushing her with little steps towards her bed, which she'd made at some point that morning in between showing me her ass and teasing my tits with her tongue. We fell down onto the bed with me on top, not really sure what to do with her now that I had her. I quickly decided I'd start where it all began -- with those big, beautiful breasts. I pushed her t-shirt and bra up and over her tits exposing rock hard nipples. I took the left one into my mouth and began to suck like I was milking a cow. I'd asked lovers to do this to me many times, but I never imagined that they drew as much pleasure from it as I did. I truly found being the "suckler" to be every bit as sensual as being the "sucklee." I could hear Jessica moan slightly and arch her back up towards me. I began to suck harder and even started to bite a little. "Oh, oh yeah," she moaned, "bite harder." I began to bite harder, feeling her breast fill my mouth. I so did not regret what I had done last night. It was my first time with a woman and her tits were absolutely divine. After several minutes of suckling and kneading, I began to move my tongue down her abdomen, over her belly button, and down towards the top of her jeans. I looked up at her as I started to unfasten the button. She met my gaze while covering my hands with her own. "No," she said, "this is your first time, allow me..." With surprising strength she flipped on top of me in one motion, lowering her mouth to my sticky nipples once again. This time though, she extended her tongue and moved lower towards my mound, not stopping when she got to the top of my pelvis. Since I was already naked, there was nothing to stop her from spreading my lips open with her fingers. She looked at my gaping pussy and stroked the tips of her fingers over my labia. When I saw the look in her eyes I knew -- this wasn't her first time with a woman. She'd done this many times before. That was my last rational thought as she lowered her head down on top of me. I remember feeling the warm slithering of her tongue on my lips, slowly up over my clitoris and sawing back and forth into my hole. Finally, she latched on and began rhythmically sucking. My hips began to grind up into her face with each suck, as if I was fucking her tongue. I reached down and grabbed her head between my hands. Later I thought that I had never been eaten out with such skill. I'd been with guys who'd gone down on me before, but none of them equaled Jessica in how fast she found the right spot and how quickly she established a rhythm that got me rocking. It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes when I grabbed the comforter in both of my fists and began to scream out. She brought me to the edge and I crashed down onto the other side with the biggest release I had ever felt. I literally saw stars as my entire body pulsated while my orgasm subsided. I forgot about Jessica on top of me and between my legs. I forgot about everything else around me and sunk into the softness of the bed. After what felt like several minutes of continual orgasm, I felt the sensations subsiding and Jessica pushed up off the top of my thighs and flopped down next to me. I moved my arm to touch her without opening my eyes. "Oh Jess," I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly, "that was won-der-ful..." My voice trailed off blissfully. "Who'd have thought you'd be into girls, huh?" she asked and the clarity in her voice made my eyes flutter open. I saw her face and suddenly became concerned. "Are you -- not into it?" I asked her, sitting quickly up to lean on one elbow. I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't exactly in the throes of passion. By then I was beginning to think clearly enough to remember my manners and I placed a hand over her breast. "I'm sorry, let me pleasure you now." This was awkward. I wasn't really sure how to eat a woman out, seeing as I'd only seen it done to me by others and had never actually done it myself. Jessica shook her head. I suddenly felt insecure. "I mean, I know I've never done it before, but I could give it a shot." I smiled tentatively. "Practice makes perfect, right?" Jessica put her hand on my arm. "No really, it's ok. I'm fine. This was more about you." Now I definitely felt weird. "What do you mean this was more about me?" I questioned, starting to wonder if I had imagined her responsiveness to my advances. "It was about your sexual exploration -- about you finding yourself." She sounded very serene, almost as if she was in teacher-mode. "O-K-" I said slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. "So, you don't want me to do anything for you? Touch you, masturbate you? It only seems fair after what you did for me." "It's not always about orgasms," she began in a lecturing tone. "We can receive pleasure from each other without having to cum." Ok, this was getting freaky and I was definitely starting to feel self-conscious. "Jess, wanna tell me what the hell is going on here? I mean, first I come on to you and you run away. Then, you come on to me and you run away. Finally, we get together and now you're acting like you weren't into it at all. Talk about mixed signals." Jessica shrugged. "I just wasn't sure you were ready for me." "What's THAT supposed to mean?" "I mean I wasn't sure you were ready to know the truth about this part of my life. My sex life." Her voice became a bit quieter. "It's different. I'm different." Her voice trailed off mysteriously. "Well, I know you've been with other girls before, right?" I was almost positive but I needed her to confirm my suspicions. "Of course I have," she retorted, as if I'd asked her if she'd ever eaten chocolate ice cream. "Lots of times." Hmmm, wasn't making me feel any better. "So, all of this was just for me, you weren't excited at all. Is that what you're telling me?" I had sat up and was inching toward the edge of the bed, feeling very aware of the fact that I was naked. "No, look, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that I'm into some different stuff. Stuff that you're probably not used to. I'm attracted to power and visual stimulation. And I'm not sure that you're ready to get into that, to go to that level." I felt my cheeks flush and stood up. "So what the hell was that last night? Why did you run away? You need to get a lot more specific, real fast Jess because this is getting a little ridiculous." She sighed and looked down at her hands. "Em, look, I'm not trying to upset you. I don't want you