Storiesonline.net ------- Timing by hammingbyrd7 Copyright© 2004 by hammingbyrd7 ------- Description: Student nurse helps her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend with sexual dysfunction. There are some affectionate FF scenes, but the sexual desire is all MF Codes: MF FF fant sch cons bi het group doct ------- ------- Copyright© 2004 ------- Chapter 1 Stacey awoke about two hours before dawn. All the frustration of the earlier night had disappeared and she found she could finally think clearly. She turned over and gazed at the young man sleeping by her side. "Oh, Stacey," she thought, "What were you thinking of? He was so embarrassed already, why did you have to stomp on him and turn embarrassment into misery? Especially by stomping on his male ego? How would you like it, Stacey, if your vagina couldn't self lubricate, and he started demeaning your femininity over the issue? He's such a sweet guy; shy but so sweet, I still can't believe I'm the first girl he's ever dated. Why was I so cruel? It's only his love for me that that has kept him in my bed tonight... I must give him a sincere apology as soon as he's awake, before Lin gets back..." Stacey began to drift back to sleep. "Randolph, who would have ever thought I'd be thinking of marrying someone named Randolph? Randy's a cute name, though..." Stacey was in her second year of a five-year nursing program. In her high school years and first year at college, she had only casual dating relationships. But last September, she met Randy, a third year engineering student in a mixer at nearby Boston University, and over the next six months the two became a close couple. About a month ago, Stacey's roommate Lin made the kind offer to sleep Friday nights with a friend down the dorm hall. This would give the couple some time for intimacy, and Stacey gratefully accepted. The time Stacey and Randy had used to explore their dreams and personalities had been very sweet, but the time they had used to explore their sexuality had been a disaster. Stacey and especially Randy were novices regarding sex, and they were quite uncertain about how to proceed. Lin had been Stacey's roommate for close to two years now, and she was Stacey's closest friend. Lin was also majoring in nursing, in her third year now, a year ahead of Stacey. Stacey looked up to Lin as her big sister, even though Lin was 2" shorter than Stacey's 5'9", and they were both very supportive of each other. Stacey had never met anyone with such a wiry body as Lin's, and she secretly wished she could be so athletic. Stacey had grown up in Massachusetts. Lin grew up in several states, living as a child first in Texas and then in California, and spending her high school years in a boarding school called the Colorado Rocky Mountain High. She fell in love with the mountains and the skiing, and during her senior year she found she had the skill and the stamina needed to join the Colorado State ski patrol. During a search and rescue mission in a brutal winter storm, her individual grit and determination had become the key difference for success in finding a group of lost climbers. Afterwards, the veteran patrol leader had paid her the ultimate compliment of calling her mountain tough. Lin's history was a riches-to-rags story. Her parents' business collapsed along with the dot-com bubble just as she was about to enter her college years. She rose to the occasion, dedicating her time to becoming a top student while balancing a package of student loans, scholarships, and part-time jobs that would see her through to her R.N. and Masters degrees. She had had a couple of intimate relationships in her high school years, but felt she didn't have the time for such things since she had come to Boston. Lin was coming down the dorm hall early Saturday morning with her sleeping bag in hand, knowing Stacey always awoke with the dawn light, and expecting Stacey and Randy to be out getting breakfast. Lin walked into the room with her thoughts on her schedule for the day, and was very surprised to see Stacey and Randy still sleeping in Stacey's bed, both naked except for a sheet that was only partially covering them. "Oh, cute penis!" thought Lin, and she considered quietly slipping back out of the room, but since they were all such close friends, she decided to tease them a bit. She loudly slammed the door, and said with a bright smile, "So, both you sleepyheads exhausted from a great last night?" right into the startled faces of Stacey and Randy. Her friends' reactions were totally unexpected. Randy nervously said, "Oh, yes..." and then looked uncertain and turned to Stacey to see if he had said the right thing, completely oblivious to his genitals being on clear display for Lin. Stacey also looked very worried, looking back and forth between Randy and Lin and at a complete loss for words for what to say. Part of Lin's surprise was that she knew that Stacey was almost as modest as Randy, and here she was displaying her breasts to both Randy and Lin and totally ignoring the issue. Lin dropped her sleeping bag and sat down quietly in a desk chair close to Stacey's bed. "Something's obviously worrying both of you. I'm sorry for teasing you. What's up? Can I help?" Stacey spoke up first, "Randy, before I say anything else, I want to apologize for what I said last night. My cruelty was totally inexcusable. Please forgive me." "Oh, Stacey, I love you so. Of course I forgive you YIKES!" said Randy, as he whipped the sheet to cover his genitals. Lin waited patiently; wondering if the two love birds would ever tell her what was going on. Stacey just sat quietly, giving Randy a loving smile, and Randy realized she was letting it be his decision about what to say to Lin. Randy looked at Lin for a long moment, thinking about what a dear and trusted friend she was to him, and he decided to punch through his shyness and open up to her. "I'm having a major problem with premature ejaculation. It's been quite embarrassing and a total disaster for me. I'm frustrating the hell out of Stacey, and I don't know what to do..." "Not a total disaster", said Stacey, desperate to say something supportive, "you did break my hymen our first night together..." "And the closest I've managed since is to spray your legs with semen... Lin, do you know anything about this? Stacey and I have both tried searching the literature, and haven't found anything that seems to help. Our next step is the university clinics, I guess, but we're both so embarrassed about this, we haven't gone..." "My boyfriend and I in my senior year in high school had this problem," Lyn confided. "Literature searches didn't help us much either..." "Did you solve the problem?" asked Stacey. "Yes." "How?" "Experimenting. We finally had some ideas that proved effective, very effective, in fact. A good thing, too. Our boarding school nurse wouldn't have been supportive..." "Lin, could you tell us what worked for you?" asked Stacey. "Hmmph. I could try, but I don't think it would be very useful. The core of the solution for us was a combination of finding the right moments to do certain things, along with changing our attitudes. It's not just the physical stuff; it's the attitudes behind the caresses, and having different goals at different stages... And the details of the physical stuff would be hard to describe verbally. It's something to show by doing, rather than trying to talk about it. There are so many judgment calls to make, finding the right times to act. All the right timing is based on the emotions and the empathy between the lovers, and how could I ever put that into words? I'll try to tell you what I can, of course..." "Lin," asked Stacey shyly, pausing a long moment before blurting out, "is Randy close enough to you for you to show us?" "Stacey, do you know what you're asking?" said Lin, smiling a bit as she saw Randy's jaw drop in astonishment. "I do." Lin and Randy gazed into each other's eyes for several minutes, the room very quiet. Finally Lin said, "Randy, I've known you almost as long as Stacey has. You are a very dear friend to me, and I think I can empathize with you and become your sex ed teacher. What are your feelings about this?" "Oh, dear, sweet Lin. I've never told you this, but I think you're drop dead gorgeous. I'm also very attached to Stacey. I don't know... Would I be getting intimate with you?" "Very. This isn't a trivial matter. You would be accepting me as both a doctor and a lover, within the teaching time. And I'm not a doctor, and I'm not your lover. I think I can do this, though, based on friendship, and not on courtship." "Could I stay and watch?" Stacey asked quietly. "Oh, Stacey! More than that! It's essential you be with us. And as things progress, you need to be here so the physical expressions