Lewellyn’s home was in a small town in the southern U.S. where the schools offered only the basic education, and most of the people there were content to remain there, still magazines, a small local library, and radio, and the new medium, television made Lewellyn intensely interested in what was going on outside the small town, and especially in science.
Once he learned to read and do arithmetic at school, his education became primarily self-directed, and school became sort of a distraction, but he gave it enough attention to make mostly A grades. His attention was absorbed by electronics books and magazines, the daily news about rockets and space, and a twenty-four-book encyclopedia his parents had recently bought.
From a very early age, Lewellyn knew he wanted to be part of the world beyond his home town. Another part of his environment, however, closed around him, told him that change and newness in the wider world were to be ignored and avoided, and led only to sorrow and ruination.
His family was deeply embedded in the Christian religion that his mother’s family had adopted a couple of generations earlier. It was fundamentalist, hell-fire and damnation, sex-is-evil in all its forms except making babies between married man and woman. Anything else that even suggested sexual activity was condemned from the pulpit. The preacher and elders covered everything: dancing with a girl would produce lascivious thoughts, boys and girls going swimming together would cause the boys to lust after the girls, simply dating a girl who was not in the same church might lead to wanting to marry, and then the couple might start going to another church. And of course, the most important thing was to keep you coming there every Sunday.
The authorities thought of every conceivable circumstance and condemned them all, very specifically, so by the time Lewellyn had a vocabulary of maybe two hundred words it included fornication, adultery, lust, etc., but he didn’t know what they meant. Children learn by association, so he figured out that whatever the words were about, it had to involve a boy and a girl. And since Lewellyn was a smart boy, he quickly learned that the simple, slightest, mildest thought about a pretty girl without clothes on could send you to hell for eternity.
Lewellyn’s appearance was not exceptional. He was right at six feet tall, average weight, and after a year or two of work, he was noticeably muscular. He had light brown, slightly reddish, wavy, and thick hair. Some of the girls his age might well think he was good-looking, but he was shy. Shyness came naturally from birth, but combined with the religious restrictions concerning girls, it meant he just stayed away from them.
Lewellyn’s father had grown up on a farm where the essentials of life came only from continuous hard work, and though he had left the farm and built a thriving hardware business, his attitude toward hard work had remained unchanged. From the youngest age allowed by law, Lewellyn was required to work in his father’s hardware store after school and on Saturdays. Even if Lewellyn hadn’t been shy and fearful about girls, the work and school left no opportunity to date them.
Of course, being a healthy, normal teenage boy, he thought about naked girls any time he didn’t need to think about something else. There was schoolwork and hardware work. Maybe he didn’t “need to”, but he spent lots of time thinking about rockets, electronics, motors, etc. Actually, he did need to because he wanted so badly to understand how the universe, everything worked. But when his mind was free he thought about girls, dancing girls with very scanty clothes on, girls undressing while he watched because they really liked him, girls letting him touch them “down there,” thinking about beautiful girls until the threat of eternity in hell spoiled his daydream and made him feel shame, made him feel like a rotten person, and made him resolve not ever to do it again.
Hah!
So Lewellyn went through his teenage years trying to be a “good Christian” boy and working even into Saturday evening; the hardware store didn’t close until 8 pm, and then the floors had to be swept, the front windows cleaned, odd tools put back in place. When he finally left home for college, he had never had a date with a girl other than some not-really-dates for church socials. He had never kissed a girl on the lips except for his cousin Lily when he was about six years old.
Lewellyn got a break when his high school English teacher, a compassionate woman who belonged to the same church as Lewellyn, but attended rarely, told the Principal that Lewellyn was bored out of his mind by academics, spent his time in class drawing electronic circuits from memory, and never participated in social activities. She knew from her shared church experience the likely reason for avoiding social events. The Principal looked at Lewellyn’s records and saw that he only needed two more courses to graduate, courses he could take in summer school. He called Lewellyn’s mother. Lewellyn jumped at the opportunity, went to summer school, and started college that fall, majoring in Physics, the pathway to his dreams.
