"Do you understand now how kissing can play a role in sex?" I ask in my best teaching voice.
"I saw it, but I don't really understand it. But as you said... I'll have to experience some things for myself to truly learn, right?"
"I suppose," I hedge a little.
"Then I look forward to learning about that type of kissing... with someone that can truly teach me," he says with absolutely sincerity and turns away from me again.
Chapter 5
Zach
In the week since I've been at Moira's house, she's not left me alone once.
Until now.
And I'm taking advantage it.
The first thing I did was strip naked, relishing in the feel of the cool air against my skin. I haven't been walking around naked as much as I originally thought I would, and not because of some concern about offending Moira. That does not concern me whatsoever.
No, I've simply been wearing clothes more often than not because I'm getting used to them. Moira has indeed dragged me around to various places every day, immersing me in her culture. That, of course, requires clothing and the more that I wear them, the more they don't seem quite the burden.
She's taken me to so many places that my head spins with the sensory overload at times. She took me to downtown Chicago, and I hate the place. Filled with steel, concrete, and too many people to comprehend. It's noisy... not like the beautiful noise of the creature-filled jungle, but of honking cars and talking people. It scrapes at my ears until they feel like they bleed at times.
Other places weren't so bad. We went out to see a movie in the theater, and she took me over to Northwestern where she works and explained what people learn at a university. We went out to eat at restaurants, and I actually gave in and used the utensils, only because after observing her eat with them, I had to admit it was easier and cleaner on the hands. She took me to the local library in Evanston and showed me how to look up and check out books. It's within walking distance to her house, and she's even encouraged me to venture there on my own any time I want to. I will... one day, but during our first visit, I left with ten books and haven't read through them all yet.
And yes... one of the books she suggested was entitled How To Teach Your Child About Sex. I flipped through it but gave up after the first three pages. Ridiculous really, if she thinks she can get away with pawning that type of book off on me as a means of fulfilling her obligation to teach me.
What she has been willing to teach me, though, has been enlightening to the extent that she won't refuse to answer a legitimate question from me. Every day, I try to come up with something new to ask her, just so I can see the way her breathing gets disrupted and her face goes red.
"Moria... what do you call it when my seed erupts from the end of my penis?"
Although she blushed and practically choked on the bowl of cereal she was eating, she cleared her throat and said, "That's called an orgasm."
"And that's the technical term?"
"Yes, although some people say it's called 'coming' or 'climaxing'."
"Climaxing I understand. But coming?"
"Yes, coming," she said with another deep blush.
"Do women orgasm? Is that what you did that night in the jungle when you touched yourself?"
"Yes, Zach. Women can orgasm too."
"But you don't have a penis. What were you touching to make yourself orgasm?"
"Women have what's called a clitoris... or some call it a clit. I imagine it feels the same way as it feels when you touch your penis."
"Where is this clit located?"
"Okay, Zach... that's enough sex talk for the day," Moira grumbled and stood from her chair.
I smiled inside because I knew I was getting to her.
Moira doesn't have to be teaching me about sex for me to be thinking about it. It's all I seem to think about when I'm around her. While in my world, sex is when a man dominates a woman, and it's a matter of just mounting her from behind with a quick thrust. I find myself insanely curious if there are other ways of coupling.
I think, more than I care to admit, about kissing Moira. That movie she showed me... when those two people were kissing, has me wondering what it would be like to feel her tongue against mine.
And speaking of tongues, I have to think that if my tongue can go in her mouth, it can go other places as well. Her breasts, which I haven't seen but would like to, for instance. Or that secret thing she called a "clit"? Clearly, fingers against it work just fine, but I wonder if a man can put his tongue there. I wonder what she would taste like and then I wonder... what her tongue would feel like against my penis.
Are these things even possible? I'll have to add it to my list of questions for her.
Moira has a doctor's appointment today, and then she said she was meeting a friend for lunch. I told her that I would like to go out to lunch with her because I was finding pleasure in trying new and interesting foods at these places she called restaurants.
"Not today, Zach," she said. "I'm actually going on a date."
"A date?" I asked in confusion. "What does that mean?"
She actually blushed, and that was my first indication that this had something to do with sex, because Moira always blushed when we talked about sex and never at any other time.
"It's when two people who like each other go out somewhere for the pleasure of enjoying each other's company."
"To have sex you mean?" I asked, not liking the thought of her having sex with another man.
"Not always," she said curtly. "Sometimes, it's just to talk."
"Are you going to have sex on this 'date' today?" My anger started boiling, and I had no clue why. Most days, I still barely tolerated Moira because I was sexually frustrated around her, and I was still very angry over her role in pulling me from my home.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no... I'm not having sex. We're just going out to eat a meal together."
"But sometimes your dates lead to sex?"
Moira sighed but answered me. "Sometimes. It depends on how deep the connection is."
I started to ask her another question but she cut me off, insisting that she didn't want to be late for her doctor's appointment. She had asked if I would be okay here alone, and I assured her I was fine. She turned on her laptop for me and brought up the program that she had taught me called Firefox. A few days ago, Moira took the time to show me how to search for information on the Internet. She introduced me to Wikipedia, and told me that while you couldn't always trust the summary of information it provided, it was a good place to start when seeking out something to learn about.
While I can't type on the keyboard the way Moira does, whose fingers seem to fly with the speed of a jaguar that's chasing its prey, I manage to work it just fine. I've learned about many things since being given access to this amazing marvel called the Internet. I've learned about President Obama, the war in Iraq, Michael Jackson meeting an untimely death, Miley Cyrus twerking, and the collapse of the World Trade Center. I've researched American history, paying specific attention to the plights of indigenous Indians in this country, and I even researched information on the Amazon rainforest. I was greatly saddened to see how much had been deforested... sickened actually. I knew the world was encroaching in upon us, but never realized it was being done so rapidly and with such terrible effects. Yes, the Internet was a never-ending supply of knowledge all waiting at my fingertips.
I expect I have about three hours before Moira returns, so the first thing I do is look through her bedroom. It's the one place I haven't been in other than a brief look when she was showing me her house on the day of my arrival. I pick up various bottles of lotions and liquids on her dresser, sniffing them each in turn. Opening her drawers, I rifle through her clothing, paying particular attention to her underwear, which is made of tiny scraps of lace and silk that feel nice to the touch. I open her nightstand drawers and find an odd thing in there that is shaped like a man's penis with another little protrusion that sticks out from the front. There's a button on it and when I flip it on, the things starts buzzing hard in my hands.
Weird.
I don't find anything else of interest, but I take the pink, penis-looking thing with me into the kitchen and lay it on the table. I want to ask Moira about it later.
Finally, I sit my naked form down on one of the kitchen chairs and pull her laptop to the edge, so I can begin learning about the modern world again today.
My fingers poised, I hesitate for just a second before I type the word "sex" in Wikipedia. A long, boring article that talks about plants, fungi, and other animals having sex appears. I scan it briefly, and then try the most recent word I learned, "orgasm" into the search field.
Much better.
I learn more about the woman's clitoris, and there's even a diagram for me that shows me exactly where it's located. I learn about the G-spot and that there's a difference between penetrative and non-penetrative sex. I learn that what I do to myself to cause an orgasm is called masturbation... a word that I find rolls off my tongue nicely, although I find out it's also called jerking off, jacking off, flogging the log, polishing the bannister, and spanking the monkey, the last of which makes me laugh at the image.