The V Whisperer

by Deborrah Girard

  “You may be right. I can’t commit because I’m still not sure I’m going to hang around this city. Time will tell.” Her fingers curled in his patch of chest hairs, until she realized what she was doing.

  “This is one organization you’re either in or out in a big way.” He pulled her hand back and held it.

  “I see how that would be true. Due to circumstances, my life is disciplined and I’m not sure I want to mess with that.”

  “Your perceptions are on target and so is your sexual appetite. What more discipline to you need?”

  “None compares to yours.” She replied, eyeing his long, hard dick once again. “How do you do that?”

  “You can understand why I needed to found M.A.S.A. There are many more just like me, male and female. I made it easy for us all to gather.” He rolled over and nuzzled her pubic area.

  “So, tell me, Rick, do I have any more back-to-life journeys to experience here today?” She asked the question even though she believed her session was over.

  “Yes,” he answered. “This time you’re going to do it yourself. Let me prop you up in these cushions.” He moved then caught the look on her face. “Did I shock you?”

  “Do it myself?” She questioned with a confused look on her face . “Yes, you shocked me. I’ve never done that.”

  “So, you’ll learn something. You’re going to frig yourself and I’m going to jerk off. We’ll watch each other. Loosen up, Abbey. Go with the flow.

  “But I don’t think...”

  “That’s why you’re here. I don’t want you to think. You need to be free spirited and a little less uptight. With practice all this stuff will be second nature. You’ll wonder what the fuck the fuss was about.”

  “Why would I want to know how to frig myself anyway? It’s not like I ever will.” Pushing the hair back from her face, a peculiar feeling spiraled through her.

  “Not true, Abbey. You will frig yourself more often than you have sex. That’s a guaranteed truth that will carry on till you’re in your ripe old age. Some women never learn. That’s why they’re so fucking frustrated by the age of forty.”

  “If you say so.” She trailed off. “But I’m still not sure.”

  “I do. Spread your legs and take that pretty little right hand of yours and start touching yourself. Nice and easy, honey. I have baby oil if you need to dip your fingers, but you, my sweet thing are naturally lubricated.” He watched her inner battle as it unfolded through the expressions on her face.

  “Is that a sophisticated way of saying I’m horny.” She tried to laugh but it caught in her throat and died.

  “Indeed. Let me use my thumbs to spread you wider.” He watched her tentative fondling. “Stimulate your clitoris like this.” He took her hand and guided her ministrations. “That’s it. Now wander down a little and tease. Slip in then out and start again with a little more urgency. Experiment. You’ll soon know what you like best. Go to it, girl. I have to work on mine here.” He took his cock in his hand and waved it about.

  Abbey watched as his large hand covered the shaft and began to pull up and down. They watched each other. The visual accelerated their euphoria. This time Abbey could feel for herself how her juice flowed, how it willfully secreted to keep her moist and wet. The feel of her erect clit was a total surprise. She continued to twirl, experiment and sink her fingers deep inside herself. She welcomed the power, the control and the instant exhilaration.

  Rick now pumped with renewed vigor. It became apparent this was one activity you couldn’t gauge time wise. She watched him mostly, and closed her eyes once or twice against the force he used on himself. When he exploded into orgasm, she saw how extreme pleasure etched his face and heard his vocal rejoice. The man tapped into a semen reserve somewhere. He was certainly one of a kind. The first one of this kind she’d seen anyway.

  “How are you doing, kid?” He asked once he regained a semblance of composure.

  “I’m not sure.” Blushing, she looked up at him.

  “Need a progressional suck?” His eyes roamed over her, pleased with her attempt.

  “Perhaps.”

  “Don’t worry about it. You did very well.” He then sank down and began writhing his tongue along her inner thigh.

  The added stimulation jack-knifed her localized sensor into the activation mode. This part of sex drove her wild. Abbey pulled her fingers from inside herself and then did something very bold. She grabbed hold of Rick’s head and drew his ready lips into her wet pussy. “That’s more like it.”

