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.
Within that same
article, there’s even a blue link, which Moira had taught me
will pull up another article, and it’s entitled “sex
toys”. It pulls up pictures of some items that looked very
similar to what I pulled out of Moira’s nightstand a bit ago.
Interesting.
But then the article
runs dry, so I decide to branch out. In addition to teaching me about
Wikipedia, Moira also showed me the power of Google. Pulling that up,
I type in the word “sex” again to see what information it
holds, and I’m rewarded with more information than I can
process.
I’m introduced
to the Kama Sutra, and I immediately realize that there are
dozens of ways a man and a woman can come together. While the idea of
pinning Moira down by the back of her neck still reigns supreme in my
fantasies, I can now envision doing other things to her. I study the