His freshman year at college was only a little improvement over his high school. His father wanted him to come back home on weekends to work in the hardware store. He managed to stay at college some weekends by claiming he had lots of homework to do, and he took a girl he met at church to a movie, but she wasn’t very outgoing and was probably just still inhibited by church teachings like he was. He kissed her on the cheek when he dropped her back at her dorm and created fantasies from that simple kiss while he masturbated the whole next week.
The pathway to his dreams was going to be a long path. Because his high school offered no advanced math courses, he was forced to enroll in Remedial Algebra and Introductory Physics for Non-Physics Majors.
By halfway through his first semester, his algebra instructor returned his midterm exam and said, “Mr. Parent, you don’t belong in this class.” To which Lewellyn replied, “Yes Ma’am, I know. Would you please tell the registrar?” And she did. His physics instructor, Prof. Caulsen, made the same observation about Lewellyn, and he was allowed to enroll in the courses for Physics Majors in the Spring term.
Things improved in his sophomore year. His father bought him an old but functional car in the hope that he would drive back home on weekends, but which he saw as a more dignified way to take a girl out on a date. But another development turned out to be his ticket to internal sexual freedom. He got a job in the physics department.
Lewellyn had not only performed well in his physics exams but his excellent lab work was noticed by Prof. Caulsen, who asked him if he would be interested in being the lab instructor for the Introductory Physics for Non-Physics Majors course, a job normally given to a graduate student. He jumped at the opportunity to have any job other than in his dad’s hardware store. And much better still, the majority of the class were girls required to take the course to get a Nursing degree.
On the day of the first class, the students drifted in a few minutes before starting time. He nodded or said hello as they came in until it was starting time, and then walked over to the teacher’s desk to begin the class. As he walked away from the door, he was followed by another student arriving just on time, and he first saw her taking the last empty stool in the front row of the lab benches. Other students had avoided it because it was directly in front of the teacher’s desk. She looked so strikingly pretty that he didn’t release the welcome statement already in his throat.
He looked down at the small desk in front of him for a moment to recover his composure.
She was average height, not skinny and not at all overweight, very shapely. She had shiny, deep reddish-brown hair and a light, rosy, smooth complexion. She was not flamboyant in any way; she wasn’t dressed in a revealing way. Wearing a button-up-the-front, red, green, and blue plaid dress with huge mother-of-pearl buttons gave her a little-girl look. She sat still on the stool she had taken with her arms crossed in her lap and smiled a radiant smile at him that completely confused him. He recovered and began.
“Hello. My name is Lewellyn Parent, and I’m a student like you, but I am also your instructor for this lab class. I’ll be explaining the exercise at the beginning, giving you some idea of why this exercise has been given, and then just wandering around to answer any questions you have. Don’t hesitate to ask. There’s a slip of paper on the bench in front of you. Please write your full name on the paper, add a nickname if you wish, and underline what you want me to call you. I’ll be grading your lab reports that you must turn in when you leave, and I’ll return them with a marked grade at the next class.”
He paused for a moment and took advantage of the pause to look at the girl in the front row, the one who had so intensely disarmed him when she sat down. She looked up at him with the same fantastic smile and laid her slip of paper along the front edge of the lab bench. In neat letters, it said Mina Ilene Andersen. Mina was underlined.
Returning to his introduction, he said, “I’m Lewellyn Parent, and I prefer you call me Lewey,” and he pronounced it Louie, like Louis (Louie) Armstrong, because that’s what his friends called him.
The rest of the class went smoothly. No questions he couldn’t answer. It was simple stuff about how to measure lengths, weights, time. It had only one embarrassing glitch right at the end: when Mina asked him about center-of-gravity and who invented that name. Oops, a question he couldn’t answer.
He just stood there for a moment feeling awkward and stupid, and out of the whole class, it had to be Mina who asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll look it up before next class.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, and she smiled again.
Several students had a question or comment as they handed him their lab reports and walked into the hall, until finally only one student remained. Mina stood right beside her lab stool and extended her hand holding her lab report.
“I heard you tell Samantha, the girl right behind me, that you took this lab just last year. What’s a sophomore student, one who was taking this course, Physics for Nurses, last year, doing teaching already?”
