Dorsai - Taxi

I stopped, and she did, too, before turning to face me. Taking her hands in mine, I told her "Katherine, it's okay to call me Jim, if you like – that's part of relaxing. If you have a nickname that you'd like me to use, I'd be happy to hear it. And while we're at it, I'll tell you that I'm not going to take it as anything more serious than as a term of affection and friendship if you want to call me 'dear' or 'honey' or anything else like that. I'll likely say such things to you, and mean them just that way."

The expression on her face told me that she was both pleased and relieved at what I'd just said before she told me "Yes, I'd like that, Jim – to hear words like that, and to have you call me Kat. That was what my friends called me when I was younger, and I'd like to hear YOU use it, too, because I do think of you as a friend."

I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them; she responded by smiling and telling me "Now, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Releasing her hands, I grinned and answered "Yes, dear" – making her smile before she turned and led us off again.

Once in the bathroom (which was almost as large as the living room in my apartment), she didn't hesitate to take a washcloth, wet it with some warm water, and kneel down to begin wiping off the residue of my climax. She found a small blob of my semen that I'd missed, and readily collected it on the tip of her forefinger. She gave it a tentative sniff, then used her thumb to test its texture; she hesitated a moment, then looked up at me. Before she could say anything, though, I asked "You want to taste it?"

After she gave me a small nod of her head, I told her "Go ahead, then, if you like. It isn't going to bother me any, and I'm certainly not going to be afraid to kiss you if you try it."

On hearing that, she tentatively stuck her tongue out and touched it to what she'd been examining. Her tongue didn't explode or fall off, and she apparently decided that the taste wasn't outright offensive, because she then stuck her thumb and forefinger in her mouth and sucked them clean. A couple of seconds later, she crinkled her nose and told me "It didn't taste like I thought it would. A little salty, but bland. Not like me…"

Realizing what she'd just said, she blushed furiously and looked up at me to see what my reaction would be.

I just smiled and told her "It's okay, Kat. I saw when you did it, and it didn't bother me. In fact, I thought it was pretty sexy."

"You saw, and you don't mind? You don't think I'm… strange?"

"No, I don't think you're strange. I think all of us wonder what our various secretions and fluids taste like, at some point or other. I can't fault you for being willing to taste yourself, because the way you smell makes me want to taste you, too."

"You don't think that I'm some kind of lesbian or something?"

"I don't think that you CAN be a lesbian – at least, not as long as you're willing to have sex with men. Until or unless you ever have sex with another woman, I really don't think you can know if you like women; then you'll have to decide if you like women ONLY, or if you like them more or less than men. But whether you choose to try another woman or not, and what you decide if you do… that's up to you – not me, or anyone else."

"Have you ever…"

"Been with another guy, or tasted myself?"

She nodded, and I said "Like most kids, I had a couple of experiments with another guy, but it really didn't do anything for me. As for tasting myself – well, not in any quantity, but I've gotten enough at various times to know what it's like. It was mine to start with, so I really don't worry about it all that much."

"You… you said that the way I smell… that it made you want to taste me, too. You do that?"

Grinning, I answered "I sure do. I actually like the way most of the women I've done that to taste."

"You said 'most' of the women – why not all of them?"

"The ones that I didn't like, it turned out that they weren't as careful about their… grooming as they should have been."

Satisfied with my answers, she went back to what she'd been doing and soon had me as clean as I could be. She stood up, and after setting the washcloth aside, told me "If you want to go ahead and lie down, I'll be with you in just a bit."

I closed the door to the bathroom behind me, and after turning the covers down, made myself comfortable on the bed. I was lying there with my hands behind my head when Katherine made her reappearance. As she walked over to join me, her breasts swayed in a way that absolutely fascinated me; when she got close enough, she could see where I was looking, and teasingly asked "Bottle baby?"

I grinned and answered "Damned if I remember. Yours look good, so I looked – what else can I say?"

Once she'd gotten onto the bed, she moved to lie on her back next to me; I repositioned myself so that I was on my side, then propped myself up on my elbow so that we could see each other. Putting my hand on her stomach, I told her "I already know that it's going to take a little time, probably an hour or so, before we can get involved again. You want to look at guy workings, and that's fine – but our stuff just isn't all that complicated. So we have plenty of time to talk, or cuddle, or both, if you like. We can touch as much or as little as you're comfortable with, in whatever way makes you happy. If it helps any, I like cuddling; and just touching you the way I am now, or just caressing you. Okay?"

Seeing that she was both reassured and pleased by what I'd said, I slowly lowered my head and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. When I pulled back again, I could tell that she was a little surprised at what I'd done – and perhaps a little concerned about it, too. Looking into her eyes, I said "Something else you might be interested in knowing is that despite what happened earlier today, it really isn't my way to become intimate with a woman unless there's at least a little bit of care and affection involved. I'm not saying that I'm falling madly in love with you, or anything like that – just that I am interested in you as another human being, and that I'd like to be able to express that interest and affection."

Having said that, I lowered my head to kiss her again – and she kissed me in return.

When I was looking down at her again, she told me "I have to admit that there are parts of this that I've been a little concerned about; I didn't think that you were after my money, but I have to confess that after you kissed me just now, it did cross my mind that you might be feeling that there was more between us than there really is. But what you said about being interested in me, and having just some affection for me… I'm far less apprehensive than I was before. I'm perfectly fine with having you touch me, too – it's been entirely too long since I've had that kind of contact with a man. In fact, if you'd be kind enough to lie down again, I would like to just cuddle for a while."

I didn't bother saying anything in response; I just lowered myself back down to the bed and rolled over onto my back. Katherine readily rolled onto her side to rest against me before putting her leg across mine and her arm on my chest. Once she'd settled her head into the hollow of my shoulder, I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip.

Until or unless she indicated she wanted to talk, I was content to just lie there and hold her for as long as she wanted us to stay that way. After a few minutes, I started caressing her body – just from her hip to her waist, at first, but gradually expanding my touch until my hand was tracing slow, soft patterns from her shoulders all the way down to include her delightful ass. Her only response was to wriggle a little closer to me, and release a gentle sigh of content and happiness.