A Penny of Secrets - 0304

-03: Jenna-Two more weeks in, Dr. Johnson had given me homework; and not the type that could be written up and submitted at the end of the week.* He had wrapped it in a little gift box after an uneventful Friday session; I hid it in my bag until I was alone in my dorm room.* The box sat in front of me on my bed, open.* A small, baby blue bullet vibrator nested inside the box in tissue paper, with only a short note on the back of his business card:Enjoy three times. -Dr. JThree times?* Did that mean I had to use it all weekend?* For how long?* How did it even work?I felt dizzy from the wave of additional questions I had and my professor was already gone for the weekend.* I could feel my anxiety in the pit of my stomach as I picked up the vibrator, trying to find any sort of instructions on it.* All I could find was the power button.* He hadn?t mentioned masturbation yet; he still regularly just used the leather straps to tie me down to the rigid chair, making observations, asking me questions about how I felt and if I wanted more.Two days ago he tried to put a cloth blindfold on me and I had a panic attack.Not one that could easily settle?it was a full-blown escort bursa panic attack and he had to untie me, and I needed to grab my emergency medication from my bag.* He moved on quickly from the idea of blindfolding me, waving it off as a standard test of my limits.Apparently, I have a preference for watching what is being done to me.?Are you googling how to use a vibrator??My thoughts had deafened my senses of the outside world and I nearly fell off my desk chair when my roommate posed the question.* ?JESUS?you scared the shit out of me??Jenna took a respective step back, but sat on my bed and took the vibrator from the box.* ?Ooooh, where?d you get this?* This looks fun!?My cheeks burned red and I shifted uncomfortably on my chair.* ?I thought you were gone for the weekend,? I mumbled awkwardly.?Was this a gift?* Oh my god?I heard that this prof was a perv.??Jenna??I moved from my chair to the bed, grabbing the vibrator and the note from Jenna?s hands.* Jenna was grinning in a way I had never seen before.* ?So you?re a slut???What?!* No!? My cheeks burned more as I struggled to close up the box with the items bursa merkez escort inside.Jenna and I only met as roommates, but when in close quarters, it?s easy to become confidants.* Jenna was an honest, extroverted party girl with a boyfriend.* And she loved to tease me about my ?lack of experience?, whatever that was supposed to mean.I guess googling ?how to masturbate? is what she meant by it.?So?* What?s going on with Professor Perv?? Jenna interrupted my thoughts again, the crude comment making me flinch.?Please don?t call him that.* Makes me feel? icky.?Jenna scoffed.* ?He?s the icky one.?She took the box from my lap and opened it again.* ?So, do you really not know how to use this??I exhaled a sigh of defeat.* ?I don?t know, Jenna.* I?m apparently way out of my depth and it?s freaking me out.* He?s been trying to help me relax or something but I just feel more and more? Freaked out.??Has he had sex with you???No?no.??So why the vibrator toy???I guess? he wants me to play with myself?* Give myself release because I?m just so tense?* I don?t know.* You saw his note?it?s vague as hell.??Sounds like bursa escort he wants you to masturbate with it three times.?I frowned, shifting uncomfortably on my bed.* ?Well, when you put it that way??The way Jenna looked at me was making me squirm.* Something in her smile that gave the insight that she knew I didn?t know what I was doing?And that she was going to help me.She pressed the power button of the vibrator and I could hear the very faint buzzing noise.?Do you trust me?* As your roommate and close, personal friend?? she asked, her voice changed to a quiet, supportive tone.?I?* I guess??The smile Jenna had on her lips seemed trusting, but also? devilish.?Then let me help.?---PS-A little aside: no, I was not a virgin.* I had a boyfriend in high school: he broke my hymen with his fingers in senior year, and we had what could technically be called sex during prom weekend.* By that, I mean we made out for a few minutes before he put on a condom, thrusted inside me for fifteen seconds, then fell onto the bed beside me, satisfied and accomplished.I was left with the concern that that was all sex was.My parents never talked to me about sex or anything regarding being a teenager with hormones.* In hindsight, I have a feeling they literally only had sex once and that was to conceive me.* If I ever tried to broach the subject, both would shift uncomfortably in their seats and tell me that the conversation was inappropriate for that moment in time.