can transfer to you." "When could we begin?" "Anytime, Stacey. Now would be fine, actually. But we still haven't heard from Randy yet." "This is so sweet of you, Lin" said Randy. "How would this work? Would Stacey and I be naked, and you dressed showing us what to do?" "Ha!" laughed Lin, taking off her shoes and socks. "That sounds like a recipe for comic insanity!" She walked to the door, taking off her blouse, and locking the door. After scanning the window shades to be sure they were being discrete, she calmly removed her bra, skirt, and panties, and sat back down naked. "Randy, I'm offering to take you as my lover for a time of teaching, and I'm asking you to accept me as your doctor and your lover, based not on sexual commitment, but on our friendship, and our common goal of supporting your union with Stacey. Do you accept me?" "This is every guy's fantasy, getting sexy with two beautiful women. With Stacey's support, I can accept. What will it be like?" "It'll be a whole range of feelings. Most of it will be very pleasurable, actually. One part briefly painful, much more of it wildly erotic. Some of the stuff we'll do first will feel so different; you might be a bit uncomfortable. My doctor role comes first, before my role as lover. Overall, though, I think you'll really enjoy this!" "What should I do first?" "Grab a towel, and get dressed." "What!?" "Go down to the bathroom on the men's floor, and take a shower. Be sure to empty your bladder, and have a bowel movement too if you can. Stacey and I will take showers up here, and we can start when we all get back." ------- Chapter 2 Stacey and Lin came back together to their dorm room from the showers, having just finished blow-drying their hair. After closing the door, Lin walked over to her side of the room and slipped out of her bathrobe, standing naked facing her bed and thinking about how the morning was progressing. "I'm surprised Randy isn't back yet," she said. "His hair is a lot easier to dry than ours." "Oh, I'm not surprised," said Stacey. "I know Randy. We've given him a lot to think about. He probably won't be back for a little while yet." "Oh," said Lin, and she stood for a moment, deciding whether to get dressed, when she felt Stacey's hand on her shoulder, and Stacey softly calling her name. Lin turned to be embraced by a naked Stacey. Their two bodies met and Lin's arms came up to hug Stacey back. They stood perfectly still, embracing for several minutes, and then Lin began very softly to caress the small of Stacey's back and the top of her buttocks. After of few moments, Stacey began to return the caress at the sides of Lin's hips. Lin closed her eyes and rested the side of her head against Stacey's, feeling all the tension flow out of her body. "Nervous?" asked Stacey. "I was, a little, before this hug," answered Lin. "Thank you, Stacey, thank you for loving me." Stacey kissed Lin and returned to caressing her hips. Lin felt deeply relaxed by the caresses, her mind lost in thought. "It's been three years since I've been hugged like this," she thought. "Three long years. It feels so wonderful, I had forgotten. I had forgotten, that it feels so wonderful to be hugged and caressed. I had forgotten, how much my spirit needs this! Three long years. My financial footing was so precarious. It's taken me three years to finally feel secure about being on my own and independent. With my dedication to my studies and the all the student jobs, I decided I didn't have time for dating. But, oh, Stacey, it feels so good to be hugged and petted! I'm beginning to rethink my position... Perhaps I should be more receptive to dating possibilities..." "Lin?" asked Stacey. "Yeah?" "I want you to know how grateful I am for what you're doing for Randy and me. I want you to know there's not an ounce of jealousy in my heart or mind about this." "I know, Stacey. Dear, sweet Stacey, I know." "Lin... I've been on the pill for months now, ever since I began to think of Randy as my future husband. But I know you're still having your periods. I also have a few condoms. Do you need one for Randy and you?" "Oh, Stacey! I have no intention of ever having intercourse with Randy! I will be getting sexy with him though. And if he's ready for intercourse this morning, it's you who will be his partner. If he's not ready, and he might well not be this first session, just be patient! Thanks for the warning, though. You're right, I am having periods, and I might well be in the fertile part of my cycle right now. I have to be very careful not to get any of Randy's semen near my own vagina. Hopefully though, it'll be quite the opposite for you!" After another minute, there was a knock on the door. Stacey recognized Randy's distinctive knock, and she called him into the room after releasing Lin from her embrace. Randy entered and locked the door, and then looked like he was having trouble swallowing as his eyes went from naked Lin to naked Stacey. "Sorry if I'm late, just lost track of time, thinking in the shower." "Oh, there's no time schedule on this, Randy" said Lin. "Relax! Do you want to chat for a bit, before we get started?" "I'm feeling a bit nervous, but I'm ready. Perhaps we can stop and talk later, if I feel the need to stop..." "Sure, Randy, that'll be fine." Lin gathered up the pillows on Stacey's bed, and also the two from her own bed, and placed them on the floor in a triangle pattern. "Randy, I want you to completely undress, and then get down on all fours on the floor, your knees, one on each pillow here, your hips in the air, and your head and elbows here. Rest both your forearms along the two pillows in front, and also rest you head in the center of the pillows. Try to relax, just get comfortable." Lin went to her dresser and pulled out a tube of KY jelly and a latex glove. Randy gulped when he saw what she had, and then gulped again when Lin sat down directly behind him. "No, Randy. You've brought the two knee pillows together. Get back to the triangle pattern. That's right... A little more... Oh, don't by shy, my dear friend! More. That's good. Now, just rest and relax. Close your eyes if you want." Randy's penis was hanging erect between his legs. The sight brought back a sharp memory to Lin, of having Jeff in this position for the first time. "Oh, Randy," Lin thought, "I bet I could have your semen on the floor in seconds if I wanted to. You are so sweet to be erect for me, desiring me, but Randy, you and I are heading in a very different direction!" So thinking, Lin lubricated both her hands and gently took a testicle in each hand, slowly running her fingers around them, gradually penetrating the scrotal sac as her fingers moved deeply up, all the while monitoring Randy closely for any discomfort. Randy shuddered several times, but it was not from pain, and Lin recognized this. Stacey sat by Lin's side, totally still and mesmerized by what Lin was doing. With several fingers, Lin finally reached her goal, the roof the scrotal sac. "My fingers are now at the very bottom of you abdominal wall, Randy. It forms the top roof of your scrotum. Now, bear down and cough!" Lin applied diagnostic pressure with her hands, pushing her fingers firmly against the scrotum's muscular roof. Randy gasped in surprise and pulled away, turned around and sat down facing Lin. "Lin, what in the world are you doing?" "Randy, first of all, did I hurt you?" Randy considered. "No, it didn't hurt at all. I guess it felt... sexy? No... I don't know what it felt like... I'm being very inconsiderate to complain, aren't I?" "No. I'm glad I wasn't hurting you. Relax, Randy. It's impossible for you to be inconsiderate in this. Please believe me, you should be and are in total control. You can stop whenever you want. You can stop for a pause, stop to end for today, or stop to end for forever. I've given you my commitment to help as long as you desire help from me. My schedule for today is very light, to write my weekly letter to my parents, to do my laundry, and to study for some exams next week. I already know the material well. I'll be as accommodating as I can, you have my word, and I'm very flexible for today. What is you desire?" "Lin, you're an angel. I'll get back on the pillows in a moment. Can you tell me what you'll be doing?" "For the first part, in my role as doctor, yes. I'm going to give you as complete a pelvic and reproductive exam as I can, and with my training, I can do quite a bit. I'm quite a bit beyond where a normal third-year nursing student would be. I've been very focused in my studies, moving ahead of the core curriculum and branching out into different electives. I've also internalized the nursing ethics. In my second role, my role as lover, I'll be doing some wild things, perhaps some things only a fully healthy male