  She didn’t hear him chuckle. The only thing she knew was that she was very near orgasm and nothing else mattered. What a drastic mind change. It was a one, eighty and she was happy to be healthy enough to sustain it. It was all thanks to this man, who took the time to see her through it. Now when she entered this sexual sphere, even time stood still. She understood how that happened and why.

  Rick’s torment was slow and deliberate. He nibbled the pink flesh with his lips then in their wake, scalded her with his hot tongue. When he frenched her clitoris she yelled. “Suck me, dammit!” She needed gratification and she needed it now.

  Without missing a beat, Rick sucked hard. She felt a fiery sensation rush through her. An inferno. There was no impeding it. He didn’t stop until her waves of gratification exploded from her then began to douse itself with orgasm. Immediately Abbey fell into the abyss. If it was at all possible, this cum was far greater then the last. Every organ in her body was draining through her pussy right now and she didn’t want it to stop. She felt terrific, regal. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, thank him, for God sake. Before she could formulate what to say or do, Rick moved.

  He pulled her into the circle of his arms. “Sweet, sweet Abbey.” He purred, kissing her forehead before swooping to take full possession her mouth. “You’ve had quite a day.” “One I won’t soon forget.” “If you hang around the city, you’re definitely a welcome member of M.A.S.A.” One more attempt can’t hurt.

  “Thank you.” She said carefully and wondered what was to become of her. He obviously wanted her to stay around.

  “Before you leave me, there is something I’d like to mention.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want you to keep an open mind where other women are concerned.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, it’s a known fact that most women find each other sexually attractive. Those women will surely seek you out. What I’m saying is, don’t shun the idea. They say it’s more powerful and satisfying than anything you’ve experienced here today. Promise? That was the only thing I couldn’t set up for you today. I feel bad about that especially since you’ve done so well here.” He tickled her cheek “Something tells me you’ll do fine.”

  “I promise not to shun it.” She gave in. This man could extract anything from her right now. This fact and the idea he proposed alarmed her a little. She doubted anything of that nature would ever cross her path.

  “What I brought back to you is just the tip of the iceberg. You’re going to experience a whole lot more out there. Once you get your feet back in the water, I don’t want you to turn yourself off. That’s all.”

  “I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about me, Rick. At this moment, the incident with my step-brother is the furthest thing from my mind . It’s now a blur. Not that I forgive him, that’s a different issue. But right now, I almost feel guilty for being here.”

  “Wait a minute. We can’t have you feeling like that.” He nudged her, pulling her closer. Speaking of feelings. Why the hell was he so bummed? Because he had to let her go, not knowing if he’d ever see her again. She was so sweet, a dream come true. Yet, she said it herself, she didn’t know if she was going to stick around the area. He tried a couple of times to draw a response from her, but she wouldn’t commit. Her elusiveness could be prompted either by fear or economics. Whichever it was, he secretly wished he could do more about it. His arms tightened around her. He’d like to squeeze
the hurt right out of her. Make everything all better. Hell, he’d like to keep her locked in his house. But that was unrealistic. He couldn’t let himself feel this way about a woman he may never see again. That in itself, had the potential to be dangerous.

  Abbey gloried in the warmth and security of his muscled strength. Her hand grazed the side of his shoulder, giving him goose bumps. Pursing her lips, she brushed them along his forehead, her tongue absorbing the perspiration and drawing it inside her like it was a last remnant of this brand new

  day. “I’ll never forget today, Rick Thank you.” “The pleasure was all mine. I mean that sincerely.” *****

  Abbey decided to walk back to her friend Mandy’s apartment. She needed the fresh air and the opportunity to clear her head. She’d said some things about the past occurrence being a million-light years ago, but actually today brought it all to the forefront. She needed to think about this and cleanse herself once and for all. It was imperative she remember Adam, his friend Jeromy and how it all happened. Today gave her the opportunity to put it all in perspective. Retrace her journey that led to New York and ultimately in the vagina whisperer’s possession.