to feel rejected or mad, ok? I ran off yesterday because I wasn't sure you were ready to get involved with me." I continued to stare at her with my arms crossed under my breasts, waiting for her to go on. Jessica blew her breath up, making her bangs flutter and looked like she'd made a decision to tell me the truth. "So, I'm a member of a secret society here at the university called Black Velvet. I'm one of the high mistresses which means I'm one of the top people in the society." She paused to see if I was following. When I didn't respond, she went on. "Our society is focused on sexual exploration. My role as a high mistress is to take students under my wing and guide them in their sexual journey. All of our students are voluntary, all of them come to us." My curiosity was becoming aroused. "But how do they find out about you if it's secret?" I couldn't repress the petulance in my voice. "Word of mouth. Experience with other members. Roommates, maybe?" She smiled slightly. "But I've been your roommate for a year a half! I had no idea..." "I know, and I didn't want to bring it up for fear of ruining our friendship. You never gave me any indication that you might be interested. .. until last night." "So if you're so sexually liberated, why did you run away from me last night? Why didn't you just go for it?" "Well, I couldn't believe what was happening, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go down that road with you. Like I said, I wasn't sure you were ready." "Ready for what?" I was getting exasperated with her repetition. "It's not really something I can describe or talk about. You'd have to experience it, if you choose to do so." She obviously wasn't going to clear up the mystery for me. "So are you offering me the experience? Are you decided I'm ready for it?" I said sarcastically. "I think you are. I thought about it all last night and I decided you should make the decision for yourself. So, yes, if you want the experience, I'll agree to guide you." She'd agree to guide me. "How can I possibly agree to experience something if I don't know what it is I'm agreeing to?" She smiled and spread her arms wide like one of those hippies expressing their love for everyone. "That's part of the process -- letting go and being open to whatever may happen. I think you have potential and I decided that I should be open as well, to training you if that's what you want." "Training me? You really think I need to be trained?" I was trying hard here to not get offended. "Oh c'mon Emily, you have to admit that your sex life leaves a lot to be desired. You don't think that's all the fault of the men you meet do you? Don't you think you need to take some responsibility for your own sexual fulfillment?" I smarted inside. So yes, my sex life wasn't so hot, but I hadn't had a lot of options lately. The guys I had been meeting hadn't been attractive to me in the least. And I really hadn't even considered women until yesterday. I had never even let myself consider that I could change it unilaterally and take the bull by the horns, so to speak. Part of me knew that at least some of what she said was true, but it stung. "I'm not really sure what to say Jessica. I -- I'm skeptical, I think I've done what I can and I'm just going through a dry spell." I shrugged, suddenly feeling on the defensive. "What happened last night, just kinda came out of nowhere, I don't really know why..." "Yes!" Jessica clapped her hands together and pointed at me. "Yes, it came out of nowhere, the place you have deep inside you, the place where your true sexual identity resides." The hippie was back. I could tell she was getting excited, talking about a subject that really appealed to her. "It's there Emily. Can't you see it? It's there, you just have to dig down to find it!" Her enthusiasm made me consider her words, but I needed more info. "So what exactly are you proposing?" I held up a hand. "Now, I'm not saying I'm agreeing to it yet, I'm just wondering what you want me to agree to." Jessica sat back and crossed her legs on the bed. "You, hand yourself over to me. Completely. Body, mind, spirit, all of it. You have to do everything that I tell you to do, without question." "Everything?" My eyes widened. "What if I think it's something that's gross?" "First of all, you're gonna have to trust me. And second of all, yes, even if it's gross, without question." I looked at her skeptically. "And if I say no?" She shrugged, "No problemo. Things go back to the way they were. You and I never speak of this again. We're cool." "You won't be mad?" "No way, not at all." She stood up and took my hands into hers and looked me in the eye. "To be honest, Emily, I hadn't really thought of it before last night. But I was up all night realizing that this would be a good thing for you. You need this. And after the way you pounded down my door right now, I think you want it too. But it's your decision." She winked at me and added, "I only train willing victims." I still wasn't completely convinced. "So it could be anything sexual? Or is it only girl on girl?" Jess looked squarely at me. "Has everything I've been saying gone right past you? It's about sexual exploration, in its many facets. That means sex as it pertains to people -- it's about attraction to people, not genders." She moved her hands up my arms. "It's about learning about yourself, what turns you on, it's about controlling your passions and your desires and knowing what you want and then getting it." To be honest, I didn't know what I was signing up for. But something she said hit home. I wanted to know how to find pleasure, to get what I wanted, to know what I wanted in the first place. Even if there was only a 5% possibility that she was right, it was something I needed to try. Hey, before last night I would have never even thought that I could be attracted to a woman, but here I was, standing naked in my roommate's bedroom after the best orgasm of my life. Just thinking back to that orgasm made my decision for me -- she obviously knew some things I didn't. "Ok, I'll do it." ***** Your feedback, comments and votes are greatly appreciated! I have the crazy idea of making every chapter in this story be a different Literotica category. I'd like to try to include as many categories as possible over the course of the story. I realize this might not appeal to everyone, but I think it will be different and challenging. Any feedback with thoughts/comments on categories/scenarios would be great.