body should engage with. I will not harm you; my character forbids it in every dimension. I need to examine you as a doctor, before knowing how to engage with you as a lover. If I find a problem, we can still do sex ed together, but perhaps at a slower, gentler pace." Randy got back into position on the pillows, offering Lin full access to his scrotum. "Can you talk to me while you're doing this, let me know how things are going?" "Up to a point," said Lin, beginning to penetrate the sac again with her fingers, and probing more deeply as she continued to talk. "If I were only your doctor, the answer would be a full yes. But I'll also be your lover, Randy. Learn to trust me. Trust my intentions, even though you don't know what my intentions are. Reach out beyond your understanding and trust me. I'll need that trust when I become your lover. There, my fingers are back in diagnostic position. Bear down and cough for me. Good!" Lin continued so shift her fingers inside the scrotum. "Cough again. Good! And again. And again..." After a while, Randy became very relaxed with Lin's presence inside his scrotum. He would gaze into Stacey's eyes, smile and sigh, as Lin spent her time in a very thorough exam of the testes, the inner sacs around them, and especially the tubular connections. Lin's probing was so extensive that in a pure clinic setting, it might have been a bit unsettling, but she was so clever to mix in soft caresses that the entire scrotal exam wound up feeling very sexy, just in a very unusual way. Lin finished with the scrotal exam, smiling at a deeply relaxed Randy with his flaccid penis hanging loosely between his legs. "Excellent," thought Lin, "I have his penis in just the condition I want it to be in for now." Lin cleaned the lubrication off her right hand, then snapped on the latex glove and lubricated the gloved middle finger. "I know you saw me get this out, Randy. Now be a good boy and open up for me..." Randy went from deeply relaxed to more than a bit tense. "There, there, Randy," said Lin, as she caressed his tight anus with her lubricated finger, "Just relax and let me penetrate..." "I've never had this done before." "Never!?" "No... It does feel really nice, what you're doing. Can you just push in and force the penetration?" "I'd rather not. It would be too much like raping you. I was almost raped once, and it scared me greatly. I'd much rather have your body accept me to enter it..." Lin continued to stroke his anus; confident the gentle stimulation would soon dilate the sphincter muscles. As she waited and caressed, she thought of the trust she soon would need as Randy's lover, and decided to make an offer of trust from her side... "Randy, I'll tell you what, you open up for me, here..." pressing on the anus, "and I'll open up for you." "What do you mean?" "I offer you my heart. I'll answer any question about me that you want." "Really? Anything?" "Anything." Randy considered for a moment. "Earlier you mentioned almost being raped. What was that all about?" "All right... It was in the early spring of 2001, three years ago, in my senior year in high school. I was 18 at the time. I was out on ski patrol in Colorado, in the national park. The area was off limits to snowmobiles. They tear up the environment and disrupt the wildlife greatly. Three guys on two huge snowmobiles were making a big mess. I skied down to tell them they had to leave. I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they didn't know that where they were was illegal for snowmobiles. I just wanted to warn them. But when I started talking to them, I realized they were drunk, and they realized I was female. They tried to run me down with their snowmobiles. It was clear from their calls to me that a three-man rape would occur if they caught me. Their taunts were so cruel. Mean and nasty, as nasty as nasty gets. Like how after they all enjoyed me in the first round, they would all enjoy me again in the second round, by taking me up my ass." Lin thought silently, "There you go, my sweet Randy, I knew you'd be kind and let me enter you if I were gentle." Lin started to insert her gloved finger past Randy's fully dilated anus and into his rectum. "I did some of the best skiing in my life! Fortunately, I knew the details of the terrain a lot better than they did. I just barely eluded them." "My God, Lin!" said Stacey, "Were they caught?" "It would have been my word against theirs. I was angry, though. That night I skied out there on my own, not on official patrol, and strung bicycle chains between the trees, less than an inch under the snowline. Sure enough, the next day the idiots came back. The chains destroyed the transmission assemblies of two very expensive expedition snowmobiles, over $20,000 worth of damage. Plus they were stranded in the park, caught red-handed in the off-limits area. The fines for that are pretty stiff." "Wow, Lin. Awesome!" said Randy. "Were you a hero to the patrol?" "Hell, no! What I did was very illegal. The patrol captain visited me at my school a few days later. He asked me if I could guess how those chains might have gotten there. I could have lied; there was no evidence of my guilt. But I didn't want to be a liar, not to the patrol. I told him everything, including the attempted rape and the taunts. Legally, he should have reported my crime. I gave him a detailed description of just where I finally managed to get off Serpent's Ridge and elude the men. I told him my ski tracks were sure to still be there, and he could see how closely the snowmobiles had been on my tail. He told me he wasn't going to waste his time looking for the tracks. Then he gave me a kind smile, got up and left. I wondered if I would soon see the police, but I never heard another word about it. I finally realized what he meant, that he trusted me so completely and was so certain that the tracks were actually there, that making the trip out there so see them would be a waste of time. Ah, here I am, my sweet Randy, I've found your prostate... You were so sweet to dilate for me... It feels to be in fine shape, a small, hard, tight ball, just the way it should be for a healthy male in his young 20's." "Wow, Lin. You were so soft and gentle, I'd didn't even notice you were inside me until now. This feels really sexy! Is... is this what it feels like, to be a female?" "Ha! No, silly. Having a penis inside a vagina feels much better than this! Perhaps you can think of this as a distant echo of a female having sex... If I started pushing down on your prostate, I could pump a component of your semen right out your penis, a very alkaline part of it... The rectum is like a grand central station for diagnostics; all sorts of interesting things are accessible from here. In this direction is your bladder; I can tell you drained it, good. Down the pipe is your colon, of course. It's a bit slippery in here, I think you moved your bowels for me, good again." As Lin talked, the fingers of her other hand were again penetrating to the roof of the scrotal sac. "In this direction are the Cowper's glands, they add mucus to your semen, making it slippery and helping you to ejaculate it, hopefully into a willing female today! Ah, here's my real target for the rectal exam, the vas deferens. These tubes form the core of the ejaculatory duct. They link the penile urethra with the epididymis, the tubulars inside your scrotum connecting to the testes. Be patient with me, Randy, we're almost done with exams, and you're passing everything with flying colors. This might be a bit unpleasant, though, I need to push from both directions, rectal and scrotal, to do the vas deferens tactile exam. Cough for me now, Randy... Good... And again..." ------- Chapter 3 "Wait! Before we get started as lovers, is your heart still open to me?" "Yes, Randy, it is. I'll tell you anything you want to know." "Well... Stacey is the first girl I ever physically loved, and you're about to be my second. What's it like from your side? You mentioned once having a lover with this same problem, am I your second lover? You're such a sweet person, how come you broke up with your earlier boyfriend?" "Randolph!" hissed Stacey, "How dare you ask such an intimate question!" "No, it's okay, Stacey" said Lin. "Randy, I want to express complete trust to you. You have my heart. Please be gentle with it... You are the third person in my life I'm accepting as a lover. My first lover was two years my senior, when I was a sophomore in high school. I had a schoolgirl crush on a handsome senior. We did get intimate with each other for a brief time, petting each other's bodies, no intercourse. And then he graduated. We wrote each other for a while, drifting apart but remaining friends. And then there's Jeff, the passion of my life in my senior