“Your clit is so swollen,” he murmured, his mouth less than an inch from the cleft between her legs.

She liked the way clit sounded coming from Zane’s mouth and she forced herself to say the word out loud. “My clit has been swollen all night,” she murmured.

He groaned, then lifted his thumb off her clit and blew softly on the engorged flesh. Her vagina clenched around his finger and as he blew on her again and slid his finger in and out of her vagina, she closed her eyes and started to see a rainbow of colors. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, but not from fear. She was trying to crest the tallest hill she had ever encountered, and she needed Zane to help her over it.

She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed his mouth to her. “Thank god,” she cried as he worked his tongue and his teeth over her inflamed flesh and clasped her bu**ocks with his strong hands.

Jolene’s world exploded in a blaze of fireworks. Now that she knew what awaited her on the other side, she knew she would never be able to go back to the perfect world she had come from.

Jolene Mackenzie wasn’t a good girl anymore.

Candace looked up from her computer screen and realized she had been writing all morning. She reread the beginning of her new story and smiled.

Evidently, Charlie’s lessons had inspired more than her underutilized libido. His incredible lessons had stimulated her mind and imagination as well.

But as she remembered their promise to each other to keep whatever happened in Charlie’s “classroom” inside the classroom, she was assailed by guilt.

A bad little voice inside Candace’s head said, Don’t worry, honey. He’ll never read your book. He’ll never find out that you and he are the live action figures playing out your sex scenes.

Candace had never written so fluidly before. What’s more, she had never been so inspired to continue with her story, to find out what was going to happen with Jolene and Zane.

I can’t stop now. The words reverberated in her skull, so she said them aloud, announcing them to herself in her empty office. “I can’t stop now. I won’t stop now!” she proclaimed and gave up trying to win the battle to be the good girl she was supposed to be.

“Being good has always been my problem,” she muttered, thinking how very close to the truth her new heroine Jolene was. And then Candace smiled again thinking about all the different ways Jolene was going to be bad, and couldn’t wait to get the story finished.

Candace spent the rest of the afternoon typing away at her laptop computer, working hard to get every nuance and every emotion of her first two lessons with Charlie just right on the page.

And as she did so, Candace began to forget that she had ever lived a life without pleasure.

Chapter Eight

Charlie stood up from his desk and walked into the guest bedroom of his house. He hadn’t been able to work since Saturday, since the day his whole life had been turned upside down by a redheaded vixen who didn’t even know the power she wielded. He needed to call her, but as it was, he was still too chicken to dial her entire number without hanging up.

He hoped she would still talk to him. After the way they had parted on Saturday, after she stood up, put her clothes on mechanically, and then turned to him with a plastered smile and shook his hand, saying “Thank you very much for the lessons, Charlie,” he wasn’t sure if he had done the right thing with her at all.

His conscience was bothering him more than he wanted to admit. Above and beyond the fact that he was worrying he might have taken advantage of her, was the indisputable truth that if he were with her again, he knew he wouldn’t have one single qualm about making her scream his name out, over and over again.

He was still upset that she had left after only seven orgasms, when he had planned to give her at least ten. He supposed, somewhat ruefully, the three times he took care of himself that night after she had left practically made up the difference. Nonetheless, he would rather have Candace coming in his arms or on the tip of his tongue, than his hand and his memory making him shoot all over the shower walls.

The phone rang and Charlie picked up the cordless handset on his shiny black and white kitchen island.

“Charlie Gibson.”

“Hi Charlie. It’s Candace. How are you?”

Charlie nearly dropped the phone he was so surprised by her phone call. “Um, uh, I’m fine. Great. Super.” He thwacked his forehead with the back of his hand for sounding like such an idiot. “How are you doing?”

He heard her laugh across the wireless phone line and the choking sensation around his heart eased up a bit.

“I’m great Charlie. Really, really great. I wanted to thank you for your excellent lessons on Saturday.”

“You do?” he asked and then tried to cover his gaffe by saying, “What I mean to say is, I wasn’t sure if—“

Thankfully Candace cut him off before he could make an even bigger ass of himself. “I loved every second of it, Charlie. And you know what, I’ve been writing better than ever.”

“That’s great,” he said to her, and meant it. He hadn’t written worth a shit since Saturday, but he didn’t care at all. All he wanted was to see her again, but he was afraid he’d be coming on too strong, that he’d be too obviously sniffing after her if he suggested moving onto lesson three.

“Anyway,” she said, “I was wondering if you’d be up for lesson three?”

Her matter of fact, professional tone confused him, again. Didn’t she know what was bound to happen again when they got in a room together? But he was so glad she wanted to see him again, he pushed the thought aside.

“I certainly am,” he said, trying to sound as detached as she did.

“Should we meet at your house again? Or mine perhaps?”

“Actually, this time I was thinking we would meet at a restaurant.”

“A restaurant?” she said, her misgivings sounding clearly in her voice. “To learn about sex toys?”

He chuckled softly into the phone. “Don’t you trust your mentor, Candace?”

She was silent across the line for a couple of seconds and he knew she was thinking it over. Say yes, his brain urged her telepathically.

“Yes I do, Charlie,” she said.

“Great,” he said. “Do you know where Oceanview Restaurant is on the edge of Golden Gate Park?”

* * *

Candace was shocked by Charlie’s suggestion. She had been shocked ever since she and Charlie had hung up that morning.