“Uh huh.”
I can’t see any reason to stop staring. I’ve seen men before, but they were always clothed. I know penises and testicles exist, because men don’t like to be hit there, but I had started to think men had some kind of plastic cup growth down there. They do not. They are very vulnerable and I understand all at once why they don’t want a knee jabbed there.
He stands there, letting me look as the shower water runs over him. I suppose I should say something.
“You look good without your clothes, Doc.”
“Thank you,” he smiles knowingly. Okay. This isn’t probably how women usually approach men, but I don’t have any programming for that. I’m doing the best I can.
I’m getting all those feelings I got when he held me over this thighs. Desire spikes through me. The need to touch him. Feel his body touching me.
“You’re…”
He turns the shower off and steps out, reaching for a towel. He’s not ashamed of his body. He doesn’t try to hide it, but he does casually wrap that towel around his waist, hiding the parts of him I find myself most interested in.
“I want…” I don’t know what to say or how to say it. “I want you.”
“You want me?” He cocks his head to the side and takes another towel to dry his hair. “What do you mean?”
How does he not know what I mean? I want him. That’s all I know. There’s a yearning inside me, as if he contains a powerful attractor which I cannot stay away from.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He clarifies the question, making it more insulting and also, sweeter.
“I’m asking for what men do with women. I’ve heard about it. I felt… when you touched me.” I don’t know why my face is flushing with bright heat, but I know I have to say these words or I will die of frustration.
He comes to me, takes me in his arms, and kisses me so thoroughly and tenderly I forget all my shame and discomfort and instead find what I need in his strong embrace. This man is everything to me. He is my lifeline. And as his tongue massages mine and his arms wrap around me to hold me close, I sigh with soft, feminine contentment.
The towel has not survived our entanglement. It lies on the floor and now I see that the soft organ which dangled heavily is now prominent and erect, a thick rod pressing against my belly, throbbing and pulsing with his life.
“I don’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt you,” he says, pushing the hair back from my face as he looks down at me with a tenderness that makes my heart hurt. “This is all new. We are new.”
“I have been on this planet for two decades, and I have never been loved,” I say flatly. “I know you don’t love me, but maybe you could make me feel it. Maybe you could show me what being a woman is, because I’ve never had the chance to know.”
“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” He compliments and caresses me at the same time.
“I’m an ugly thing they keep in a cage. I have pretty outsides, but what do they matter.”
“So wise,” he says, bestowing another one of those heart-fluttering kisses on my lips. “Have you been with a man before?”
“No.”
“Then it should be with somebody special,” he says. “Somebody you love.”
“You’re special,” I say, looking into his eyes. “You’re the only person who has ever really cared.”
“I am sure that’s not true,” he says, tracing my lip with the pad of his thumb.
“It is true. You made me feel different the moment you first looked at me. You saw me. Most people don’t see me. They’re either lusting after me, or being afraid of me. You’re different.”
“You’re sweet,” he says, taking me by the hand and drawing me to the bedroom, the one with the blue covers. I don’t know why we’ve changed rooms, some custom I’m not familiar with, just like everything else.
“Lay down,” he says, patting the bed.
“I want to be naked, like you.”
He doesn’t object, so I let my towel fall to the floor. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. I wonder if he likes the shape of me.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. “But… Electra. We don’t need to make love tonight. That could be moving too fast. There are other things we can do.”
“Yes, we do.” I reach for his cock, wrap my hand around it and am surprised at how hard it is. It truly is like a hot bone. “I don’t want to be innocent anymore. I don’t want to not know what it’s like to be a woman. And I know you’ll look after me… won’t you?”
“Of course I’ll look after you,” he says, his voice gruff. The grip on his hardness seems to be all I need to take control of him. The moment my fingers wrapped around him, I knew he was mine.