The Pleasure Boy 09 by Denker42..,
The next few days passed uneventfully: learning and performing my household chores, reading introductory stuff in the textbook, learning to use my free time after dinner to attend to personal business, socialize or play with the other apprentices, or just relax alone.
There was a sense of unreality, as I had not yet started school. My existence was confined to Mistress Lotte’s training house, seemingly detached from the outside world. I knew this was only a temporary situation, but could not wait for it to pass — to be assigned to classes, meet my teachers and classmates, and begin the regular course of study.
I thought about my girlfriend Kendra with mixed feelings — not wanting to drop that relationship, but not sure how to keep it going. It occurred to me for the first time, that there might be a price for all that I was learning: that the geishi lived in a world of their own, doomed by their professional training and experience to some intrusion of their art into their dealings with ordinary people.
Already, I knew, it would not be possible to make love to Kendra, or even hold hands with her, as innocently as we had before. Not after the games that I had played — and knew I wanted to continue to play — in just the first few days of this apprenticeship.
The next evening, when I asked Mitch if I could use the telephone he led me to a small room off the common lounge area with two phones for public use. “Apologies,” he said to me. “I should have shown you this room on the first day, when I was giving you the tour. You don’t need to ask permission.
Just use it any time you’re free. For video chats and conference calls, use the lap-top in your room. There should be a headset with it. But when you need to make quick calls to the outside world without putting clothes on, these phones are available too.”
I thanked him and punched the digits of Kendra’s phone number. “Hi sweetie,” I said to her, when she picked up. “It’s Jim. Sorry I’ve been out of touch. I hope you’re not mad at me. My life has changed completely in the last two weeks, and I have a lot to tell you.”
“Actually, I know what you’re up to,” she answered. “Waiting for your call. I phoned you at home, a few days ago, and your mom told me what you’re doing. She urged me to cut you some slack but warned me that geisha training would change you in ways that I might or might not like. Beyond that, she refused to explain, saying it was not her place to interfere, and that I should deal with you directly. She was warm and sympathetic, but didn’t actually tell me much beyond the fact that you’ve started this training, to pay your own way through school.”
“What was she talking about? What is it that I’m not going to like?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I told her. “especially over the phone. I wish we’d had a chance to meet face-to-face before I told you about it.”
“The short answer is that geishi are professionals of pleasure — of giving and receiving and sharing pleasure, and helping others to do the same. I’ve just started; but already you’ll find me a whole lot smoother, a whole lot less clumsy, than I was before.
You’ll get the benefit of my new skills; but in a way that I’ve just realized, it isn’t fair to you. Unless you’re a very quick learner, it will put you at some disadvantage — taking self-presentation lessons, and sex lessons, from me. It would have been better for our relationship if we’d fumbled along, as we were doing, and learned together. I’m more than willing to allow for this, and take things slowly.”
“Jim, I have to be honest with you,” she told me. I don’t know how I feel about what you’re doing. I want some time to think it over and get used to the idea. Meanwhile, let’s just be friends — put the sex part of our relationship on hold. Can you handle that?
“If that’s what you want, that’s the way it will have to be. I’m certainly not starved for sex here. And of course, you’re free as well. Not that I don’t value the physical part with you, but our relationship means more than that.”
“I love you, and hope we can stay together — finish our growing up together. I’m doing a lot of sexy stuff with different partners as part of the training. But nothing I’m doing here is meant to replace a private life and private relationships. Including private sexual relationships. If I’ve learned anything so far, it’s that having sex and making love are two different things.”
“We’re just out of high school, both of us. Neither of us is ready for long term commitments. But I know I want to stay friends with you. I’d love to share what I’m learning with you, but there’s no way I can unless you want that also.”
“That’s just it, Jim. I don’t think I do. What you’re doing frightens me a little. For me, kissing, petting, love making is an expression of love. I was happy to give you my virginity — partly because I was curious, sure — but also because I was taught — I’ve heard my mom say — that that sex is something that girls and women do for the guys they care about. Guys need to get their rocks off and gals enjoy helping them do it . . . with hand jobs, blow jobs, or going all the way. I’m not naive, Jim. I’m not a prude. I know what boys want, what you wanted, and I was happy to give it.”
“But you don’t need that from me any more. The way it sounds, you’re getting plenty. Sex is a skill or an art form for you now — something they’re teaching you to be good at. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I’d like to see you soon, go out with you, watch a movie, whatever. But where you’re at now, I don’t think I could keep up with you. I don’t think I want to.”
“You were taught that women give sex to get love,” I answered. “I was taught that men give love to get sex.”
“But where I am now, it doesn’t work that way. Here, I’m forbidden to cum until my partner is satisfied and gives permission. I may have to give her three or four orgasms before I get my one. And this makes sense, because a woman can climax repeatedly while her man must rest and rebuild a stock of semen before he can climax again.”
“What they’re teaching me is that men get the most pleasure if they think first of pleasing their partners — taking most of our own pleasure from giving pleasure to the other instead of working selfishly for our own. I’d love a chance to show you, if you’ll let me. Why not give it a chance? If you’re taking your pills, you have nothing to lose.”
“It’s not that simple for me, Jim. I hear what you’re saying, and it does make sense — for the girls and women who embrace their inner slut. But ‘nice’ girls are not supposed to do that. We’re supposed to be chaste and ‘pure’ — to give sex for procreation and to keep our men happy, not take sexual pleasure for its own sake. It’s a question of identity.”
“I’m not the kind of girl who would benefit from what you’re offering. At least, I haven’t been, and don’t think I want to be. Let’s stay friends for now, and give me time to change — if I am going to. I’ll talk to my mom, and maybe to a counsellor. Maybe I’ll come round to your way of thinking; maybe not. You’ll have to be patient with me, and see how it goes.”