high school year. And to understand why we broke up, I have to back up and explain my family to you..." "Both my parents are flower children of the late 1960's. My mom met my dad as a freshman at their community college in San Francisco in 1968, when she was 18. My parents spent much more time in concerts and sit-ins with their friends than studying, but financially, it didn't matter. My dad's mom was very, very rich, and she would dote on him and keep him financially secure. My parents finally married about ten years after they met, and I was born in January 1983. My mom would often smile and call me her "accidental child". Sometimes, people say this to be cute, but in my case, it was completely true. My parents had no desire for children. They didn't hate me; they were just very distant, and unable to be caring parents. I think my grandmother realized this would happen, and when I was born, she persuaded my dad to head a company she was forming where she lived, in Dallas, Texas." "I spent the first twelve years of my life in Texas, with my grandmother as my only true parent. She was a wonderful, generous, and kind person. Her only fault, if any, was being too easy on my father, continuing to pump money into his company year after year for product development, while the company never actually sold anything! My dad had hired a bunch of his flower children friends to be the executives and researchers of the company. When I was 12, my grandmother had a stroke, and couldn't interact much with anyone. My parents moved the company to San Francisco, and I spent the last two years of my life before high school there. My parents' company was still very well funded with trusts from my grandmother, and my parents began to throw weekly parties for all the company employees. I don't want to dehumanize them, but they all seemed to be first class bullshit artists." "Just before she had her stroke, my grandmother gave me a great present. She knew her health was failing, and told me she would fund a boarding high school for me. It was an act of caring love; she knew I would mature better away from my crazy parents. I picked one in Colorado, one I had heard about during a ski trip there. My grandmother talked to the school and pre-paid for four full years, including summer boarding, riding lessons, climbing lessons, skiing lessons, everything, two years before I would even get there. She even sent money for all my ski and tackle equipment, camping gear, even money for an account for all the clothes that I would need. She was that thoughtful. She had her stroke less than a month later." "I blossomed in Colorado. It's so beautiful out there, Randy. I dove into my studies and the athletics: hiking, trail riding, technical climbing and skiing. I went from child to adult there, making only Christmas trips to San Francisco. My parents really didn't want to see me more often, or to pay for the plane fares. My dear grandmother died in the summer of 1999, when I was 16 and about to become a junior. The trusts that were funding my parents' company transferred to them, over $10M. She never told me, but she also funded a trust for me, with over $1M in it." "The last time I actually saw my parents was in February of 2000. The trusts had just passed through probate and they were giddy happy with all the money they had, so happy they sprang for a non-Christmas plane fare for me. They also handed me copies of the papers describing my trust. My grandmother didn't trust my parents on decisions on how to spend it, so the money could only be withdrawn for payments directly to certified colleges for tuition, room, and board, until I turned 21, when it would be mine to use however I wanted." "Unfortunately, my grandmother didn't realize how crazy my parents are with money, and she left them as the trustees of my trust, with sole power for investment and disbursement decisions. With their own $10M, plus max mortgaging their house and all the business assets, they bought over $20M worth of high tech stock on margin in February 2000, buying companies they called "safe doubles", companies that would safely double in stock value in a year. As sole trustees, they did the same for my trust. The only difference was my trust would not allow buying on margin. The safe double my parents picked for me was Global Crossing. They sold all the US treasuries, municipal bonds, money market, stock-index and real-estate funds in the trust, and dumped 100% of it into over 20,000 shares of Global Crossing, paying more than $50 a share. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, though I pleaded with them for days to change their minds." "In the spring of 2000 I started dating Jeff, a fellow junior. I had bragged to a few people that I had a $1M trust, and word got around a bit. Jeff was very charming, very athletic, very affectionate, and, once we solved our problem with sexual function, a fantastic lover. We went on long hikes together in the summer of 2000, trail rides in the fall, and ski outings in the winter, spending much time sharing our dreams and planning for our future together. I felt we were very, very close to each other emotionally." "From April 2000 to September 2000, Global Crossing was bouncing around $30/share, my trust was over $600,000, and I still thought my financial future was fairly secure. My parents, though, were frantic. Their margin calls were killing them, and even the flower power executives started leaving their company, when my parents started cutting salaries. They were still optimistic, though, insanely so, and I couldn't get them to change. I was so happy that they couldn't buy on margin in my trust." "In early November of 2000, I finalized my career choice for nursing, confident that I could get into Deaconess in Boston. Global crossing was still over $20/share, and $400k was still more than enough to fund my training to my R.N. and Masters degrees. My parents were panicking over their own finances, but they were so incoherent on the phone about it, it was difficult to see what their true situation was. They said sending me my Christmas plane tickets would be difficult, but that since I had just seen them with my extra trip in February anyway, not going home this Christmas would even up the visiting schedule." "In April of 2001, I got accepted to Deaconess, and I asked my parents to pay my tuition from my trust for the upcoming fall. They said they would, but the school never got the check. The reason finally became clear to me on Memorial Day weekend. My parents had already told me they wouldn't be coming to my high school graduation. I wasn't surprised; they had never come to my school, even when they would ski in Aspen. Global Crossing had closed the previous Friday at $14.22. My trust still had almost $300k in it. It was then I finally realized I was in serious trouble. My parents started saying that I really didn't want to sell any of the stock when it was so low; I should just wait a few weeks, a few months at most. I pleaded my heart out to them, but since I was still under 21, it was their sole decision whether to disburse any of the trust's assets." "I had a few savings bonds from my grandmother in my own name, plus over $2,000 still left in my clothing account. I took a full time job and two, no, three part-time jobs in Colorado during the summer, pleading with my parents on the phone and in letters to pay my tuition, and counting on Jeff to be my rock during this insanity. In mid August, Global Crossing broke below $5/share, and I was going crazy! My parents were totally nuts, saying that they would never sell Global Crossing at $5/share, and I should take a year off from schooling and wait for it to recover. They also insisted I send them all the money I had personally, about $18k, so they could re-start their company. They had been wiped out by their margin calls. Dead, flat broke." "I took all the money I had, and paid my tuition and room charge for one semester but didn't have enough for the meal plan. I sold all my ski and tackle equipment, first class stuff. I arrived at Logan airport over Labor Day weekend with over 20,000 shares of Global Crossing at $4.23 in a trust I couldn't touch, with a good backpack, two suitcases, and $17 in my pocket. I felt broke." "Deaconess was very kind. They helped me get an emergency loan so I could buy my books, and stop hiking Beacon Street downtown to eat at charity kitchens. On October 5, Global Crossing closed at $0.83. It still would have been enough for my next semester's tuition, but I had given up all hope on it. My parents would scream at me on the phone that I had ruined their lives, by not giving them the seed money they needed to restart their company. Global Crossing traded over $1/share for most of that fall, one