Her mouth on yours. A fucking class-A broad. Unbelievable. Your health care package paying for a top-of-the-line call girl. Except she didn’t really feel like a call girl. More like a doctor, or a teacher?

She pulled away. “Good. You are a little distracted, though. Now take off my sweater.” She held her arms up.

Sweater off, bra off, your shirt off; Sophie lay back on the sofa. She had smallish tits, like apples, with big nipples. “My breasts like to be licked,” she said. “Not every woman’s do. And it is different how. Try.”

You tried.

“No! Much too hard. Lick around from the edges in. Better. Polish them with your tongue. Mmmm. Now try—no! Too hard. Lightly. There. Flick the tongue over them. Yes, yes. Keep going. More. Now the other one.”

On the one hand, you could hardly believe you were allowed to put your tongue onto those perfectly round, creamy tits, those hard pink nipples straining for the ceiling.

On the other hand, she was bossy as hell, and it was beginning to feel like work. You slid your hand into her panties. She grabbed your wrist.

“Not yet,” she said. Her voice was gentle. You went back to work on the breasts. She made deep humming noises.

Your dick was hard, swollen up. It wanted out of the pants. You reached for her panties again.

“Gary, not yet,” she said.

“I thought you wanted me to do things the way I do them.”

“After I ask you to. Shall we stop now and try this again tomorrow?”

You swallowed, and a flash of anger shot through you—she’d leave you high and dry now? But then you said to yourself: Gary, you’re being an asshole. This is her job. Let her do it.

You pulled away, sat up on the couch. “Hey, um. I’m sorry about that. I…”

She smiled a brilliant smile. “More kissing.”

Then, while you were kissing, she put your hand in her panties. She broke the kiss. “Gentler. See? I am moist. That is what we waited for. Yes? Wait—stop. It’s all right. You will learn this later. Sit back a moment.”

She slid her panties off her hips and ran her fingers over her cunt. “Watch,” she whispered. “Just watch.” She licked her fingers, slid them between the folds. They slipped in and out like dancers. “Take off your pants. Put a condom on.”

You were covered with sweat, and your breathing was tight. Sophie fucking herself with her fingers like something out of a porn movie, except slower, quieter, softer. Just breathing, instead of moans and cries. Porn girls pouted and smoldered, or yelled and bucked: Sophie closed her eyes and frowned in concentration, her brow wrinkling. Her bush was small, neatly trimmed, as white-blond as her head. There was a fine golden down on her thighs, almost invisible.