If she had not accompanied the question with a smile that put all her earlier ones to shame and ended with her mouth open a little, her tongue curled up to touch the bottom of her upper front teeth, looking exquisitely, sexually attractive, Lewey would have panicked thinking she was questioning his credentials. He almost panicked at the coquettish way it was asked.
Instead, he caught the playful tone and answered, “I guess they’re short of graduate student teachers. I understand the job is usually done by a graduate student. If it helps, I made a nearly perfect grade on the lab last year, and I have a good memory.”
They both laughed, and he bent forward over the lab bench beginning to gather up the lab equipment to take it back to the store room.
“May I help you put the equipment away,” she said.
Lewey replied, “Oh. Thanks, but it won’t take long…, and I’m not supposed to let any student go in the storeroom anyway.”
His shyness and uneasiness with girls prevented him from realizing the opportunity implied in the offer, that she had offered to stay with him; they could talk; they could get to know about each other. She frowned a comically fake frown followed by an expression that made him think she was about to break into tears.
“Whoa! I’m sure you wouldn’t do anything bad; you wouldn’t break anything; you wouldn’t steal anything! It’s just…”
Mina leaned forward over the lab bench, resting her weight on the bench with her right hand on top of Lewey’s hand that was holding two calipers against the table. The touch of her hand was electric to Lewey. Every other nerve in his body shut down and loaned its energy to the nerves in the back of his hand.
Mina looked up at Lewellyn and spoke slowly, “There’s no one else here or even in the hall now. If you’re so sure I will behave myself, why don’t you let me… help?” She drew out the word, help, for emphasis.
She kept her hand on top of his. She hadn’t replied to his assertion that it wasn’t allowed. The answer was clearly about the fact that nobody else would know. The very unexpected offer to have pretty Mina and him share a secret, even if it was some stupid lab-closet rule, appealed to Lewey even for the stiff, good Christian boy he was, and it was too much to resist.
“Okay, you go around and pick up the meter sticks. I’ll meet you by the closet door at the back of the room.”
They quickly gathered up all the equipment on the lab benches and Lewey directed Mina about where to put each item. They ended up standing together in the lab closet.
“Thank you,” he said. “You seem so confident about handling lab equipment. Have you had experience in a lab or a workshop of some sort?”
“No,” she said, “but I like to use my hands. I make pottery, cups, bowls. My mom has a kiln.”
“Ah hah!” he said. “I’d call making pottery shop work.
“Yeah, I suppose,” she said. Then pointing to the far end of the closet, she asked, “What’s that stuff with all the wires and what looks like hand-cranks?”
“That’s equipment used in the second semester, electric and magnetic experiments,” Lewey answered.
Mina walked down the closet aisle, and reached up as if to turn the hand-crank on an electric generator. Lewey had walked close behind her and quickly followed her hand with his, placed the palm of his hand on the back of her hand and almost yelled, “Don’t turn that!”
Mina pulled her hand back about an inch, just enough to indicate she wouldn’t turn it and spun around to face Lewey and actually lightly pressed against his body. Startled and embarrassed by the close contact, Lewey jumped back a step.
“Got ya,” Mina exclaimed. “I wasn’t gonna’ turn it. Did I scare you?”
“Yes,” Lewey replied. “The wires from it are hanging off the shelf, and I was afraid they might shock you.”
“You jumped back like they shocked you,” she said. “I was deliberately teasing you. You’re not at all easy around girls, are you? ”
Mina paused. As she had hoped, helping Lewey would allow her to begin to figure him out.
She continued, “I noticed as you helped some of the other girls. You never got closer than a foot to any girl. You’re afraid of girls, aren’t you?”
“Afraid? No, what do you mean, afraid?” Lewey replied defensively and took another step back.
“Do you have a steady girlfriend?” she asked.
Lewey didn’t reply, but he looked away from Mina and obviously tried to form an answer. Mina didn’t need words to understand.
“Have you ever kissed a girl on the lips?” she added.
Avoiding the last few questions, Lewey turned his head back toward Mina and slowly chose his words to say, “I don’t want to impose myself on any of my female students. I don’t want any of the girls in the class to think I’ve done anything out of bounds, anything wrong.”
