P04E04

There was a silence when both me and Emily contemplated her words in our own ways. It was me who broke it: “So we should talk more, right?”

Marcy nodded.

“And we should try to be honest to each other?”

“You shouldn’t try to be honest. You should simply be honest.”

In a dreamy, spiritual tone, Emily said: “Yes, we must talk. I must open my heart to you, and I understand that it is completely pointless to lie. So yes, I promise to be honest to you. “

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, Emily. So you are going to be honest with me, right? No matter what I want to know? ”

She just nodded. She probably expected me to ask about emotions, about love, about commitment, but I had something much more practical for her: “OK. Then answer me truthfully. When was the last time you masturbated? “

She froze like a pina colada on the North pole. Her cheeks managed to turn pale and red at the same time. Of course we had both known that the other had masturbated, each in their own bed before going to sleep, but we had never talked about it. It had always been a silent understanding that it was one of the subjects you just don’t talk about, no matter how bad you wanted to know about it. If it wasn’t the elephant in the room, it was certainly a rhino. And now I had just put it out there, in the middle of the table, right after her promise to answer honestly. Her breathing became rushed and a pearl of sweat glistened on her forehead.

After a few seconds of silence, Marcy encouraged her: “Come on, girl. He is your man, and he desires an answer. You should supply him with one. “

“But… I can’t! It’s just… I can’t! Ask something else, anything!”

Marcy said: “Oh yes you can, Emily. It is a very simple question, and the answer is perfectly factual: a time, a place, a situation. Nothing hard about it. “

“It is! I just can’t… tell him… when… how…it is so.. intimate!”

“Isn’t that why he is your man? To share your intimacies with? “

“Not like that!” Emily pouted and stared away.

Marcy smiled at her green ****: “It is only hard for the first time. But he really must know these things. There are so many things about your sexuality that he desperately needs to know. You better start sharing! “

The turmoil on Emily’s face suddenly broke open, and she spitted out: “Alright, alright then! I will tell you. It was yesterday morning. After waking up, in my own bed, before getting up and traveling here. “

She was lying. I knew it instantly, even though I had no idea how; but she was absolutely not telling the truth, I saw that as clear as day by just watching her. I had no idea what the truth was, but it wasn’t this one. I decided to ignore it for now, and pretend I didn’t notice anything.

“So tell me more about that.”

“Well, what is to tell? I woke up before the alarm, probably because I was excited to come here and meet you again. It was a beautiful morning and I was relaxed, and I had some extra time before I actually had to get up. “

“Go on.”

“Well… so my hand slipped down, and my legs spread a bit, and suddenly I found that I was rubbing myself. “

“Was it a long and slow rub? Or more like a frantic, feverish thing? “

She flinched a bit at going into even more detail, then swallowed as she remembered her promise: “It started very lazy and relaxed. Then the heat came over me, and I went faster and faster. “

“How many fingers?”

“Two, I think…. three towards the end. “

“And it was only clit rubbing? No insertion? “

She nodded. My feeling that she was lying had disappeared now; I was pretty sure that it had actually happened like that… but what was that initial feeling about, then?

“So how long did it take before you came? “

“I don’t know exactly… maybe five minutes. “

“And was it a good orgasm? Rated on a scale of one to ten, for example?”

“Yeah it was. At least a seven. It rolled across me slowly and gently, because I was still sleepy, but it kept running up and down my body for seconds. When it finally wore out, it left me panting and sweating. “

There was no way Emily could have made this up; her mind simply didn’t work like that. She had actually crossed her boundary pretty smoothly; with just a little bit of encouragement, she had just described her last masturbation session to me. She would never have done that before, but the environment and her power of will had allowed her to jump the fence and answer me honestly, like she had promised, despite her shame of actually doing that.

Still doubt nagged in my brain. What had she lied about? It had been there, as clear as glass… Then suddenly it dawned on me. A cold, sardonic pleasure came over me when I continued the interview: “But still you lied to me, didn’t you, Emily?”

“No! That’s the truth,that’s how it happened!”

“I’m sure of that. But I asked you about your last orgasm.”

The horror in her eyes told me that I had guessed right. She held her breath, and her glance fell to the floor, avoiding my eyes at all cost.

I continued mercilessly: “You had another one, later on, wasn’t it?”

She couldn’t speak, but managed a small nod.

“So when was that?”

It took her at least ten seconds to gather the strength to reply. When she did, her voice was dreamy, as if it was detached from herself: “When you had… taken… my cherry… in the corridor, you went into your own room. I lay on the floor, in the middle of the ruins of that stupid table. I had been dishonored and violated. I cried, and my wrist ached because it had been hurt in the fall. I was just miserable and sad and alone. But I managed to crawl to my room, and crept into the bed, under every piece of blanket I could find. The sobs rocked my whole body, and I wished I was dead. “

She paused to gather her memory of the next episode as accurately as possible, then continued: “But there was also… the heat. It emerged underneath, when the pain and disgust were still raging. I had been… taken, fucked, abused… by you… you had shot your load in me… and it was a lot, and I felt it dripping out again, between my legs… and I cried when I thought about how you had just left me lying there, cast away like an empty chocolate wrapper… and at the same time, the heat burst in my loins… like a fire… and it didn’t ask, it just demanded… it wanted closure, it wanted to be quenched, and it could happen only if I came right there and then…”

Now that the initial barrier was broken, the account rolled from her lips like a deluge. She was obviously still embarrassed and insecure about sharing her most intimate feelings, but she had somehow managed to overcome that and recount her inner turbulences. Just because that’s what I wanted, I thought. Even if she doesn’t know it herself, it is because she submits to me, because she wants to please me and comply to my wishes. I was deeply moved by it, it evoked warm feelings of love and tenderness in me and I would have hugged her if that wouldn’t have ruined the entire process.

I couldn’t show any of that to Emily, I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She couldn’t resist my compelling eyes, and said: “I didn’t even rub my pussy, I grabbed all of it in a full fist and squeezed. Hard. Then I held it in my quenched fist for a few seconds, released, and squeezed again. I came on the third squeeze. “

“And how did it rate?”

She blushed an even darker shade of red, and her voice was very quiet when she replied: “Nine.”

It was amazing! How could Howard have seen this? He had been SO right… after being **** and discarded, violated and dishonored, this poor little slut girl had just responded by arousal, and had drawn a rocking orgasm from her body. She would make me a perfect wife someday, I was pretty sure of that now.