Lisa POV

"So, why are you here, Lisa?" The woman prodded curiously, studying my features carefully. Honestly, I didn't know how to answer her. Having spoken to Jisoo and Chaeyoung recently, they brought up the fact that I've never been physically intimate with anyone. For a reason that enlightens me, they believe that my lifestyle is strange and unnatural. I had to disagree. To me, sex is completely unnecessary. The ability to share someone's mind and emotions is far more intriguing to me than having to result to physical intimacy. I truthfully don't see the appeal in it. From what I've learned, sex is an insurmountable list of terrible outcomes. What I do know is that sharing in deep conversation with someone cannot lead to me being physically hurt, it cannot lead to an unwanted pregnancy, and it cannot lead to any unsightly diseases. So why am I here?

"I... I don't know, exactly," I stutter, still unsure of why I'd decided to go along with this.

She gave me a curious expression and crossed her arms over her chest thoughtfully. "Are you sexually active?" She asked bluntly

The question didn't make me uncomfortable, as many had asked before, mostly men. I'd learned to be confident in my answer and not allow any further questioning on the matter, as it really wasn't of any importance.

"No," I responded simply. She nodded her head in understanding before lifting her right leg over her left and resting her hands gently on her knee. "And why is that, if I may ask?"

"I just... I don't feel the need to be," I uttered, staring down at my hands nervously. In this woman's presence, I was becoming increasingly more uneasy. Her tone with each question was kind, but I noticed that she was staring at me with such intensity that I began to feel my pulse quicken. She stared with these passionate eyes in a way that made me feel like she was trying to see past my exterior. She was looking for something more than the simple responses I was offering, and not once did she avert her gaze.

"Stop me if this is a touchy subject..." She posed her eyes heavy with anticipation as she continued.

"But, is there any underlying reason as to why you feel this way?"

"You mean... Have I ever been raped, or..." She nodded hesitantly, awaiting my answer.

"No," I told her, noticing her shoulders relax at the admittance.

"No, nothing like that. I just... I don't see the appeal, I guess." I answered truthfully.

I watched as her lips curved up into a smile. She really did have a beautiful smile. She was a beautiful girl. I could tell just by looking at her that shemust have had many a story to tell about her sexual escapades. This is not to say that she came off as 'slutty', just that she carried herself in the manner of a very experienced woman.

"That's wonderful to hear, Lisa," She told me, smiling brightly.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions? Some a bit more... personal."

I shook my head in the negative and met her gaze. "Go ahead," I said, waving my hand dismissively.

She adjusted her position on the black leather chair so that she was resting her elbowon the arm of it, her legs still crossed.

"Do you pleasure yourself?"I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand what exactly she was asking me.

"Uhm, yes. In many ways, actually," I told her. At this admittance, her smile widened.

"Great," She began. "What do you use?" She asked curiously, her eyes really boring intomine this time.

"To pleasure myself?" I confirm. She nods slightly, eagerly awaiting my response.

"I don't know..." I began. "Books, walks around my neighborhood, dance, conversation-"I planned to continue until I was halted by the sound of her throaty laughter.

"No, Lisa... What do you use to sexually pleasure yourself?"

My eyes widen as I finally come to an understanding of what I was being asked.

"Oh! No, no I don't do that!" I cover my face in embarrassment, completely dumbfounded that I was unable to catch the meaning of such an obvious question. "I'm sorry... I'm not really- I don't know a lot about this."

"That's okay," She assures, still a huge grin on her face. "So you've never masturbated before," She states. "What about visual stimulation?"

Once again, I struggle to understand her meaning. "I'm sorry..." I began and she immediately understands my plea for explanation.

"Porn, Lisa... Do you ever watch porn?" She explains. I shake my head in the negative again and watch as her eyes bore deeper into mine while she nods in understanding.

"And have you ever once felt the urge to be physically intimate with another person before?" She poses, but continues as I remain quiet. "Haven't you ever had a sexual fantasy about another person before? Has anyone ever looked at you or touched you in a way that made you feel wanted? Have ever even kissed someone before?" She finishes, nothing but curiosity in her tone.

"On the cheek..." I reply sheepishly as she shakes her head in disbelief. "No... T-to the rest of your questions," I share.