“That’s exactly how you should conduct yourself,” she said. “But I can read your body language, and you are way too tense around any girl. How would you know if I really liked you? How would you know if I wanted you to touch me? How would you know if I wanted you to kiss me?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Lewey replied. “Maybe if we were around each other for a while, I’d figure it out.”
“That’s part of your problem,” she said. “By the time you ‘figure it out’ I’ll be off with some other boy.”
Mina took a step and again closed the space between them. Being a couple of inches shorter than Lewey, she tilted her head up slightly.
“I liked helping you put equipment back in the closet, but the real reason I hung around after the class was over is that I’m intrigued by you: a sophomore who’s already running a class. I have a real preference to hang out with competent people.
“Look at me. Look straight at me, Lewey. You are just a sophomore, but some professor already figured out you can take on a graduate student’s job. You dress like the country boy you are, but you’re clean, your wavy hair is nicely cut and combed, you are polite, smart, use big words when you talk, you seem nice and clean: competent. But you’re way too shy.”
It was at that moment, as she stood facing him, lively, sure of herself, indescribably pretty, and, of course, radiating her innate sexual force, that Lewey fell in love with her.
As she talked her amazing smile grew. “I’m willing to bet you’re the sort of boy I’d like to kiss me. Would you like to kiss me?”
Again, Lewey ignored the question.
“Don’t you have a steady boyfriend?” Lewey replied.
From the first question she spoke, anxiety began to swell inside Lewey so that in spite of trying to make some semblance of being in control of the situation, a small nervous tremor in his voice accompanied his question.
“Yes,” she replied. “He loves me, but he doesn’t consider me his property, and neither do I. I can kiss anybody I want to kiss, any time. The class is over. You were kind enough to let me look around the storeroom. You’ve carefully explained everything I’ve asked about. I’d like to give you a kiss to show my appreciation, as a friend, not as a student. May I?”
“Oh Mina, of course I’d like to kiss you. You’re so pretty. You’re so…, nice. But you are a student. I can’t!”
“You’re a tough case,” she said with a business-like tone in her voice. “What’s your IQ buster?”
Lewey paused, not following this unexpected question. Finally, he said, “One hundred twenty-eight in my junior year in high school.”
“Mine is one thirty-five,” she said with a stern but not unpleasant look. “I’m gonna make at least as good a grade in this lab as you did; maybe better. You will not under any circumstance have to fudge my grade at the end of the semester! Now stop making excuses not to kiss me!”
The forcefulness in her voice surprised Lewey, and he noticed as she spoke that arousal washed over his body. He felt a slight increase in pressure between his penis and the fabric of his underpants and he came to the same state of mind as he always had when he had finally given in to sinful thoughts about nude girls. The unusually pretty girl standing so close in front of him, her unmistakable intelligence and the ability to understand him, his strong sexual desire, and the lovely breasts touching his chest, overcame the fear and intention to be a good boy.
“I’d really like to kiss you,” he said just above a whisper.
Mina rose up on her toes and put her arms around Lewey’s neck, tilted her head to the left, touched her lips to his, held her lips to his and moved so that her lips slipped to one side, then the other just a bit.
She tilted her head back just enough to make a half-inch space between their lips. “You’re supposed to put your arms around me,” she said.
Lewey allowed himself to reach forward and place the palms of his hands on the hollow of her back formed as she held her body against his.
“This time, open your lips just a little,” she instructed.
She pressed her lips to Lewey’s again and he matched the small opening of her lips. It surprised him but seemed so natural when she pushed the tip of her tongue between her lips and his and slipped it to one side and the other. Lewey followed her gentle guidance and placed his tongue against hers and followed it back and forth. After maybe a minute, Mina pulled back.
“Not bad,” she murmured. “Actually, very nice. I was right, I did want to kiss you.”
Lewey was speechless, and his attention had expanded from his lips to the pressure of Mina’s body against his. He noticed as they kissed that her breasts were quite firmly pressed against him, but his attention moved quickly to focus on how his penis was swelling and pressed against Mina’s left thigh. He moved his hands from her back and began to tilt his body backward to make space between them.
Mina, however, held her arms around his neck and even tightened her lock.
“What’s the matter?” she said gently.
“I… I… my…,” he sputtered.
