Nerdgasm (JenLisa)

Chapter 12

Lisa

I'm in completely uncharted territory, and it's exhilarating. Ever since our late night swimming session, the connection between me and Jennie has continued to grow and evolve. We're both busy with school since midterms are right around the corner, but the times we do see each other have helped the weeks fly by.

Monday study sessions turn into bouts of kissing in the stacks.

Wednesday nights at my apartment to watch Riverdale turn into a fight to keep our hands to ourselves when Rosé's in the room.

Saturday date nights, sometimes Sundays too, turn into heated makeout sessions where our clothes stay on but our inhibitions start to shed.

It's Thursday now, and I'm in Hee-chul's office grading papers. I should be focusing on the papers in front of me, but I can't stop my thoughts from drifting to my date with Jennie this weekend. Unlike our previous dates where we rounded first and second base, I want to round third. Jennie's gone down on me a few times since that incredible first time, but I've yet to return the favor. I want to change this fact, but I'm not sure how. My dilemma must be showing clearly on my face because a deep sigh resonates across the room, breaking me from my reverie.

"Lisa, you've been staring at the same paper for the past twenty minutes. Is there something you'd like me to double check?"

I glance up and look at Hee-chul, the back of my neck heating at being caught dawdling. "N-no, thanks. It w-wasn't the paper. I'm s-sorry."

As if debating what to say next, he simply looks at me for a few moments instead of responding. "If it's not the paper, what is it? It's clear you have something on your mind."

"N-nothing."

A lone eyebrow rises, the skepticism clear in that single gesture.

"It's not related to school. It's…" I pause for a moment, tempted beyond belief to get his take on things. We've reached an easy camaraderie the past few weeks, and while he has some exacting standards both in and out of the classroom, he's surprisingly approachable. Still, I'm sure asking for s*x advice from my professor and sometimes boss is crossing way too many lines. "It's p-personal. I'm not sure I want to talk about it. But thank you."

"Ah, okay." He looks back at his computer screen, and I try to focus on the papers I should be grading.

I'm twirling my grading pen between my fingers when another sigh reaches my ears. Glancing back at Hee-chul, who's scratching his overgrown stubble as he turns away from his screen, I hear him mutter what sounds like "I hope I don't regret this" under his breath. A beat passes before he levels me with another long look.

"Hypothetically speaking, let's say you did want to talk about it. Would you like to talk about it with me?" There's a furrow in his brow, which makes him look both confused and determined. "It's fine if it's about something personal."

Where would I event start? "Um, I…I d-don't k-know…"

"It's fine if you don't, but I'm here if you'd like to talk about whatever's weighing on your mind."

"Th-thank you."

"Anytime."

An awkward, hanging silence fills the room as we both look away. My mind rapidly fires through all the ways this conversation could go horribly wrong, but I don't have anyone else I can talk to about this. Not to mention, judging from the way the student body is three stalkers short of becoming a Hee-chul cult, my professor is an effortless casanova in his own right. I may as well take advantage of the offer, no matter how uncomfortable it'll be to talk about. What was it he said in our first class together? No risk, no reward?

"It's about a girl," I blurt out.

Time feels suspended as I watch him digest my confession. Instead of seeing regret at opening up our discussion to this specific topic, his eyes are filled with curiosity and understanding when his gaze finally lands on me.

"Now, that I can help with. Trouble with the girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Sure looks like you do."

Sweat starts to dampen my palms. While we technically haven't labeled ourselves, we've still been really careful to not act like we're seeing one another during class. Before I can respond, Hee-chul continues.

"You are dating the blonde, yes?" At my look of confusion, he clarifies. "Long, wavy hair? She visits you after class sometimes?"

It takes me a moment, but I huff in a breath of relief when I realize who he's referring to. "You mean Rosé?"

"Rosé?" he asks as he leans forward slightly, interest lighting his eyes. Man, he must really want to help me.

"Yeah, no, we aren't dating. She's my best friend."

Hee-chul leans back in his seat, a slightly perplexed look on his face. "You're just friends?"

"Yes, but there is another girl."

"Hmm," he murmurs. "Okay, if Rosé is just a friend, tell me about this other girl."

"She, um, sh-she's a st-student."

I eye him nervously until understanding dawns on his face. "One of my students? One of my students who you TA for?"

"Y-yes." Panic makes my stomach flutter with nerves. "I know it's a c-conflict of interest, b-but—"

My out of control words cut off when Hee-chul raises a hand. "I'm not going to say anything." My shoulders sag in relief. "I don't care who you date, but I have a more relaxed stance on this than the school board. As of right now, you'll no longer grade her assignments. Please set them aside for me, and I'll grade them just to be on the safe side."

A sense of relief washes over me at his words now that I have one less thing to worry about. "Thank you."

He nods in acknowledgement of my gratitude. "Now, what's going on?"

My palms become clammy the longer I stress, so I blurt out, "I'm a virgin."

Silence.

Really awkward silence.