"Now, after all of that," She begins. "Have you any idea why you came here today?"I think again about everything she's asked me thus far. We've only been in this session for a little over five minutes and already my palms are sweating profusely. I'm wondering why her penetrating stare is so daunting to me. Why am I here? I sigh a deep breath and will myself not to break eye contact.

"I'm curious," I finally say.

A satisfied smile presents itself on her face as she stands to her feet, carefully inching towards me. I feel my muscles tense as her proximity increases, my hands now clenched into fists at my sides. She sits next to me on the black leather couch, again crossing her legs politely. It is now that I begin to truly take in her form as she sits silently, watching me eye her. She's dressed fittingly in a short black pencil skirt and ared blouse that exposes her cleavage. I look down to observe her questionable choice inheels; six-inch black pumps. It's obvious that she frequents heels as a choice infootwear, as the definition of her calves is unbelievable. Finally, my gaze wanders backup to her face. Voluminous brunette locks that flow in an easy wave down her shoulders, perfectly tweezed eyebrows, very light eye makeup, beautifully creamy, unblemished skin, and her lips, full and coated with a light natural colored gloss.

"You're here because you want to explore you curiosities," She states, rather than asks. I meet her gaze again and nod anyway.

"Consider me your tour guide." She husks, taking her right hand and placing it lightly on my knee. She strokes up and down my thigh with feather-like motions, causing goosebumps to rise on my exposed arms."Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Lisa." She offers, still continuing her motions along my thigh.

"I- I don't know," I tell her honestly. My mind can barely formulate a full sentence without stuttering, much less come up with a task for this woman. There is also the factor to consider that I have no idea what either of us is doing, or supposed to be doing, for that matter.

"How about this?" She inches closer, our legs now in contact with each others' and her torso pressing against my side.

"I'll take the lead and you tell me if I start to do anything you're not comfortable with. Does that sound okay?" She asks, barely above a whisper.

"I- I don't..." I start, stuttering again at the proximity of the older girl. My tone lowers to match hers, laced with hesitance. "Shouldn't I be doing this with a guy?" I ask curiously.

Her brows furrow at my question. "I don't know," She states. "Would you feel more comfortable if a man were helping you instead of me?" For whatever reason, I feel an immense amount of pressure as I consider my answer. This feels more like a question of my sexual orientation, though it doesn't seem as if-that is what she's trying to find out. I suppose a man would be much more intimidating,wouldn't they? I've been touched my other men before, similar to the way this woman was touching me now, as they hit on me in night clubs and such. But, I've also been touched my women before... Neither ever eliciting this feeling. The feeling that I feel now. I'm still not sure how to interpret the question, but I know one thing for sure. This woman, whatever she was doing felt right.

"No," I breathe in response as she smirks at me.

"Perfect," She declares, her lips beginning to move closer to mine. "Remember," She says and I can now feel her breath hitting my lips. "Stop me if you don't like it."

With the quick reminder, I nod slowly and she timidly closes the space between us, connecting our lips in a chaste kiss. I sit completely still, unsure of what to do with my own lips, but before I can even began to formulate a thought, she pulls back slightly and continues with a trail along my jaw. My temperature increases rapidly as I feel her soft skin against my own. This is definitely something I've never felt before. She brings her left hand up to cup the back of my neck as her lips meet mine again. This time, more prepared, I begin to mimic her motions. I feel her thumb begin to gently stroke my jawline and I realize that my hands are still firmly planted on at mysides. Hesitantly, I bring them to rest awkwardly on her shoulders and immediately feel her smile into the kiss. I pull away in embarrassment."I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing," I confess, bringing my hands back to my sides.

She stands from her place beside me and offers her hand to me. I take it, standing along with her, still finding it a bit difficult to maintain eye contact for longer than a few seconds. Before I can protest, she's leading me to a door towards the back of the office, my hand remaining in hers all the while. She twists the knob of the door with her free hand and pushes it open, stepping inside as I follow close behind her.The room is dark, at first, and all I can make out are the shimmering sheets of the bed. She quickly flips the light switch on and my sights are confirmed. The lighting is still surprisingly dim, but I can see a large bed in the center of the room set with a black silk comforter and matching pillows. The color scheme of the rest of the room is similar,black everything with scanty highlights of red. Against the far wall, there is a rather large mirror that reflects the bed and the door we're standing in front of. She releases my hand and gestures to the bed in front of us.