She took pity on him and released her arms around his neck. Lewey took two steps sideways to stand behind a lab stool with a back. She mentally added up what had just happened from Lewey’s perspective instead of hers.
“It’s your penile erection, isn’t it? I don’t mind; I actually like it a lot. I felt it against my thigh. I’m going to be a nurse, remember? I know these things.” She giggled and smiled her beautiful smile and said, “It’s completely natural and I don’t consider it at all wrong, sinful, whatever. I take it as a sign that you really liked our kiss.”
Lewey’s face was red, and he looked as he was, miserable and unable to deal with his dire, completely unprecedented situation.
“Oh, I get it,” Mina said. “It’s that. You’ve wet yourself.”
Lewey’s expression confirmed her conclusion.
She had seen a box of industrial-sized paper towels on the long bench running down the closet and was able to take just a step to grab a towel and then two or three more. She held the towels out to Lewey. “Put these in your underpants,” she said as if it were the most commonplace thing to say.
Lewey took the towels and stuffed them into his pants. He had to pull his shirttail up to get the towels inside, then he tried to straighten his clothes.
Mina watched and pitied how embarrassed and ashamed Lewey was. She stepped towards him while she murmured, “It’s okay, Lewey. It’s not wrong, and I like you just the way you are. It’s quite beautiful except that it’s made you so miserable.”
She put her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.
“Mina, I’m really confused,” Lewey said softly, slowly, but clearly. “I grew up in a very strict Christian church that teaches that all sex except between married people is wrong, sinful, really bad even for the people involved, even if it seems so pleasant. I don’t believe all those teachings now. I’ve read enough history and other more modern religious ideas, and I know that the Bible isn’t the literal word of God like they say. It’s been made up by men for political, maintaining-power reasons over the last few thousand years. But it’s got inside me. It affects how I react to everything. I have to stop and think about even simple things, like kissing you, to uncover what I believe now.
“And I think you’ve figured out that nobody has ever kissed me like that before. You seem to figure out everything so much faster than I do. And look what it did to me.”
“Yeah,” Mina offered, “I certainly grew up in a different world; none of that religious stuff. Please don’t feel bad about wetting yourself. I think it’s wonderful when people can affect each other like that by simple sexual things like kissing. That’s what I was taught, and that’s what I believe. It’s fucking wonderful; pun intended.”
Lewey pushed his shame away, put his arms around Mina again and they stood holding each other for a while.
“Let’s make a deal just between us,” she said. “You teach me how to study and understand physics, and I’ll teach you how to be close to a girl, be a boyfriend or just a friend. We’ll have a one-on-one lab in boy-girl physics after the other lab each week.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Lewey said. “But your boyfriend, what if he found out? Don’t you have… obligations to him? Wouldn’t you feel like you’ve broken promises to him?”
Lewey looked at Mina’s face and then looked away as he talked. His hands touched her lightly and shifted as if he were stroking a cat or petting a small child.
“Look at me Lewey,” Mina said. “C’mon. Look right into my eyes. Stare at me. It doesn’t bother me. You have my permission to stare at me as long as you want to. I like it. Understand?”
Mina jumped up and sat on the lab stool that Lewey had hidden behind to hide his erection and possible wet spot from his ejaculation. She hooked her arm around his and pulled on him and leaned against his shoulder, but made sure he could look down into her eyes.
“Hi, sweet physics boy,” she said in a cartoony kind of voice. Then more seriously, “My steady boyfriend, Julian, and I love each other a lot. I’ve known him since grammar school, and we had sex together right after our Senior Prom. I mean what a lot of people mean by ‘having sex,’ that is, he penetrated my vagina with his penis and ejaculated his fluid in me. We’d engaged in sex play since junior high, you know, kissing, touching my breasts, touching my genitals, my touching his penis and even making him cum. We did it most every time we dated. It was wonderful, because Julian is a very sweet, gentle boy.
