pages. It's like my brain indexes everything and I can pull up any page whenever I want. Sometimes it's creepy. I mean, there's stuff you read that you might not want to remember.”
I tried to get my head around this. “You mean that anything you see, any experience you have is held permanently in your memory?”
“Not exactly. I have to concentrate. Totally focus. But once it's in there, I can almost always recall it. If I don't concentrate, it's more like regular memory, I guess. Although I do remember a lot of shit. It's called eidetic memory. I'm not really all that brilliant, you see. I just have a remarkable memory.”
“You said you had an IQ of 204.”
“That was true, but who knows how accurate those tests are. I test well. My brain works fast and I can analyze stuff. See patterns. But it might be because I'm young. I don't know how long it'll last. In fact, I think I'm not as good at remembering things now as I was a few years ago.” In one of her abrupt mood changes, she smiled at me, the teasing light coming into her eyes. “When I'm as ancient as you, I probably won't remember shit.”
“Hey! I'm only twenty-four.”
“Yeah, but aren't guys supposed to hit their sexual peak at nineteen?”
“Let's see how long you remember this,” I drawled, as I started tonguing her again.
Rory
It’s hard to articulate how happy Griff made me.
I wanted to grin and giggle and laugh all the time.
I don’t know what it was about him. About us. About being together. It felt so natural. So right.
I tried not to think too much about it because once I got logical and, yes, sensible, I knew it’d probably all fly to pieces. I had to dwell in the moment. In the now .
I’d never had a lover like him. The guys I knew might all get top grades in stuff like math and physics and bioengineering, but Griff was some kind of champion at fucking. And he really knew his way around a girl’s vagina.
The few men I’d boned had made it all about them. Their dicks, which I was supposed to admire. Their ability to last a long time, no matter how dry I was as they rasped in and out of me. Or, if they couldn’t last, their ability to get hard again soon.
Arousing me and bringing me to orgasm was something they wanted, yeah, but most of them had no clue about how that was done. It was kinda up to me. I was supposed to be all hot and slick and ready to go as soon as they unzipped. I was supposed to come before they did so they could take pride in that and maybe brag to their friends. I was supposed to want to fuck like a bunny with little effort from them and tell them afterward what great lovers they were.
Seriously, sex was easier with a vibrator. It didn’t have any feelings. No ego to stroke. And it pretty much worked all the time.
Anyway, I’d come to the conclusion that I was bad at partnered sex. I’d thought maybe I should even try it with another woman. At least she would understand how my body worked. But I wasn’t attracted to women, which I often thought was a shame. Life would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with the male of the species.
But Griff was proving me wrong about that.
He was about as alpha a male as I could imagine—bad boy tough. The kind of dude I could easily envision on a big old motorbike with leather duds stretched over his hard muscles and his vest open to show off his badass tats, of which he had quite a few.
Weren’t guys like that supposed to be rough, selfish lovers who knew even less about pleasuring a woman than a book-loving, sexually-informed nerd?
Apparently not.
“Lie back and spread those pretty legs for me,” he said after breakfast when we climbed back into his big bed. “I need to taste you.”
I scrambled to obey. There was something about his low, husky voice that made me soft and juicy every time he spoke to me. Especially when he gave me orders. No one had ever done that and it was super hot.
He kissed and licked his way up the inside
I tried to get my head around this. “You mean that anything you see, any experience you have is held permanently in your memory?”
“Not exactly. I have to concentrate. Totally focus. But once it's in there, I can almost always recall it. If I don't concentrate, it's more like regular memory, I guess. Although I do remember a lot of shit. It's called eidetic memory. I'm not really all that brilliant, you see. I just have a remarkable memory.”
“You said you had an IQ of 204.”
“That was true, but who knows how accurate those tests are. I test well. My brain works fast and I can analyze stuff. See patterns. But it might be because I'm young. I don't know how long it'll last. In fact, I think I'm not as good at remembering things now as I was a few years ago.” In one of her abrupt mood changes, she smiled at me, the teasing light coming into her eyes. “When I'm as ancient as you, I probably won't remember shit.”
“Hey! I'm only twenty-four.”
“Yeah, but aren't guys supposed to hit their sexual peak at nineteen?”
“Let's see how long you remember this,” I drawled, as I started tonguing her again.
Rory
It’s hard to articulate how happy Griff made me.
I wanted to grin and giggle and laugh all the time.
I don’t know what it was about him. About us. About being together. It felt so natural. So right.
I tried not to think too much about it because once I got logical and, yes, sensible, I knew it’d probably all fly to pieces. I had to dwell in the moment. In the now .
I’d never had a lover like him. The guys I knew might all get top grades in stuff like math and physics and bioengineering, but Griff was some kind of champion at fucking. And he really knew his way around a girl’s vagina.
The few men I’d boned had made it all about them. Their dicks, which I was supposed to admire. Their ability to last a long time, no matter how dry I was as they rasped in and out of me. Or, if they couldn’t last, their ability to get hard again soon.
Arousing me and bringing me to orgasm was something they wanted, yeah, but most of them had no clue about how that was done. It was kinda up to me. I was supposed to be all hot and slick and ready to go as soon as they unzipped. I was supposed to come before they did so they could take pride in that and maybe brag to their friends. I was supposed to want to fuck like a bunny with little effort from them and tell them afterward what great lovers they were.
Seriously, sex was easier with a vibrator. It didn’t have any feelings. No ego to stroke. And it pretty much worked all the time.
Anyway, I’d come to the conclusion that I was bad at partnered sex. I’d thought maybe I should even try it with another woman. At least she would understand how my body worked. But I wasn’t attracted to women, which I often thought was a shame. Life would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with the male of the species.
But Griff was proving me wrong about that.
He was about as alpha a male as I could imagine—bad boy tough. The kind of dude I could easily envision on a big old motorbike with leather duds stretched over his hard muscles and his vest open to show off his badass tats, of which he had quite a few.
Weren’t guys like that supposed to be rough, selfish lovers who knew even less about pleasuring a woman than a book-loving, sexually-informed nerd?
Apparently not.
“Lie back and spread those pretty legs for me,” he said after breakfast when we climbed back into his big bed. “I need to taste you.”
I scrambled to obey. There was something about his low, husky voice that made me soft and juicy every time he spoke to me. Especially when he gave me orders. No one had ever done that and it was super hot.
He kissed and licked his way up the inside
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