last tantalizing opportunity for $20,000, a pretty brass ring forever beyond my reach. The stock finally stopped trading in January of 2002. I was glad the insanity was over. My trust had been wiped out to zero." "And as for Jeff, he had been very attentive and supportive, helping me plan how to deal with my parents the previous spring and summer in Colorado. At the end of August, when things were so dreadfully, dreadfully stressful, from my four jobs and my insane parents, I explained to Jeff how I was about to be penniless, and..." Lin was silent for a long moment, Stacey and Randy waiting patiently for her to continue. Lin's body appeared to be shaken by an enormous hic-up, her face a grimace, and then tears flowed from her eyes and she began to sob. "Oh, the colors, Randy! The colors! After three years, the colors of the romance are still so vivid!" "I remember the colors of a beautiful plaid wool skirt I had, with a large silver pin. I used to think of it as the skirt that helped me to capture Jeff. I used to wear it often when we first met, and enjoy turning sharply, and watch his eyes try to catch a glimpse of my bare legs under the spinning skirt... I remember the joy of lying naked under him and being petted, with my room lit only by the small orange night light, just after I had given him my virginity..." Lin's heart was in anguish, the upwelling of emotion beyond control. "I remember range riding through the fall colors of the high meadows, riding a beautiful chestnut mare named Steamboat, and Jeff on black Ajax... I remember skiing with him into the deep back country, bright red parkas and pure green pines, the mountain air so clean, under God's great blue and purple sky! The soft brown stuffed animal he gave me for my birthday... All the beautiful colors, Randy..." Lin tried to stop herself from crying. "Punch through and end this, Lin," she thought to herself. "All these colors were washed out years ago to a harsh white, in the cold, bright light of the betrayal." Lin finally spoke, "When Jeff finally realized I was penniless, he decided that he didn't want me." Stacey put her arms around the sobbing Lin, glaring at Randy for dragging these memories out of her. Randy was at a complete loss for words, desperate but unable to apologize. Lin tried to compose herself, almost settling down. "No, Stacey, no. Don't glare at Randy. My life is who I am. I'm glad I've told you both. You are my closest friend, Stacey. And I'm about to take you as my lover, Randy. I want to give my heart and my trust to both of you." Lin took a few deep breaths, calming herself, and then continued her story. "I thought my summer was stressful, but my first year here was unbelievable. I just wanted to dive into my studies, but I felt I was standing with one foot over a financial cliff. I kept having a nightmare about skiing off a mountain, falling thousands of feet to my death. I donated my wool skirt and pin to the Salvation Army. I had lots of part-time jobs, sales and cleaning and waitress jobs, every one of them competing for my study time. That was my first year here. The death nightmares were a horror. And I had no Stacey to comfort me." Stacey kissed Lin and petted her head. "I never realized," said Randy softly. "I knew you two were good friends, but I never realized how incredibly close and supportive you are of each other..." "I survived," said Lin. "In mid-fall of 2001, I added a $21 expense to my annual budget, the cost of writing weekly, stamps and envelopes, to my parents. I was e-mailing before, but I felt that seeing my handwriting might help them to see me more as a real person. They sometimes write back. I got a Christmas card from them just last January. They're living in an apartment in San Francisco; my mom is working at Starbucks. I'm not sure what my dad is doing. My mom has opened up to me a bit, this last year. My dad still blames me for not restarting his company. But they're my parents, they gave me life. I still love them both, in a quiet way..." "And my future is bright! I'm now working in my profession. I love my clinical research job! And my top grades have really helped with scholarships. With very conservative estimates, I'll have both my Registered Nurse and Master of Nursing degrees in two years with less that $40k of student debt. And I'll have more than $10k of cash in hand, even after budgeting for a trip to SF, if my parents ever say they want to see me. I'll hit the market with manageable debt and with very saleable degrees in a field that I love. My ski nightmare has disappeared..." "And as for Jeff, it was life's hard lesson. I did not see the flaw in his character, and the hurt is still there, but I was fortunate to take the fall when I did, when I was 18. I would have accepted him in marriage, and imagine me pledging lifetime commitment, of accepting Jeff for pro-creation, and then realizing in horror that my husband had taken me for my money, as a trophy wife." "Come, Randy," said Lin, taking hold of Randy's hand, "let us begin." ------- Chapter 4 Lin stood quietly, holding Randy's hand. "I know what I want to teach, but I'm a bit uncertain how to get started. Jeff and I already had lover's rapport with each other, before we approached this issue... Randy, will you lie with me for a while, let me pet you, to build the rapport that we'll need?" Lin and Randy lay down together on Lin's bed. Stacey tried to be a quiet as she could on her side of the room, trying to give them a feeling of privacy. Randy lay still on his back, waiting for Lin to take the lead. Lin petted Randy's head gently for a while, then sniffed his ears and kissed them, then did the same with his eyelids. Her nose descended to his throat, which she also kissed and licked after a moment. Randy's arm came up and he began to gently caress Lin's body as her mouth descended to his nipple, which she softly licked and suckled. Randy's hand began to caress Lin's breast. Lin gasped a bit at the pleasure of it. With Randy's hand still on her breast, Lin moved to whisper in his ear, "Randy, I guess it's natural for you to want to return the caresses. Let both of us also remember how much Stacey loves you. Try to imagine Stacey as you caress me." Randy nodded, glanced at Lin's breast in his hand, and then looked at her with questioning eyes. Lin rose up, positioned her breast above his head, and then lowered her nipple toward his lips. Randy gently kissed it, gave small licks around the nipple to taste it, and finally gave a brief suckle, letting go just as the nipple began to expand in his mouth. He turned his head to Lin's other breast, and Lin accepted him there to repeat the brief, affectionate suckle. Lin and Randy gently explored each other's bodies, arms, legs, ribs, backs, building an intimate rapport. They politely avoided each other's genitals. Lin felt at ease, glancing at Stacey occasionally, and getting only warm smiles in return. "Thank you, Stacey," Lin thought, "I couldn't do this without your support." She felt it was almost time to begin. Perhaps a brief chat first for an easy transition... "Randy, you have a very fit body. Do you jog a lot?" "Yeah. The bridge circuits along the Charles River are nice to run. But Lin, my fitness is nothing compared to yours. You have such a soft, sexy, feminine shape, but just underneath your skin, you feel unbelievable. No joking, I think you could fireman-carry me down the stairs and right out of this building, if you wanted to." "Ha! You're probably right," laughed Lin. "This body was honed by the Rockies. Remember when I told you I went skiing with bicycle chains in my backpack? They were hardened steel chains, thick enough to throw the engine rods of the snowmobiles. Those chains probably weighed about as much as you do. Not as bulky though!" "Backpacking is a great general exercise, riding and skiing too, which also develop balance and coordination. And nothing will define your upper body strength like technical climbing. For the last three years, exercise has been my one recreation, and it's one I really indulge in. The school's student gym is my great stress reliever. It really helped get me through my first year here, when things were so difficult... Come, Randy, it's time for our lesson to begin. I need you back on the pillows, on all fours, same position as before." As Randy positioned himself on the floor pillows with Lin sitting behind him, Lin was quite touched by how relaxed Randy was about exposing his scrotum to her and being so vulnerable. "Oh, Randy, you have become such a lamb for me, a sweet, trusting lamb," Lin thought silently. "I promise when it's time for the slaughter, the knife will be brief..." Lin began by caressing Randy's buttocks and the backs of his thighs, mixing in soft caresses of his