  She shook herself. Had she really got past the sordid mess she’d run away from? Had life handed her a paramount opportunity or had she sunk deeper into an abyss of a totally different nature?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Abbey slowed down her pace. It was difficult to walk and remember at the same time. On top of that, remnant sensations from her unusual day still made themselves known.

  At seventeen her mom and step-dad died unexpectedly in a car accident, leaving her and her eighteen year old stepbrother Adam alone. Grandma May kept a distant eye on them but it wasn’t always possible for the older woman. That time in all their lives, turned out to be the most difficult. It wasn’t easy for two teenagers to carry on living a normal life when their whole world turned upside down. Abbey was hit the hardest. Adam kept his emotions in check. Maybe it was a male thing. She didn’t ask him, but she did rely on him a lot. Maybe more than she needed to.

  When she finally graduated from high school, and was anxious to tell the world, she let the tight rein of her organized world fall free. She needed to party and party hard. A victory celebration to commemorate this tiny feat was a necessity. It wasn’t every day a girl went through what she did and still pulled off a high average. Besides that, she hadn’t done any partying all semester.

  So far, she’d done everything right. Little did she know by asking Adam to join him and his friends that night, would be the biggest mistake of her life. How could a young girl foresee that kind of problem? She figured she already faced her worst demon and it was downhill from here. Not so. Her biggest demon was just ahead of her. Adam.

  That was six years ago. Running away, working a series of two-bit jobs, getting a college business degree, and trying to forget or make sense of her saga, did little for her progression into womanhood. Grandma May died during that time and she never heard from Adam again. It was tough. She felt like she hadn’t found her niche yet. Life was passing her by.

  Getting in touch with her childhood best friend, Mandy, who now had this fabulous life in New York, was a stroke of luck. By accident she found her address and phone number in an old jacket pocket, set aside for Goodwill, which set her mind thinking. Give her a call. Where’s the harm? What the hell do I have to loose?

  Mandy had been genuinely happy to hear from her. Not only that, but sympathetic to her problem. When she invited her out to try and start fresh in the city, she really didn’t offer much in the way of objection. She didn’t call Mandy to illicit an invitation. The thought never even crossed her mind But now, presented with the possibility, she was drawn.

  She didn’t think about it very long. Mandy insisted and she caved. Once she accepted, Mandy took control of her life and career. By putting her in touch with the vagina whisperer and by lining her up with a job interview at the club she worked at. It was a good start. She welcomed the purpose and direction to her life. For the first time in a long time, she felt better about herself. Everything looked up. She was regaining control. It was all good.

  Abbey spotted a bench by the bus stop. Sitting down next to an elderly woman, she took a deep breath. All this time she’d hoped and prayed for her life to take a turn, never had she imagined it would be this one. She wasn’t complaining. It was an unexpected surprise and already she was thankful. Rick was a special gift sent from heaven.

  The sex was empowering, but so was the man. Everything about him excited her in so many ways and on so many levels. Being away from him this short time already had an effect on her. How silly was that? . Walking away from the man and that house wrenched every drop of cosmic energy from her soul. She wasn’t ready for this. Never had fallen for a guy so fast. How could you get passed an experience like the one Rick gave her and just go merrily on about your life? It didn’t happen. She refused to be the exception.

  He was such a handsome, sexy, extremely knowledgeable man. That voice. She couldn’t turn it off. It was as if he was still by her side. If she closed her eyes, she’d swear he was sitting down next to her.

  Before she knew it, she was walking back toward Rick’s house. God help her. She couldn’t stop herself. For whatever the reason, medicinal or otherwise, she allowed herself to be magnetized back to the magic house. Why didn’t her legs obey the command to stop and go to Mandy’s? Why would she risk the chance of him finding her pathetic?

  It was no use. She was walking up the pathway. She looked at the large wood door. Once again panic gripped her. Why was she panicking? He’d made her feel so wonderful, so secure, not only in these surroundings, but in her own skin. Her arm raised. Her finger aimed for the doorbell. She hesitated. Her arm began to shake. With one swift, violent movement, she pushed the bell before she changed her mind and ran off.

