Moving forward [Shar didn't take a deposit]

For the last several days of Alyssa’s promised two weeks, she tells me she doesn’t have anything left to teach me—I just need practice to get better at what she’s taught me. Judging from the way she reacts, I’m tempted to think that this translates to “I want to keep you to myself as long as I can,” but she reminds me that every woman will react differently—I need practice at paying attention so that when I’m going down on a woman who likes different things and gives me different cues, I’ll eat her the way she wants, not the way Alyssa wants. That makes sense, so I practice diligently.

By the end of my two weeks of training, Alyssa has a stack of referral cards, and we’ve set up a Google Voice number to give clients. My partner is going out into the world of women to sing my prowess as a cuntlicker. We’ve worked out the scheduling process with the sorority, as well; I have a schedule from them that tells me when the room isn’t available, and a number to text when I need to reserve it. To make sure no one feels rushed, we’ve decided to schedule an hour for each appointment. The plan is in motion, and we’ll see how well it works.

On another front, dinner with Danni has indeed become a daily feature in my schedule (and hers as well, of course). She seems to look forward to it every day, and I’m careful not to let sessions with Alyssa (or anything else I have going on) interfere. Since Alyssa and I have moved our sessions out of the dorm, there haven’t been any more wild erotic screams ringing down the hall from my room, and Danni’s unease around me has faded. I’m not assuming it’s gone—I’m being very careful—but it isn’t interfering between us as it is.

I’m strongly attracted to Danni. Part of it, of course, is physical. She doesn’t dress to flatter herself (at all), but I’m certain she has a killer body. I suspect she’d be a match for Shar in that regard. At first, I had thought her face was merely pretty, but then I saw her with her glasses off and realized she’s lovely; her glasses just don’t suit her face. It’s more than just physical attraction, though. The more time I spend with her, the more I realize how beautiful she is in every respect. I love talking with her, and I’m coming to trust her—both her judgment and her integrity. She’s one of the gentlest and most loving people I’ve ever met, at least among folks my own age. And we have all kinds of interests and goals in common; I truly believe we would make a good team.

She’s becoming a good friend quite quickly, and I have real hope for where this might be going. I don’t know if she has any interest in me beyond friendship, or if she ever will; but even if she doesn’t, I think we’re on our way to building a special friendship here. If she does, the sky’s the limit.

Do I sound like I’m burbling? Yeah, I suppose I do. I don’t know if I’m falling for her, but at the very least, I think I’d like to. At the very least, I’m glad to know her . . . and glad the other guys on campus aren’t seeing what I’m seeing.