scrotal sac. Lin could hear Randy's deep breathing as he became deeply relaxed with the pleasure of the gentle caresses. Lin separated Randy's buttocks, licked his anus playfully for a short while, and then dropped her tongue to the spot between the anus and scrotum, probing the area with her tongue, sensing the deep interior back base of Randy's penis. Randy shuddered from the pleasure, and Lin noticed his penis lengthening, becoming almost fully erect. "Soon, my sweet lamb" she thought, "Hopefully, you will soon couple with Stacey. But first, the lesson!" Lin's tongue and nose dropped a bit lower, and she began to nuzzle the scrotal sac, softly caressing the testes with both hands, running her nose along each testicle, and occasionally giving the scrotum short, playful licks. Stacey came and sat entranced a short distance away, her attention totally absorbed by what Lin was doing. Lin's licking gradually became more pronounced, with long, slow strokes of her tongue along the entire length of the testes, and continuing to lick up and along the tubular connections above them. As Lin's tongue probed deeply into his scrotal sac, Randy felt he was reaching a state of mind he never knew existed, a profound mixture of pleasure and relaxation that almost made him dizzy. The oral coupling of Lin to Randy's testes became more pronounced as time progressed. Lin would hold each testicle halfway into her mouth with her lips, caress the part inside her mouth with her tongue, and then gently suckle the testicle into her mouth with her lips while pushing the testicle out of her mouth with her tongue. At first, she let her tongue win these gentle battles, gently popping the testicle from her mouth. But as time progressed, she let her lips become more insistent, eventually winning their battle with her tongue, and drawing the testicle into her mouth. And once a testicle was within her mouth, tongue and lips would begin to cooperate, and suckle and caress it. Lin slowly built up the intensity of her suckling, and the depth within her mouth that the testicle would reach. She had been concentrating on the left testicle for several minutes, and had it in the far back of her mouth, almost at her throat. Her lips were high up into the scrotal sac, with a suction grip on the muscular roof, while her tongue stretched and caressed the tubular epididymis. Randy's body was in a constant shudder, the pleasure was overwhelming. Lin, sensing her work on the left testicle was complete, broke her suction lock on the scrotal roof, and gently pulled her head away, allowing the low hanging testicle to emerge from her mouth. "Take a look, Randy," she said softly. "What?" said Randy in bewilderment, as he glanced between his legs. Stacey let out a short giggle. Randy's left testicle was a full two inches lower in the scrotal sac than the right, making the sac look very lopsided, and a bit comical. "Is it broken?" Lin gave a soft gasp as she began to understand Randy was asking her a serious question. She was struck by how deeply relaxed Randy was, and how profoundly he was trusting her, that he could ask such a question so calmly. "No, no, everything is fine, Randy. Your tubular epididymis, the left testis connection, is in a deeply relaxed and stretched out state. I just wanted you to see what your body is capable of. I'm going to start now on the right testis. Just rest your head and relax." And so saying, Lin's lips began to fondle and kiss the right side of the scrotal sac. Several minutes later, the right testis emerged from the depths of Lin's throat, Randy's mind in a deep trance. "Forgive me for the pain I'm about to cause you, Randy", Lin thought, "I do this in love." Lin lubricated both her hands with the KY jelly. "Randy, this may sound unexpected, but I want you to try to ejaculate as quickly as you can. I'll be stimulating your penis." Randy's penis was erect, his mind still in a trance. With both hands coming up from beneath Randy's spread legs, Lin began to shock Randy from his trance. She grabbed the base of his penis in her left hand and with a firm grip, rapidly pumped up and down, trying to simulate the grip that a tight vagina would give to a vigorously thrusting penis. She rapidly swirled her other lubricated hand around the sensitive head of his penis, trying to cause a sensory overload. "You gonna cum for me, Randy?" asked Lin. "Pretend these aren't hands; pretend you're high up inside my vagina. Pretend you live on a world where sperm banks are run like guys dream sperm banks should be run. I'm a female underneath you, Randy, naked and willing! I feel you up inside my vagina, and I'm eager for you to cum! I'm eager for it, Randy! Impregnate me, impregnate me..." Randy's mind felt as if it were blowing a fuse. He desperately wanted to cum, his penis was screaming at him to cum, but there was something about his scrotum that just wasn't cooperating. He felt totally unsure of exactly how he was doing this, but he began to bear down and force his testicles to cooperate and ejaculate... "I love feeling you high up inside me, Randy! You gonna cum for me, boy?" "Oh, yeah..." "I want you to give it to me, Randy, right up my vagina! I'm eager for you, Randy! Feel how moist I am for you? I love how you're thrusting into me! Give it to me, Randy, give it to me deep! Impregnate me, Randy..." Lin noticed the testes beginning to rise up in the scrotal sac. "He's close!" she thought, "I must time this carefully..." Lin positioned her body into a deep squat, balancing her weight far forward on the balls of her feet. She thought rapidly, preprogramming her moves, so that her body would respond correctly and rapidly to any of the several possibilities she thought might soon occur. Stacey let out a soft gasp, amazed at what Lin was doing, struck by how Lin's naked body reminded her of some incredible cat, one set to spring with inhuman balance and coordination. "I want it, Randy! I want it high up in my tight vagina! You gonna cum for me, Randy? You gonna give it to me, high and tight?" "Yeah" "You gonna cum for me, big boy?" Lin manipulated her flying fingers on the head of his penis, skillfully squeezing the head to pop open the urethra slit, and sliding the lubrication across the exposed super sensitive tissue. The over-stimulation was becoming unbearable for Randy... "I want it, Randy, I want it in my vagina now! Feel how eager my vagina is for you? You gonna impregnate me, Randy?" "Yeah..." "You gonna give it to me, high and tight, just the way I like it?" "Oh, yeah..." Totally focused on monitoring Randy's scrotum, Lin decided Randy was seconds away from having his testes finally engaging with his body's screaming demand for orgasm... "Deeper, Randy, thrust into me! Feel how moist and slick I am for you? You gonna give it to me, Randy? High and tight, right up my slick vagina, just the way I like it?" "Oh, Yeah!" "Wrong" whispered Lin quietly, as she dropped one hand to make a strong circular finger lock around the base of Randy's penis, holding his hip position fixed and precisely locking the position of his exposed scrotum. She positioned her other hand below his scrotum, and flashed her hand into rigid extension. She then quickly wrist snapped her rigid knife hand, speed slapping the flat fingers at the vulnerable scrotal sac. "Whap! Whap, Whap!" Randy exhaled an explosive gasp, so fierce it fully deflated both his lungs. He otherwise didn't move, remaining on the pillows with his throbbing testicles still exposed to Lin. Stacey looked on in complete shock and horror. Lin was also stunned into astonishment, but for a completely different reason. "Oh, wondrous lamb, I stab you with the knife, and still you love me!?" she thought, as she came back down off the balls of her feet. Lin spoke aloud, "Think, Randy, think! Think and lock it together! The scrotal pain, the over-stimulation of your penis, trying to force your testes to ejaculate. Lock it all together! The pain will be gone very shortly. Lock it before it's gone!" Through his dizziness and pain, Randy was trying to follow Lin's directions. With a great effort, he managed to begin breathing again, and he gasped out a weak "I'll try" to Lin. Randy began to remember all the intense sensations he had just experienced, and tried to imagine them as the different faces of the same cube. Fortunately, the pain was dissipating rapidly, much more quickly than Randy would have thought possible. "This is so remarkable," Randy thought dimly, "Lin understands my body much better than I do..." Stacey was desperately trying to find her voice, and finally managed a hoarse whisper, "Lin! Randy might be severely ruptured..." "Stacey," Lin whispered back, "There is no damage. Trust me. Are you moist?" "What!?" "I've tried to keep by body from responding