He is, but can he teach?

The motion of Andrew's hand on Maria's chest stopped suddenly. She put a hand over his and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I thought you couldn't feel pleasure," he said. "How am I supposed to teach you something you can't learn?"

She reached up and cupped his cheek with her wet hand. "Oh, honey," she said lovingly. "You still don't understand. I'm a fully simulated person, with fully simulated desires and fully simulated responses. Of course I can't actually feel it or even want to feel it, but the simulation can and does. Everything I do and say is equally 'real', whether it's rescuing you from Dr. Chambers or asking you to help me jill off for the first time."

He nodded. "Besides," she said with a wink, "the most attractive woman you've ever met is asking for a personal lesson on masturbation. Don't overthink it."

"Alright," Andrew said. "Um, let's see. You want to start with your finger-"

"Oh, I know the basics," she said. "I want you to help me with the experience. Let's do it together."

Suddenly she pulled his hand from her breast and pushed it slowly downward through the water. When it made contact with her cleft, she bit her lip and moaned.

"That feels nice," she said. "It's like- mm, yeah. It's relaxing."

"W-what do you want me to do?" Andrew asked.

"Could you move your fingers up just a little- ah, there. That's my clitoris. Now, you feel that?" He nodded. "Put your index and middle finger on either side of it and- oh, fuck! My pussy!"

He withdrew his hand with alarm. "Are you ok? What happened?"

Maria's cheeks were flushed and her breath was heavy. She pulled his hand back under. "That felt fucking amazing," she said. "Do it again!"

Andrew had never heard his professor use language like that, even during their kinkiest sex. "O-ok," he said and fumbled around under the water. She smiled encouragingly and gently brought her hand to his, helping him find his place again. Glancing over the rim of the tub, she giggled.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's enjoying this," she said as she eyed his erect member.

"It's... it's the dirty talk," Andrew said. "You never talked like that before."

"Well, it would violate the university's code of conduct if your math professor told you to jam your fingers into her wet, needy cunt, wouldn't it?"

Andrew nodded. In a low, sultry voice, she continued. "Good thing I'm not your professor any more. Now jam your fingers into my wet, needy cunt!"

He wasted no time in following her orders. She gasped with delight, suddenly lurching forward to kiss him. Water splashed across the cheap linoleum as she pulled him against herself, her tongue exploring his mouth while his fingers explored her. She let go with an explosive cry.

"Oh, fuck, Andrew, oh my fucking God!" Maria cried. The air was thick with her musk and her hand trembled on the rim of the tub. "Oh my God, my cunt is on fire!"

She snaked a hand down and began to rub the area above it, deftly zeroing in on her own clitoris as he probed at her insides. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Yes!" she whispered to him, her eyes gleaming with arousal. "Yes, yes, yes, Andrew, you have no idea how fucking good-"

Suddenly Maria's motion stopped and her eyes widened. She grabbed his shoulder to pull herself up and opened her mouth in a silent scream that seemed to go on for minutes. Finally, she let out a sound like air escaping from a balloon.

"Ah-ah- ahhhhhhhhh," she groaned, and fell back into the water with another splash. Andrew, his face pale and wet, withdrew his hand. After a moment of silence, Maria spoke.

"Oh, fuck." Her hand rested limply on the rim of the tub and her voice was hoarsely satisfied. "Oh, Andrew, that was... I don't know."

"I- I've made you come before, right?"

She smiled. "Oh, hon, of course you have. Just... before, it was all for you. Even the orgasm. Everything I did was either to be a good professor or to be a good sexual partner. That was the first orgasm I had for me."

He slumped down next to the tub. She cradled his hand hers and hummed softly. "I thought everything you did was still for me, since I'm your owner or whatever."

"You want me to be me, right?" He nodded. "That means doing stuff for myself. That might have been the first truly selfish act I've ever committed."

Andrew nodded, suddenly very tired. "Glad I could be here for it," he joked.

Maria released his hand and stood like Aphrodite rising from the foamy sea. She stepped out and, still wet, sat beside him. He turned to face her and their eyes locked. He rested his hand on her breast and she put hers on his shaft.

"Me too," she said breathily, and leaned in to kiss him.