“But Julian and I are quite clear that we do not own each other. Even if we get married someday, we will remain two people who love each other deeply, live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, fuck each other regularly, maybe have children…, but I am still Mina, and he’s still Julian. We’re not Julina, not some hybrid single creature. He will still have female friends, I’ll have you and other male friends, and we may, on occasion, kiss, fondle, or fuck each other. And it won’t be a secret, a secret-secret that I’m ashamed of and I hide from Julian. If it was fun, if it felt really good, and maybe if it didn’t somehow, I’ll tell Julian, and we’ll share everything as married people should do. And because Julian loves me, he will be happy that I have close, close-enough-to-fuck friends, and he’ll be happy that I had the experience.
“That’s the way my parents have done it for thirty-four years now. My mother has one male friend and two female friends that she dearly loves. She always finds an occasion, maybe once a year, to have sex with the male friend, and she has sex with her girlfriends maybe about once a month. My Dad does the same with a woman he loves, and the sharing of love, love they’ve known for decades, hasn’t diminished his love for my Mom nor Mom’s love for Dad, or the love they have for their daughter, me”
Lewey kept his eyes locked on Mina’s. He was hearing words, phrases, ideas coming from Mina’s lips, punctuated by her eyes and her whole face, ideas he’d only dreamed of or even never imagined.
Mina stood up again and put her arms back around Lewey, but looked up at Lewey to make sure he heard her finish the important message she wanted him to take in.
“Lewey, I certainly never expected to fall in love with you when I hurried over from the sorority house today, but I also never expected to like the atmosphere here in the Physics department, being around people who know how to measure the pieces of the universe, how you explained the way astronomers measured the distance to the sun, and you; I never expected to meet someone like you. I still know only a little about you, but it’s enough that I don’t want to take a chance that our being together, maybe just friends, maybe more, that we go on and just drift through life without ever, ever getting to know each other.”
She opened up a big smile again; she was muffling a laugh; “I didn’t know, never imagined, there was anyone who knows so much about physics and knows absolutely nothing about girls!”
Then it was Lewey’s turn. “Did you just say that you’re in love with me?”
She nodded, yes.
“Oh, Mina. I think I’m in love with you, but I’m not sure how that’s supposed to feel.” He paused, then started to go on, but Mina squeezed him tight and he saw that she wasn’t finished.
“I’ve got to get back to the sorority house,” she said, “Special dinner tonight and I’m supposed to serve. But I want to make sure you understand how I feel about you. Unbutton my dress. Yeah, you heard me right. Start at the top and go down to the waistband. Go ahead. I’ll turn a bit to this side; I mean it. I have to show you.”
She turned about a quarter of a turn to her left until her dress buttons were free. “Go on, top one first. Do it sweetheart, now!”
Lewey brought his right arm down from her shoulder to her top button, but Mina had to reach down from his neck and lift up his other arm, bending it more at the elbow and very conspicuously rubbing his forearm against her breast.
“You’ll need both hands,” she said.
Lewey’s hands very obviously shook, but he pushed the first button through its cloth slit, then the second one, then the third.
She continued, “Now kiss me again. You take the lead this time. You kiss me. Open your lips just a bit more this time, and show me how you like it.”
They opened their lips and Lewey didn’t hesitate to push his tongue into Mina’s mouth. She responded by moving her lips and tongue in a warm reception. She murmured contented sounds, and pressed her body against him. Putting her hand around his right wrist that was still folded as it had been while he unbuttoned her, she placed his palm to cover her left breast.
Although the dress material and a sheer lace bra separated his hand from her breast, he could feel the firm shape of her breast.
“Oh, it feels so good when you squeeze it,” she said. “Squeeze it like this,” and she showed him how until he took over. Touching her breast seemed to distract him from the kissing motions, so Mina’s lips and tongue coaxed him to allow her to thrust her tongue into him and before long a small stream of their shared saliva began to run down his chin. She returned her hand over his to indicate he should continue caressing her breast.
She moved her head a bit, pursed her lips slightly over the droplet on his chin and sucked it into her mouth. She pulled her head back enough to have him looking directly into her face and opened her lips to expose her tongue just beyond them. A small pool of their saliva glistened on her tongue, and she could see he looked at it.
She pulled her tongue back and with her voice muffled by keeping her tongue curled she said, “Take it. It’s our love fluid.”
Lewey didn’t hesitate. He pressed his pursed lips against Mina’s, pushed his tongue into her lips, and sucked the saliva she willingly gave him and they continued the kiss for a while.
