They had shared a few very intimate hugs in the recent past, so he wasn’t totally surprised by the feminine perfection presented before him, despite the fact that she wore nothing but baggy clothing. But at times like these, reality was generally better than whatever had been imagined.
Dan had made love with a hundred women in his life as a traveling musician, but he still got nervous on stage, and he was still overwhelmed by beauty, however often he was lucky enough to witness it, in various forms. Mona’s skin was so soft and smooth, warm and inviting. Her pussy was completely shaved, he noted, happily surprised.
“Is there anything I should be doing?” she asked.
She was very nervous. So beautiful, and so nervous.
“No,” came Dan’s simple answer. “Nothing at all.”
Dan had met Mona years earlier, at one of his concerts. He came through Hamilton at least twice a year on his tours. Any time he was doing a show anywhere near this post-industrial suburb, Mona would be in the audience, somewhere near the back.
She never said anything, but Dan’s concerts didn’t usually have more than a few dozen people at them, and so it didn’t take long for him to notice that the same woman was sitting by herself at every show he did in the area, wearing these quirky outfits that made her look like a color version of an old black-and-white photo of someone’s great grandmother. He started making a point of talking with her every time he saw her at a show. The conversations were generally short and polite, and Mona always seemed so nervous when they were talking, she could barely move her jaw.
Finally, once when Dan was doing a show in the town of Hamilton itself, rather than some other suburb in the region, Mona took the initiative to email Dan in advance of his arrival, inviting him for a home-cooked meal, the use of her laundry facilities, and a place to sleep.
Dan had noticed fresh bedding folded up and sitting next to the couch in the little living room of Mona’s little flat. She had mentioned, sort of in passing, that she would sleep there that night, and give him her bedroom.
The way she had mentioned this told Dan it was clearly just optional, not that this separate sleeping arrangement was non-negotiable. So when she was showing him to his bedroom and bidding him good-night, he waited for the question he knew would be coming, because Mona was a very thoughtful host. Here it was.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
She locked eyes with Dan briefly, before looking away. Was she nervous about having asked this question, in case it might be too suggestive? Or was she just nervous, generally? Dan wasn’t sure, but he assumed the former, and didn’t miss a beat before responding.
“Take your clothes off and lie down,” he replied.
He was only a bit surprised by how quickly she complied, and without making any jokes or anything like that — just enthusiastic compliance.
And now here they were. She lay still, but not the kind of still that comes from being relaxed. He knew she was just nervous. He also had learned from their conversations that she had not had a boyfriend in a very long time.
She was nervous, and still, but not stiff. Or at least, when Dan nudged Mona’s legs, to spread them apart, she readily complied, with no hesitation. Dan began to kiss and caress Mona’s body, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and eventually her clit, which he spent more time focusing on. Mona lay perfectly still throughout, having received no further instructions from Dan to move, after he had spread her legs apart and lifted her knees up a bit.
Mona was wet to begin with, and whatever Dan did with his tongue between her legs caused no discernible reaction. No new sounds emerged from Mona’s lips, no involuntary flutters of any muscles, no perceptible reactions of any kind, as far as Dan could tell.
Mona remained in exactly the same position as Dan rose to meet her face, hovering directly above her. When he kissed her, she reacted, happily joining her tongue with Dan’s, but aside from that, she lay still. When not engaged with such activities, Mona’s face bore an expression of contentment, with a vague smile, a lot like the painting.
As Dan gently entered Mona’s awaiting, shaved vagina with his penis, her expression didn’t change in the slightest.
“Does it feel good?” Dan asked.
“Yes,” came her quick reply.
He knew she hadn’t done this in a long time. She didn’t move at all, which might have been a sign of awkwardness, nervousness, inexperience. Dan was gentle that night, for the most part, but no matter what he did, no matter how slow or fast or deep he moved, Mona’s expression didn’t vary at all.
After a while, Mona stopped answering “yes” when Dan asked if something felt good, and she just started responding with what became her more common refrain from then on.
“I like everything you do.”
* * *
This would be the beginning of a long-term relationship. Dan started making sure Hamilton was central to lots of tour plans, and they started seeing each other more frequently, though there would generally be many months between visits.
Dan would occasionally hear from Mona, if they hadn’t seen each other for a long time. Her messages belied the fact that she missed him a lot, and looked forward to his next visit more than she looked forward to anything else in life, though she was too circumspect to quite use such phrasing.
When they were together, unless she had an errand to run or an appointment to keep, Mona’s answer to Dan’s question about what they should do was always the same — “whatever you’d like.”
When visiting an intelligent woman who was a great cook and very beautiful, Dan’s decisions about what to do, when left to his own devices, meant that the nights were dedicated to love-making, and free time during waking hours tended to involve interesting conversations and delicious meals, punctuated by nice walks among the crumbling factories of the neighborhood.
“Whatever you’d like” was a refrain that had more and more resonance for Dan in the night-time context. It became increasingly clear to him that if Mona had a sexual orientation, this was it, but for Dan it was all still fairly mysterious.
Why had Mona not had a boyfriend for twenty years? Why the decades of celibacy and loneliness? In light of this, he wondered how it was that now that she was sexually active again, she proclaimed to like everything Dan did, and he had no indication that this wasn’t the case.
Except that no matter what Dan did, Mona never seemed to have anything Dan could identify as an orgasm.
Dan had learned from experience quite early on that women can often feel all kinds of pressure from their lovers to have orgasms. He knew, at least from stuff he read, that women often faked orgasms. He figured they did that especially if they were under some kind of pressure from their boyfriends to have them, or to have them on command, or to have them sooner, or to have a series of them, etc. So Dan intentionally took a low-pressure approach when he was in a new relationship, exploring different avenues that might lead to an orgasm, without talking about it, necessarily, and without, he hoped, having any particular expectations about such things.