Hee-chul, who's usually so sure of himself, looks bowled over by my confession. He manages to school his features from astonishment to cool detachment, but I know I've thrown him for a loop. Just as I'm about to ask him to pretend this conversation never happened, he speaks.

"I wasn't expecting that, but okay. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that."

I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Th-thanks. I'm a virgin, but Jennie isn't. I can't talk to Rosé about this, and my father has been out of the picture since I was really young. I can't talk to my mom about this, either."

"So that leaves me."

"Y-yep."

"This would usually be a highly unusual topic between student and teacher, but I'm here for you, Lisa. I told you I have an open door policy at the beginning of the semester, and I meant it. I'd like to think we've become friends of sorts."

I nod in agreement. "I'd agree. You feel more like an older brother than a boss."

A small smile curls his lips at my words. "I did tell you that you remind me of one of my brothers. I'm happy to help, but please, this specific conversation needs to stay between us."

"That won't be a problem."

"Excellent." With his hands steepled over his desk, he urges me to continue.

"So, I'm a v-virgin. I mean, I'm not totally clueless. So, I've obviously taken full advantage of the internet, but I don't have…I don't…" My words trail off as I flounder for the right words.

"You don't have hands-on experience," he supplies.

"Exactly. Not much, anyway. Jennie and I have done stuff, but I'm not sure what to do next."

God, this is uncomfortable.

"Lisa, if I'm going to help you, I'll need you to be a little more forthcoming. I know this is unorthodox, but I need a little more to go off of. If I were really your older brother, how would you talk about this with me?"

His words make sense, but it's still hard for me to get the words out. I think this conversation would be awkward regardless of who I have it with.

"R-right. We've rounded second base together, and she's gone d-down on me. But I w-want…" I take a deep breath and try to force my rampant thoughts to calm down. "I w-want to go down on her, but I d-don't know how. The uh, the videos I've seen haven't been really helpful. I haven't made her c-come yet, and I really w-want to do that."

My glasses start to slide down from all my nervous perspiration, and I push them back up the bridge of my nose as I wait for Hee-chul's advice.

"Ah, the elusive female orgasm. I know you're asking specifically about oral, and we'll get to that, but I'm going to also dispense some advice that will help you when you're ready to take things to the next level. Does that work?"

I eagerly nod, and the urge to pick up a pen and take notes is almost unbearable. Instead, I focus on my mentor. "That works."

"Women have many erogenous zones on their bodies, but the most powerful one is the brain."

My brow wrinkles in confusion. "The brain?"

"Yes, the key to making a woman orgasm is making sure you stimulate her mind," he says as he points to his head, "and her body at the same time. It sounds like a tall order, but I want you to remember a few important things—guiding principles, if you will—that will help you when it comes to pleasing a woman."

"Okay."

"First, she comes first. Every. Single. Time. Before you get yours, make sure she gets hers. If you happen to orgasm before her, you better make sure you return the damn favor. Making a woman come is addictive; it's a natural high most men take for granted. Her pleasure is paramount, and you don't ever want to leave a woman unsatisfied. This rule applies even more so when you're making a first impression. You want to be the one she thinks about when she touches herself."

I'm listening to his candid advice with rapt attention, my initial discomfort at having this conversation no longer at the forefront of my mind. Instead, it's being replaced with curiosity.

"But how do I make sure she's satisfied? How do I become that?"

Hee-chul chuckles at my eagerness before he continues. "I'll get to that. Second, always be aware. It's easy to get lost in the pleasure yourself, and it happens, but if you want to make a woman come, you need to pay attention to what she likes. Study her reactions to things you do, remember things she says, and use those to your advantage. Every woman is different, and some may need more help than others to get there. This is where the brain stimulation comes in. There won't ever be a tried and true method each time to get a woman off, even if it's the same woman. Maybe she had a bad day or she's self-conscious or she's wanting to try something new. Figure out what she wants, do it, and do it while making her feel beautiful."

"What if I can't figure out what she wants? And can't I just tell her she's beautiful?"

"To address your first question, the answer is simple. You ask her."

"Just like that?" I can hear the skepticism in my voice.

"Just like that. If you aren't sure, you need to ask her. It doesn't mean she'll answer; some women are shy or not as vocal. Something that's worked for me is asking if she likes something while you do it. This way, you can gauge her reaction to something specific, and if she doesn't give a very thorough response or doesn't answer verbally, her body will respond for her. If you can feel her getting wetter, you're doing something right."

I can't believe I'm having this conversation right now, but I'm glad it's happening.

"To answer your second question, telling a woman she's beautiful isn't enough. Words are great, but you need to back what you say up with action. My third piece of advice is to take your time with foreplay. Worship her body, and make her feel incredible. My advice overlaps in that they're all related. This goes back to what I said earlier about her getting wet. You want her so keyed up for the final act, so mindless with pleasure, that she's aching for it. If you really like this girl, this won't be a problem. The fact that you want to make her feel good speaks volumes. Trust me, this part won't be a hardship."

"This is a lot to remember." Anxiety starts to brew in the pit of my gut. What if I can't do all of this, or what if I'm bad at it?