"Have a seat," She calmly instructs. I obey and take a spot on the edge of the bed, watching her closely without actually meeting her gaze. She takes a seat on a couch just opposite the bed and eyes me carefully, crossing her legs once again.

"I get the sense that you're not very comfortable having somebody else touch you theway that I did. Am I right?" She questions smoothly.

She was absolutely right. I hadn't ever been kissed up until a few minutes ago and it felt so foreign... But it didn't exactly feel bad. My chest felt tight when she kissed me, kind of like I had just ran a marathon and was struggling to catch my breath.

I settle for nodding conclusively, clasping my hands together in front of me.

"What I'm about to suggest is not something I often do for clients during their first visits..." She began, an intent look in her eyes. "But you're a special case, Lisa, and I'd like you to maintain an open mind for me." I shrug, unsure of what to expect, as she rises from the couch.

"I think it's very important that you know your body better than anybody else," She started, her tone completely serious. "If you don't know what makes you feel good, how will your partner know? Do you know what I mean?"

Not really, I thought to myself, but I nodded assuredly anyway, awaiting her nextsentence.

"I'd like you to touch yourself, Lisa." She stated.

Whoa. What? "Here?" I ask her worriedly. "Like... In front of you?" "I am supposed to be helping, aren't I?" The woman asked. "Or do you already know exactly what to do?"

I shake my head, still very much unsure of what she's asking me to do. I'm not evensure that I want this part of me to be exposed. I don't know if I want sex to become apart of my life, at all. What was I thinking when I told her I was curious? I don't know! I didn't know what to expect! I'm almost sure it wasn't this, though...

"Lisa, I want you to feel comfortable here. I know that might be asking a lot, but you came to settle your curiosities and I'd really like to make that happen for you."

"I don't even know your name..." I voice the first of my concerns to her, realizing that she failed to mention it when I first entered the office.

She smiles at my honesty and takes a seat next to me on the bed. "Some clients don't like that sense of familiarity while here, so I omit telling them... But if you'd really liketo know..." She trails off, eyeing me questioningly. I nod expectantly. "It's Jennie. Jennie Kim"

Jennie Kim. For whatever reason, putting a name to the face is very comforting to me. That sense of familiarity was a great feeling. My shoulders relax upon hearing her say it anda small smile graces itself on my lips.

"Okay, Jennie," I start, still a bit hesitant. "What... What should I do?"

"You can start by getting more comfortable," She suggests.

My confusion hits again as I glance down at the bed beneath me curiously.

She giggles at my cluelessness. "Your clothes, Lisa. You might want to take a few things off," She continues, gesturing to my ensemble.

I meet her gaze skeptically but proceed in removing my jacket. She takes it and tosses iton the couch opposite us. I kick my shoes off next, in the same direction. One by one, articles of clothing are being thrown off the side carelessly until I'm down to just my bra and panties. I suddenly feel self-conscious as I notice Jennie eyeing me again, letting her eyes wander, undeterred. I cross my arms over my chest and look to the floor.

"Your figure is stunning, Lisa." She assures, gently pulling my arms away from my chest. "You should never hide it."

I let a small smile creep onto my face. What do I do now? How do I respond to that?Before I have time to formulate a sentence, she speaks up.

"Would you consider taking off your bra?" She inquires.

I look up at her apprehensively. "I- I'm not sure if I want to..." I trail off.

"It's okay, Lisa." She assures me. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with... But I really think it would benefit you."

Why is everything she says so reassuring to me? At this point, I'm almost convinced that if she were to casually suggest that jumping off of a building would improve my health, I would believe her! How does she do that? An hour ago, I wouldn't have felt comfortable seeing myself naked, much less letting someone else see me. Nonetheless, I slowly begin to reach behind me and unclasp my bra, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. This time I don't attempt to cover my chest, as I know she'll only protest.

"What do I do know?" I ask her timidly

Through various instruction, I land myself laid back on the bed as Jennie sits beside me. She tells me I should just feel it. Feel what, exactly? I don't know. The moment? Myself? This is all so foreign to me and I don't even know where to begin. I voice my concern to her and she grabs my right wrist in response.

"Our goal tonight is to achieve an orgasm," She explains as she guides my wrist up and down my stomach ever so slowly.

"Are you okay with that?"

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