to all this, and have not succeeded. My own vaginal tract is extremely lubricated. How is yours?" Stacey changed mental gears, and considered her own body. "I'm not dripping on the floor, but I don't know why not. I feel like I'm a swamp just inside my labia..." "Excellent! Get on all fours, just ahead of Randy, and make yourself receptive. Randy's body is nowhere near able to orgasm right now, and his penis is quite erect! This is a golden time to practice thrusting control..." Stacey eagerly jumped down in front of Randy, splaying her legs out to open her wet labia, rocking her hips back and forth in pretend thrusting and looking as eager as she felt. Randy smelled her sweet desire for him. Randy glanced down and noticed Lin still had a very firm circular finger lock on the base of his penis. It was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable, his erection just slightly painfully hard, but he trusted Lin so completely he wasn't going to complain. "What's next, Lin?" he asked simply. "I want you to mount Stacey in just a moment. I'm slowing down the flow of arterial blood into your erectile tissue, just a bit. Your penis is still a healthy bright pink color. This will deaden the sensation a little, when you penetrate Stacey, a little extra aid to maintain control. You should be feeling very hard, perhaps a slight sensation of tingling on the penis head, no real pain..." "That's exactly right. My scrotum feels fine now, I don't know why..." "My dear friend, I'll explain later. Do you want to mount Stacey now?" "Oh, yes! More than anything!" Lin released Randy's penis, and he quickly mounted Stacey's back, running his penis along her labia. It felt wonderfully free to feel Stacey's eagerness beneath him, without an urgent need to orgasm. Randy gently began to penetrate Stacey, and within a short time was fully seated, making a full and fairly slow thrusting stroke that seemed so absolutely sweet and beautiful... "Oh, my star pupil, you are superb!" thought Lin. "Randy," she said, "If you feel the need to slow down, just think of the scrotal pain that comes with losing control. Other than that, you're doing fantastic..." Lin moved to be by Stacey's side, confident Randy needed no further advice. She was so happy for them both, as the minutes flowed with active thrusting from both of them, and Lin could tell from Stacey's flushed body and gasping breaths that Stacey was approaching her own orgasm. "Stacey," she whispered, "can I play with you? Help time you for Randy?" Stacey nodded a quick yes. Lin pressed her hand against Stacey's pubic, feeling the exposed flaring of her wet labia, the deeply aroused retraction of the hooded folds around her clitoris, and beneath her abdominal wall feeling how low the cervix of Stacey's uterus had dropped into her vaginal tract. "She's so close," thought Lin, "just a little push at the right time..." Lin gazed at Randy, who was lost in his pleasure and in his love for his darling and delightful mate beneath him. She watched him quietly until she could tell he was finally about to release. Lin let her fingers press gently against the rocking movement of Stacey's exposed clitoris, and Stacey began to orgasm, arching her back and crying out in joy. Randy began his own orgasm a few seconds later, rising up on the balls of his feet to make slow thrusts deep down into Stacey's tight vagina, ejaculating his sperm against her far back wall, in rapture with feeling the spasms of Stacey's strong contractions around his thrusting penis. At the end of their coupling, Stacey and Randy turned to hug each other fiercely, lying on the floor embracing, both weeping softly and calling out each other's names. "They'll marry soon," thought Lin. "I'm sure of it. My two closest friends will marry soon. I'm so happy for them! I should try to slip out and give them some real privacy..." Lin began to back away... "Oh, no, Lin! Stay with us, if you can. Share in our joy!" cried Stacey. "Oh, yes, Lin, please stay!" said Randy. "I feel I have a thousand questions to ask you, and... I also want to offer you a profound debt of gratitude. Thank you, Lin, thank you with all of my heart!" "I'm so happy for you both!" said Lin. "Thank you for letting me share in your joy. I'll answer all your questions, Randy, and I have one of my own. First though, Stacey! We've just had a lesson on the male reproductive system. Would you be willing to help give Randy a short lesson on the female system?" Stacey agreed at once, and in a moment she was lying face up on her bed, with her legs spread far apart. "Stacey," said Lin, "feel where the bottom location of your uterine cervix is." Stacey did and giggled a bit when she did. After she withdrew her fingers, Randy inserted and also felt the low hanging cervix. "Wow," said Stacey, "I've never felt myself drop that far, no matter how I masturbated, even when I would orgasm. Do you feel how dilated my cervix is, Randy? Feel how thick it is, and how the slit for the center core is open? Oh, that tickles, Randy! I can feel your fingers exploring me! I can feel your finger trying to enter my cervix. Stop that, it tickles! My womb has opened its cervix for you, my love, to accept your sperm, not your finger! Stop that, it tickles! Ah!... Oh, my darling Randy, be very gentle... Oh!..." Stacey rocked her hips and lifted her legs in the air, aligning her cervix with the angle of Randy's penetrating finger. "... It's arterial blood, my love, there's erectile tissue surrounding your finger now. It's in the neck of my uterus, my womb, just like in your penis. Hopefully, though, there's no ripe egg in sight! We're both oh so not ready for that now!" Once Randy withdrew from Stacey's cervix and vagina, Lin gave him a brief course on how to do a tactile exam, and helped him to trace out the current location of Stacey's womb along her abdominal wall. "Feel how it's in the shape of an inverted pear?" Lin asked Randy. "Feel how low it's descended into the vaginal tract? Stacey's ovaries are right... here, and... here" guiding the hands of a fascinated Randy, as Stacey giggled at the tickling sensation of Randy gently pressing his fingers on her body and stimulating her ovaries. "The connecting tubes, the fallopians, are right here..." guiding Randy's fingers as he gently continued to trace Stacey's reproductive system. "Randy, your fingers are directly on the spots where your children will be conceived someday." Randy blushed a bit and nodded. "Lin," asked Randy, "Dare I ask? Am I cured? It felt wonderful to couple with Stacey; the urgency to pre-ejaculate was gone! Is it possible, after just one session? Dare I hope? Am I cured?" "Randy, you are my star pupil! You are very close to graduation, just a bit more instruction, and it's instruction for Stacey, not you. First, though, let me explain what's been happening..." "When Jeff and I were having this problem, I figured the first key to success was finding an effective way of even approaching the issue. My model to frame the problem was to think of both the mind and the body as a fantastically interconnected system, and to try to support both the mind's and body's desire to reduce the urgent need to ejaculate." "On the physical side, my model was to think of the male ejaculation as a symphony of music, with the maestro being the autonomic nervous system. Think of the physics of a male orgasm, the testes contracting and pumping sleeping sperm with their nutrient fluid, the tubular epididymis helping to pump the sperm out of the scrotal sac into the main ejaculatory duct, where other glands add mucus and the alkaline part of the semen, which jump starts the sperm into their "I have to find an egg NOW!" mode. My idea was this, if I could take out one of the instruments of the symphony, would the other instruments wait for it to catch up? It turns out they do, and the instrument that's available for take- out is the epididymis." "I can stretch the tubular connection to the testis by running my tongue along it as I down-suckle the testis into my throat. I suckle and caress the testis deep into my mouth, taking all the slack out of the epididymis. Then, I gently run the tip my tongue back and forth along the length of the tubular, from testis to scrotal roof, slowly stretching it. I called it stretched out and relaxed to you, Randy, but another word for it might be fatigued. The signal from the autonomic control system to the testes for ejaculation is weakened, the body is forced to wait for the tubulars to recover, to tighten and raise the testes up into their normal ejaculation position, high up and tight in the scrotal sac. The key is to caress the testis orally while fatiguing the epididymis. The pleasures of having a testis in a suckling caress and having the tip of a tongue