Chapter 14 Hot for Teacher #2
“Orgasms are good for us. They improve our mental and physical health, just like exercise—and more than that, they’re just plain fun.
People should be using every tool at their disposal to have more of them, and at BuzzCorp, that’s what we do.
We create things that give everyone, regardless of gender or identity or sex organs or relationship status, agency and autonomy over their own bodies and sex lives.
Making our partners feel good, making ourselves feel good, should be a fundamental right.
Toys like ours ensure that people reserve that right and enjoy it without shame or hesitation. ”
“You’re proud of the work you do here” came his surprised reply.
“Yes,” I said. “I know I’m not building rockets anymore, but when you hear stories from people—our focus groups are very vocal.
I hear stories about women having their first orgasms at forty with our toys.
Couples who have rescued themselves from dead bed.
People who discover their sexualities, who allow themselves to explore their autonomy after leaving religious sects…
all of it means that when I go to work every day, I’m making a difference to someone out there. ”
Oh God. It was too sappy. Too impassioned. I needed to get off this topic before I weirded him out with my intensity.
“And tonight,” I said, turning my attention back to him. My mind conjured up fantasies of what lay before us. “I think I’m going to make a difference in yours.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm. Your future girlfriends are so going to thank me.”
A shadow flickered across his face. I couldn’t quite read it, because he recovered too quickly.
“So, talk me through this display.”
Yes, yes. The lessons.
“I actually have a PowerPoint.”
“Of course you do, you beautiful nerd.”
Trying to hide my blush, I reached for the stylus and called the projector up. An image popped onto the giant screen running along the western wall of the room. It quickly displayed my title page. In big, bold letters, it read:
Welcome to the Rest of Your Fucking Life, Hudson Bailey.
“Essentially, sex toys fall into roughly six categories. Vibrators, dildos, partnered toys, penis toys, anal toys, and BDSM materials.” With each introduction, I clicked to a new slide and pointed to the corresponding toys on the table.
“I’m sure with your time here so far, you’ve gotten a rough idea of those groupings, but seeing as you claim ignorance on all of these in practice, how familiar are you with them in the abstract? What’s your baseline?”
He scanned the toys, then glanced up at me from beneath hooded eyelids.
Oh God. He was going to turn this horny, wasn’t he? Gone was the sterile teaching environment I’d tried to harbor. We were in full-on foreplay now.
“Vibrators vibrate on your clit.”
Your. Not the user’s or the person’s clit. Your.
An image flashed through my mind. Hudson’s cock buried deep inside me while he held a vibrator against my clit, forcing me to orgasm.
I cleared my throat. “And can be used internally for the G-spot, yes.”
Rising from his seat, he took a firm grip on a moderately sized dildo. How had he known that was my favorite model? As he lifted it, another thought occurred: him working it inside me while mouthing my pussy.
Fuck, I was already getting wet.
Correction: I’d already slicked through three sets of underwear today, just anticipating this night with him. Now I was well on my way to walking home without them, as I’d run through my emergency pairs.
“And this fills you up.”
“We’re not talking about me here,” I whispered, trying to maintain my composure.
Tilting his head in a fair enough gesture, he continued his slow stride around the table toward me and gestured to the toys he’d been eyeing earlier.
“These I’m not familiar with.”
“They’re for penises,” I said, my hand shaking as I clicked through my PowerPoint.
As a last-ditch effort to keep from melting on the spot, I turned my back on him and kept my eyes on the screen.
“This is a masturbator. This one’s a blowjob simulator.
This one’s a cock ring. Fleshlights, pumps, and vibrators. And these?”
We reached a new set of slides. Click, click, click…
“Anal toys, I’m guessing.” Click. That slide popped up on screen and Hudson watched intensely, eyebrows lifted behind his glasses. “And is that—”
“A strap-on, yes,” I replied. Was it getting hot in here, or was my brain’s imagined scenes of Hudson bent over a table, taking a long length of a strap-on deep inside him just making me blush? “They can be used anally or vaginally, depending on your partner’s parts.”
One of the best things about Hudson was he never let dead air hang in a conversation.
When other people let my words linger in silence, I always got that twitchy sense that I’d screwed up somehow.
Ruined the social interaction. Hudson never did that to me, never made me feel weird or out of place for anything that came out of my unsocialized mouth.
Now, though, as he shifted his eyes from the projector showing a variety of strap-ons down to The Lover, our top-of-the-line harness-and-dildo combination, he didn’t say anything.
In my line of work, particularly when it came to focus group research and fuck reports, I’d noticed that more men than I ever could have imagined were into the idea of penetration or ass play. However, the stigma kept most of them from sharing that fact with even their most intimate of partners.
One of the most important parts of my job at BuzzCorp was breaking down all stigmas around sexual health. Not just for women or people with vaginas, as Mr. Ose had suggested in our sales meeting, but for everyone.
“Is this…” I asked, hoping I sounded as supportive as I felt, “…an area that interests you? The other day I mentioned it, and you said Don’t threaten me with a good time, if I recall correctly.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I’ve never really thought about it before. Not seriously. That was just a joke.”
“Think about it,” I said with a small, encouraging nod. “I’ve heard they’re really enjoyable. Our testers think so, anyway.”
He nodded once, then moved farther down the table to the next set of equipment. I clicked through my PowerPoint to match. BuzzCorp didn’t do much by way of BDSM materials, but we had a few nipple clamps for him to peruse.
It seemed, for a moment, that the sexual tension had left us. That we could return to emotional and verbal distance.
That moment passed, though, when Hudson reached the final set of toys.
The ones closest to me. Not wanting to back away and admit the effect he was having on me, I held my ground, which only resulted in his hovering proximity, his body not touching mine but keeping me lodged between the table and his warm presence.
“These are all remote-controlled partner toys. They have actual remotes, whereas what you’re building is an app-based remote. They all have the same penetrative, vibrating, and/or thrusting capabilities, though, as our self-operated toys.”
As if I wasn’t speaking at all, he reached around me to pick up a remote-controlled panty vibrator—a pair of underwear with a tiny vibe sewn in so one could discreetly pleasure their partner in public with the help of its corresponding pocket-sized remote.
Then he reached out with his other arm, walling me in as he nonchalantly inspected the toy with both hands.
His entire body melded to my back and ass. No matter how I tried to keep myself from being affected—these were our work lessons, after all, not our personal, out-of-office fling—my entire body reacted at being trapped by him.
“Now that you know the basics,” I squeaked, “what I want to teach you is not only what the toys do, but how they feel. That’s the important thing. If you’re going to build an app to help people with pleasure, you need to understand what sensations actually are pleasurable.”
He dropped the panties. His arms moved down to my thighs, then up until they gripped my hips, pulling me back even harder against him. “You could show me.”
“We agreed no practical demonstrations,” I retorted, even as my head tilted back onto his shoulder, exposing my neck.
Hot lips pressed against the hollow of my throat. “Agreements can be renegotiated, can’t they? After all, I’m going to be taking you home tonight and ravishing you all night long.”
His hands moved from my hips, dragging up my waist and toward my breasts.
He cupped them, pointedly refusing to move toward my aching nipples.
“Speaking of…” I croaked.
“Yes?” he prompted, clearly enjoying my barely concealed desire.
“How much longer do we have to wait before ripping each other’s clothes off?”
Pulling away, he turned me so we could face each other.
“What happened to pizza or Thai food?”
“I’m not hungry anymore. You?”
“I’m hungry, but don’t bother ordering.” My entire body tingled as he inspected me from head to toe. “I’m looking at an eight-course meal right now.”