My apprehension must be showing on my face because Hee-chul quickly reassures me. "Prowess comes with experience, and no person is an expert. Even me. You'll learn as you experiment, and when you are trying things out with someone, you'll figure out what works and what doesn't. When you get to know her body and her reactions, you'll be able to use what you've learned. At the end of the day, it's important to remember to just have fun and learn from every interaction."

"Okay." I breathe out slowly. "I can try that."

"You'll be okay, Lisa. Now, let's talk about oral. How familiar are you with the female anatomy?"

"Um, what do you mean?"

"I mean, how familiar are you with the p***y? You've mentioned going to second base already, so I'm assuming you've fingered her, but how comfortable are you down there?"

I squirm in my seat, my face heating at remembering touching Jennie this way and having to answer this question. "I-I've seen her down there, but I h-haven't gotten up c-close and p-personal."

Hee-chul looks around for a moment as he contemplates what to say next. His eyes land on the orange I brought for a snack on my desk, and he points at it. "Toss me that orange, please."

Without hesitation, I throw him my orange and watch as he quickly starts to peel it.

"Now," he starts, "I would suggest you watch some porn on your own time to continue this lesson, but I'm going to try and show you what to focus on." He's managed to peel the orange all the way, and he easily splits it in half. "Let's pretend this," he starts, gesturing toward the inside of one peeled half, "is a woman's pussy."

Surprise runs through me. "The orange?"

"Just go with it."

"O-okay."

"Eating a woman's p***y is almost like eating an orange, and the anatomy is not that dissimilar."

"Um…okay."

"See this right here?" he asks as he gestures toward the top of the central column of the orange. The top of the column wasn't pulled out when he peeled it, and it looks like a little bump. Once I nod, he continues. "This is the c**t. Sometimes a woman's c**t will be big, and sometimes it'll be small and will hide behind the c******l hood. As she becomes more stimulated, her c**t will swell. When you're going down on a woman, you want to pay special attention to the c**t. Granted, you want to pay special attention to the c**t in all s****l acts, but you really want to love on it during oral. Basically, make out with it. Kiss it, lick it, suck it."

The heat level on my face is starting to reach dangerous levels, and I'm sure he can see it. Thankfully, he's in full teacher mode and chooses to ignore my obvious embarrassment and continues.

"So on either side of the c**t, you have the lips, and between all this, you have the slit." He punctuates his very high-level anatomy lesson by pointing out the parts he's mentioning with his fingers. "Sometimes it drives a woman crazy in a good way if you focus on all the other parts of her p***y before you pay attention to her c**t. Teasing can be your best friend, Lisa. Going back to turning on her mind, sometimes the anticipation makes things that much hotter. The p***y is your playground, and you want to make sure your lips and tongue and fingers get in on the action. From what you've said, you haven't fully rounded second base either, so you can do both of these when going down on her.

"When you insert your fingers, take the time to feel her. Don't be crazy and get super rough with it, either. Start slow, use soft touches, and build up as she gets turned on. You don't have to test this right away, but if you crook your finger in a come-hither motion, you'll find her G-spot. This is just as sensitive as the c**t and makes women go crazy, and it feels like a slightly rough bundle of nerves. Trust me, when you find it, you'll know."

His hand has been demonstrating the entire time what he means, and he chuckles before continuing.

"My previous advice about being aware and paying attention to what she likes or doesn't like definitely applies here. If she twitches and moans, keep doing it. If she gets wetter, keep doing it. If she grabs your head and pulls your hair, keep doing it. If she clenches around your fingers and arches her back, keep f*****g doing it."

"K-keep doing it. Got it," I say faintly.

"One thing that'll separate your skills from that of others is to never do things halfway. Eat her p***y like you would a juicy, well, orange. And all that wetness?" He presses the center of the bottom of the orange where he said the slit was, and the juices seep out and run down his fingers. "You lick that sweet goodness up and savor it." He pops his fingers into his mouth and follows his own advice. "Even when she comes, don't stop what you're doing. See that orgasm through to the end. Believe me, if you enjoy eating her out, she'll enjoy it. I personally love eating p***y, but it's not for everyone. If it's not your thing, no worries. Just figure out another way to get her off."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Like I said, you'll learn as you go, and your confidence will increase. If you have fun, it'll be easy. Making sure she comes first, paying attention to what her body does and what she says, and incorporating foreplay are the three pillars of s****l enjoyment I encourage you to remember. You can't really go wrong with these things, and your curiosity and eagerness will help make this all happen naturally. I can guarantee it won't feel like work or a checklist. And remember, eat that p***y like it's your last meal."

His last sentence has me laughing, and it helps breaks me from the self-consciousness that washed over me a moment ago.

"Thank you for being so honest and for the help, Hee-chul."

"Anytime, Lisa. I hope it all works out for you."

"Same here."

"You want the other half of this orange?"

"Sure," I reply. He throws the half he didn't use in his demonstration over, and I set it down next to me.

I start to grade papers, but nervous excitement hits me whenever I think of Hee-chul's guidance and look at the orange on my desk.

It's time to put this lesson to the test.