sliding high up into the scrotum are overwhelming. It completely masks the discomfort of stretching the tubular." "From the mind, there's a desire to ejaculate, and a primal desire to protect, a primal fear of scrotal damage. I figured I could put that primal fear to good use, have it work for me. Once the mind creates a link between uncontrollable ejaculation and scrotal damage, it's a very powerful aid to slow down the autonomic control sequence. In practice, combined with the epididymis relaxation, it's a very effective one-two punch for solving the problem..." "Lin, like most guys, I've taken hits to my scrotum before, and the pain is enduring. How in the world did you keep it so brief?" "By not really doing much of anything! I grabbed the base of your penis to lock the exact position of your hips and scrotal sac. Then I whip-snapped the back flat of my hand just to the surface skin of the scrotum. It makes a very impressive whapping sound, and the sonic shock wave into your scrotum will cause brief physical dizziness, by vibrating the testes. But there's no blunt trauma, just the illusion of it. Your primal fear kicked in, Randy, giving you enormous pain because you mind expected enormous pain. Once the sonic wave is over, though, the mind gets no further distress signals from the testes, and the mind slowly decides that it made a mistake in judgment, and the pain disappears. You can see why I couldn't warn you beforehand, I needed the deception value. I'm so sorry for scaring you, Stacey, you I could have warned. I just didn't think. It must have looked and sounded as if I were rupturing Randy's testes, destroying them..." Lin gazed at her hand. "... and this hand could do it too. I had to be very careful. I do one handed pull-ups in the gym, Randy, from a dead hang. I was one of the best technical climbers in my school. Back in Colorado, I could do one-handed pull-ups with full climbing gear on. It's a huge advantage, in technical climbing. You have so many more options in solving climbing challenges, if you have this ability..." "And now, Randy, I have a question for you. When I sonic popped your scrotum, I was poised for a number of responses, you collapsing to the floor, you trying to stand up, you breaking away left or right. I was balanced to rise and hold you if you tried to stand, you wouldn't have had the balance to do it. I could not have you come to harm from my actions, my character forbids it. I would have protected your erect penis if you dived into the floor... But..." Lin looked in awe at Randy, and whispered, "You continued to trust me, remaining in position, exposed, vulnerable, in the pain of my betrayal, still offering me loving trust... How... ?" Randy smiled with love at Lin. "You've given me your heart, Lin. It's a beautiful diamond sphere in the center of my spirit. The pain hit that sphere and broke apart in the collision, leaving the sphere unscratched. I don't think it's possible for me ever not to trust you." Lin nodded slowly, unable to reply in words. "What's the next step, Lin?" asked Stacey, "Where do we go from here?" "I need to exit immediately from the sexual intimacy that the three of us have shared this morning. It feels so close and intimate for the three of us to be sitting here naked like this, sharing our friendship. But my body is pulling me towards sexual expression with Randy, and that would be grossly inappropriate. I need to exit, and let you two re-establish sexual fidelity. Stacey and Randy, my suggestion is this, spend the next week together as much as you can. I'll study evenings in the library to give you extra time together. Be gentle in your loving, don't have goals, just relax and learn the timings of your desires for each other." "Early this morning, Randy, you mentioned me clothed, and Stacey and you naked with me telling you both what to do. It sounded funny then, but I think it's a good idea now. For one final time, early next Friday night before I sleep down the hall, let me teach Stacey how to down-suckle a testis correctly. There are a few subtle details in caressing a testis while stretching the tubular, without over-stretching or twisting it. Stacey can then help you with any timing support that you might still need, Randy. With practice, your own control will come very quickly. But the testes suckling that I'll teach Stacey is so overwhelmingly pleasurable to a male, you'll probably want to do it occasionally anyway." "Stacey, care to give Randy one final lesson on the female reproductive system, showing him its normal, non-aroused state?" Stacey happily accepted Randy's finger in her vagina again. Randy felt it be clean and only slightly slippery, with a tight glove fit around his single finger. Smiling at her in love, he then felt how her cervix was a hard, tight, and closed muscle, high up in her vaginal tract. Afterwards, he lovingly traced the position of Stacey's uterus across her abdominal wall, imagining her pregnant womb someday carrying their child, and then playfully caressed her stomach when it began to grumble. "That feels so nice... Oh, my love... Oh, my darling... Oh my gosh, Randy, look at the time! It's almost noon! No wonder my stomach is grumbling. We never had breakfast! Lin! Randy and I had plans to eat lunch in Chinatown today. We should all get some clothes on and get some food! Lin, I insist you come too as my guest. Just for once, please don't decline. Just for once, get your nose out of your books and come downtown with us!" Epilog Randy, Stacey, and Lin were finishing off a very nice lunch in the Chinese restaurant. Stacey was raised in a family where the people shared their meal selections, and she and Lin were engaged in a playful game over one of the dishes... "Have some Moo Shu Beef, Lin..." "Oh, I couldn't, Stacey, I'm stuffed as it is." "Have some Moo Shu Beef, Lin..." "Oh, no thank you, Stacey, I don't want any." "Have some Moo Shu Beef, Lin..." "No, Stacey, I really don't want any." "Lin, I am the hostess of the banquet! I insist you try the Moo Shu Beef!" "Oh, all right," said Lin, trying to sound reluctant. She skillfully added some Moo Shu with her chopsticks to a pancake, added a dap of sauce, expertly rolled it, and ate a thoughtful bite. "Humph," she said, "It's not very good Moo Shu." "Well," said Stacey, trying to look hurt and offended, "You didn't have to eat it!" The two women and Randy burst into laughter. "Seriously," said Lin, "This is excellent. It brings back memories of being in Chinatown with my parents at their company parties, back in San Francisco. The food there was really great too, and it's fun to eat with chopsticks again. I'm going to have to spend extra time in the gym tonight, working some of this off... Thank you for a wonderful lunch, Stacey. I haven't eaten in a restaurant for a long time, not since last summer. And then, it was part of my waitress job, eating the extras after closing. First class food, and I was very glad to get it, but it's not the same as dining with friends..." Randy gazed thoughtfully at Lin for a long moment. "Oh, Lin," he thought, "What a beautiful friend you are! A bit on the chatty side, perhaps, but I love to hear you chat! I'm amazed you chat at all! Rejected by your parents, deceived by your lover, I might have become a social hermit if that had happened to me. You still reach out with love to your parents, to Stacey and me, to people around you... Your spirit is as beautiful as the mountains that have honed your mind and body, and just as tough! Perhaps, though, it could use a loving push now and then..." "Lin, could I ask you for a big favor?" "Sure, Randy. What's up?" "Stacey and I are joining a bunch of guys from my dorm hall next Saturday, and we're all going backpacking for the day on Plum Island. The terrain is nothing that would challenge you, but the salt marshes are very pretty, and the ocean air on the beach is sweet and clean. Only about half the guys have girlfriends to bring along, and I would be a big hit if I would bring along an extra female, especially one that's unattached! Will you come with us?" Lin had her last bit of Moo Shu in her mouth, happy that it gave her an excuse to think for a moment before answering. "Well, Lin, is it time? For the first year or two, there was no time, and the hurt from Jeff was too fresh! But are you ready now for the possibility of dating? Are you ready to be vulnerable again, Lin? The core question: Am I ready to trust a lover with my heart again? I might also be a bit rusty with my dating skills... Ha! Perhaps my budget should prepare itself for the expense of a new plaid skirt!" "Thanks, Randy! Thanks very much. I'd love to come!" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-04-28 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------