Moving forward [Andrew fucked both Alyssa and Shar]

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. From the way Shar reacted when I ate her out after just a few lessons, I’m tempted to believe I don’t even need the practice, but Alyssa reminds me that every woman will react differently. Just because the way I did things worked for Shar, it doesn’t mean it would have worked for every woman. 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 or Shar might want. That makes sense, so I practice diligently.

We’ve actually fucked a few more times since that first morning at the sorority house, too. Alyssa doesn’t see me as a boyfriend or anything like that (unless I’m really missing something), but that first time was really good, and it established fucking as something that can happen between us. I’m always extremely erect when I get done eating Alyssa, so on those occasions when she hasn’t wanted to stop at oral, she’s felt free to jump me. I’ve been happy to let her.

I haven’t fucked Shar again, either with or without Alyssa around; she may claim that as part of our “rental” agreement, I don’t know. What I do know is that she’s treating Alyssa with greater respect. Whatever the exact game she was trying to play with us, having me upend it by flipping her over and fucking her silly put a stop to it, and now she seems to regard Alyssa as someone she has to take seriously, not someone she can use however she pleases. Alyssa has thanked me more than once for standing up for her, though fucking another woman’s brains out seems to me like an odd way to stand up for someone (especially as I wasn’t even standing at the time). Whatever; if Alyssa has an easier time pledging because of it, that’s all that matters.

Anyway, 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.