  She heard him walking toward her. The door opened. “Rick, I...” “Abbey . What’s wrong? Come in here.” He took her arm and ushered her inside. “Did something happen? You look so sad.” It was in her eyes, tone and demeanor. “I’m sorry for barging back in here like this.” His warmth swooned around her. “Don’t be silly. Come and sit down.” The door closed with a snap. “Are you sure? I feel like such an idiot.” He looked so good standing there in his robe. His hair nicely brushed away from his face, while the longer wisps curled around his ears. He had opened toed sandals

  on and a steaming cup in his hand.

  “Why do you feel like an idiot?”

  “I don’t know. I thought I was doing so well. Then on the way to Mandy’s everything came rushing back to me. I thought about what Adam did, how it happened, and I suddenly went numb again. Isn’t that stupid?”

  “No. It’s not stupid, Abbey. Think of it as part of the cleanse. You had that past locked so tight in the back of your mind, it took a day like today to move it forward.”

  She looked at him and tried to smile. “You think so?”

  “Of course. Now that you’ve unlocked it, you can deal with it properly and discard if forever. That’s usually how it works.”

  Tears amassed in her eyes. “You make everything sound so simple, so logical.”

  “It is, Abbey. C’mon, let me make you a cup of tea.”

  “You’re very kind to me. I appreciate it.” She offered him the only smile she could muster. “I would do this for anyone.” He plugged in the kettle then turned to observe her. “You’re going to get over this, kiddo. You’ll see. You’re almost there.” He retrieved cups, the milk and sugar. “I’m being temperamental.” Abbey sat down and watched him move around the kitchen. He was efficient in this room too.

  “ Don’t minimize it. The mind takes its own time to heal. Nobody can force it along. Right now, just knowing and understanding that things are going to get better, is all you need. You do know that, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Today was the first time I thought about the rape in a long time. After being here with you, everything came
rushing back.”

  Rick poured the tea and sat down at the table. “Then take it as a sign, Abbey. Your body is suggesting you deal with it. Right now I’m so fucking happy to be founder of this organization and the first in line to condition you back to normal sexuality. Sorry, that’s all I can think about.”

  “You’re funny, but you’re right. I have dealt with it. Really, I have. I just had a weak moment. That’s all.” She didn’t dare tell him he was the one responsible for making her come back to life. He’d think she was nutty, even naïve. There was so much about him that appealed to her, spoke to her. Not only was he gentle and kind, he was also sexy and hot. The man tampered with all her senses, how could he not know she was attracted to him.

  “Drink your tea. Would you like another sandwich?”

  “No, thanks. I’m fine. Your tea is good.” “It’s my favorite.” He smiled and watched her fiddle with the cup. “So, you had a weak moment. We all do, Abbey.” His spoon clinked the sides of his cup, spilling milk in the process. “I know. You don’t happen to have any headache capsules, do you?” She rubbed her head. “Of course. Let me get you a couple I’ll be right back.” True to his word, Rick was back in a flash, a bottle of capsules in hand. “Here you go. I’ll get

  you some water.” “Thank you.” She swallowed them easily. “I have such a headache.” “Come with me.” He rose and grabbed her hand. “Where to?” She’d follow him anywhere but he didn’t know that. “I think you need to lay down.” “But, I...” “No, buts. I want you to rest for fifteen or twenty minutes. Give the capsules time to work.

  C’mon, I know you’re not shy. Not any more.” He pulled her along.

  The bed wasn’t made from earlier. It was as she’d left it not long ago. Memory and images sprinted through her mind. Rick sat her on the bed, then lifted her feet up. “Comfy?” He propped pillows behind her head.

  “Yes. I’m very comfy.” She smiled and saw how relieved he was. “Good. I’ll come back and check on you in a little while.” He rose to his feet. “Where are you going?” “Back to the kitchen.” “Could you just sit with me?” “Of course. If that’s what you want.” “Yes. It’s what I want. You’re the one that told me if I don’t say what I want, no one will know,