Neither of them showed any sign that they wanted to part. Again, Mina took Lewey’s wrist and repositioned his hand to slip inside her dress and bra and his palm to cover her now completely nude breast. “You can squeeze it if you want to…” and he tightened his hand over her breast so quickly that it caught her breath.
“Wow! Now move your hand so that your thumb and forefinger can squeeze my nipple,” she said.
She didn’t need to say more, and Lewey’s hand performed exactly as she said. He squeezed and released until the pretty, soft nipple might have slipped from his grasp, and then he tightened his fingers once again, and again.
Lewey’s gentle squeezing of her nipple involuntarily brought the image of Julian doing it the same way to her mind. She didn’t resist the lovely thought, instead, she recast her mental image so that both Julian and Lewey were fondling her breasts. She moved to push the other side of her dress away, then to push her bra strap over her shoulder. She exposed her breast that Lewey wasn’t stimulating with surprising skill and began to mimic his motions. She felt the warm fluids from her vulva begin to wet her panties beyond the mere dampness that had been.
Mina sighed and made lovely sexual sounds. Finally, she mumbled, “I gotta go. I don’t want you to stop, sweetheart. Oh God, I don’t want to stop, but I gotta go.”
Lewey helped her change position, but his hands refused to leave contact with Mina’s body. She took both hands, raised them to her lips, kissed them, and ceremoniously placed them down by his sides.
“Happy time is over for today,” she said in between giggles.
As Mina buttoned her dress, she said, “I hope that bit of lovemaking shows you that I love you. I’m as surprised as you are, but I just love you. I gotta go, or I might want to stay here all night.” She looked straight into his eyes and made a dramatic sort of swooping motion to lean toward Lewey, and said, “That’d be fun, I bet.”
“Oh boy, that would be fun,” he said. “I won’t hold you, but what happens next week? We can’t behave like this when it’s lab time again. And will you still feel this way?”
“Of course I’ll feel this way unless you morph into a demon of sorts over one week’s time,” she replied. “And you get one whole week to decide whether you love me. Whether you still want to kiss me; whether you still want to reach down in my dress and play with my bosoms; whether you might like to get into my panties and play with me down there.”
She was grinning from ear to ear and thoroughly enjoying the change in him that first began to show as he unbuttoned her dress: he was beginning to relax; the religion was fading into the background.
He realized that they were actually friends now. It was okay to clown around. He began to smile, but he quickly dropped into serious mode once again to ask, “Mina, before you go, I really need to know, I really need to know, did all this sex play affect you like it did me? Did it… make you feel really nice all over like it did me? Like when it made me wet myself?”
He pulled back a little as he finished his question. When he said “wet myself” it made him feel the familiar shame creep up his body. Maybe he had gone to far. Maybe this new way of behaving had its limits like the rules religion had. Maybe asking about whether Mina had reacted with her genitals like he had was forbidden. Maybe he had spoiled everything at the last moment. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d screwed up some relation with a girl. He could screw up just playing Parchesi, he thought.
Mina picked up her book bag and a sweater and stepped up until her body was against his, but with her arms full, she couldn’t hug him.
“Yes,” she said. “That sort of play makes girls feel funny, nice-funny down there. Pull the front of my dress up. Do it now. Grab it at the bottom and lift it up above my waist. Come on, all the way.”
When Lewey had followed the instructions, as strange and sinful as they might be, Mina leaned forward and whispered, “Now feel my panties. Down lower. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me. Curl your fingers between my legs and feel my panties. Press your fingers against me. What do you feel, sweetie?”
“They’re wet,” he said.
“See,” she said, “it’s just like it is for a boy. Well, not exactly, but we feel it all over just like you do. Now I want you to go home, crawl in bed and play with yourself, masturbate, do it as much as you want to, there’s nothing, nothing wrong about it…, and think about me. Think about our kisses, think about touching my breast, and how nice it would be to see my bosoms completely nude, with me in just a bikini bottom, or completely naked. And see if you can hold back long enough to imagine what it’s like to put your penis in me and fuck me, and get all deliciously wet again. Bye, sweetheart.”
And that’s exactly what Lewey did—for most of the whole next week.