“I’ve never experienced an orgasm,” my roommate Anna
confessed. I looked at her, surprised. She was a
pretty, firm-breasted blonde with long, straight hair
that she kept in a pair of heavy braids. Her serious
blue eyes were highlighted by her white-gold eyebrows
and flawless complexion. I shifted uneasily in my
chair as I involuntarily flashed on the image of my
tongue flicking across the pink button of her throbbing
clitoris.
“That’s too bad,” I said carefully. What are you
supposed to say to something like that? HEY, GIRL,
I’LL SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE seemed kind of crude.
“Have you ever had a problem like that?” she asked.
“No,” I admitted, hoping it didn’t sound like I was
bragging. “In fact, I’m a little bit trigger-happy if
you touch me in the right place.”
“Maybe it’s just that no one has ever touched me in
the right place…” Her voice trailed off as she
glanced down at the floor, too shy to meet my gaze.
Damn her, she was hinting!
“If you want, I can check it out for you,” I said,
still trying to sound like I didn’t care one way or
the other. “Or, if you feel uncomfortable about
another woman touching your body, I could just show
you how I play with myself . . . ”