One-Forty or Less – Chapter 16

After several hours of working Sasha finally waved her hands in surrender. “I need to stop. My brain is mush.” Sasha sighed, exasperated. There was just so much dry information to remember. “How do you keep all of this in your brain!?”

Jonathan shrugged, “It’s easy.”

“Maybe for you.”

“It’s just mnemonics.”

“Meh whats?”

“Mnemonics. I have systems in place for memorizing information quickly.”

“Systems?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Ok, teach me one of those so I can memorize the rest of this stuff. Otherwise, I’m dead.”

Jonathan opened his mouth to speak but Sasha put her hand up, “After a little break. My brain needs space.”

“Your brain needs rest and a dose of glucose.”

“Ice cream and a nap? Sounds like a plan.”

Jonathan looked at her quizzically unable to determine if this was a joke or not.

“Come on genius, I’m not joking, let’s go get ice cream.”

After Jonathan drove them to a popular ice cream shop off campus they sat down. Sasha looked hungrily at her ice cream covered brownie as Jonathan attempted to count how many nuts were on his sundae.

“So, Jonathan,”

“Yes?”

“I’m assuming you don’t have a girlfriend right now right?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Right, because if you did you wouldn’t have jumped into the shower with me right?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“When,” Sasha took a large slurp of melting ice cream, “when’s the last time you were in a relationship?”

“With a girl?”

Sasha looked up from her treat, “Uh or whoever, I guess. Not judging.”

Jonathan raised his eyebrow in confusion, “High school.”

“Oh so not that long ago,” Sasha nodded then realized her mistake.

“I graduated from high school when I was…”

“Eleven, shit that’s right. So geez that was a long time ago then.”

“I suppose. Depends on your frame of reference.”

“So, have you been–”

“–with a woman?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Wait what?”

“You asked if I’m a virgin. I’m not.”

Sasha stared at the young man in confusion, “but you said your last girlfriend was in high school.”

“She was, but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to have sex with someone when not in a relationship.”

Thinking back to last night Sasha felt guilty for making that assumption, “I suppose not, no. So have you been with–a lot of girls?”

“Again, it depends on your frame of reference. I could say that yes, I’ve been with a lot of girls if I was comparing myself to you perhaps, but if I was comparing myself to someone like Magic Johnson then I would say no. Not that many.”

“Magic Johnson? Wait–comparing yourself to me?”

“Yes. You slept with that girl from last night didn’t you?”

“What? How–”

“So that makes one for you. I’ve been with more than one woman so that might seem like a lot compared to you.”

“–hold up how did you know I slept with her?”

“I drove you two back to your place late at night. I never drove her home, and when I was in your room this morning it smelt like the other woman’s perfume.”

“Jesus. You’re like a young Sherlock Holmes or something.”

“Thank you. He’s actually one of my greatest fictional idols of all time.” he beamed and finally thrust his spoon into his melting sundae having completed the task of counting peanuts.

“Ok, but please be discrete. I don’t want everyone knowing.”

“Except Iria.”

“Except Iria,” Sasha nodded. She stirred her spoon into the mushy brownie that was left. “I’m still curious Jonathan. How many girls?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Twenty-two?”

“Yes.”

“But–how?”

“Most were one on one but a few times–”

“–no I meant. Wait what? Most were one on one? What do you mean most?”

Jonathan looked at Sasha blankly for a moment. “Most as in the majority were one on one. There were a few times that I was with several girls simultaneously.”

“You mean–like a threesome?”

“Yes.”

Sasha stared at the young man and just mouthed the word without saying it, “How?”

“How?”

She nodded.

“Well–I suppose you’re asking how I managed to have sex with them, not in the manner in which I had sex with them, correct?”

She nodded her head, confirming his deduction.

“You’re asking how, because that seems like a high number to you given my age and the fact I’m not what you consider to be sexually appealing.”

She shook her head again, “No I didn’t mean it like that–I just–I don’t know–”

“It’s alright, sexual attractiveness is very subjective. So to answer your question, it was because of my dad.”

“Your dad?” Sasha scrunched her face up in confusion.

“Yes. He’s not–like me. He’s what you would call, normal.”

“Ok.”

“He was worried that because of my behavior I’d be denied access to female companionship. He was right to think so. I know I’m smart, but I miss a lot of social cues and it makes being with a woman awkward. They don’t see me as a potential mate, only some nerdy weird kid.”

Sasha nodded. A flash of regret shot through her brain as she realized that was exactly how she saw him. “So, what, your dad gave you tips on how to score with women?”

“I suppose he did a little bit, but the biggest thing he did was take me to the swinger club he and mom used to go to.”

“Swinger club?”

“Yes. My parents used to be swingers before my mom got sick and passed. Normally they don’t let single guys in by themselves, but they made an exception for me and my dad.”

“Still, isn’t it weird to have your dad there?”

“Well, he didn’t watch. He just drove me there, explained the rules, and let me explore.”

Sasha’s mind couldn’t help but wander, thinking about the sights that Jonathan had seen in this club. She smirked despite herself. “So you had your first time? At a swingers club?”

Jonathan nodded, “Dad said it would better to learn from the best.”

“I suppose that makes sense. They’d definitely be comfortable with the subject.”

He nodded again, “Yes, so my dad and I went every second Friday for a while after I turned 18.”

“Jesus, so it was with different people every time?”

“Yes. Actually, men kept bringing me their wives. I guess I got a reputation.”

Sasha thought of Jonathan’s naked body in the shower and smiled, “I bet. So all of the women, all of the twenty-two were at this club?”

“No, not all. Seventeen of them were, the rest were elsewhere.”

Sasha shook her head still in disbelief. Seventeen? Twenty-two? Here she was, three years older than him, and she’d been with two guys total. One a slightly drunken moment at prom that was thankfully over quickly, and the other was her ex-boyfriend that she met in her first year in university. Since him, she had been the model of chastity, though not really by choice. Somehow after the first year, it got harder to meet guys who she really thought had potential. It was hard not to feel like she was missing out. Especially with Iria as a roommate now. “Elsewhere? What do you mean?”

“Well, one of the women was a teacher’s aide at the university. We met at the club, but then when I ran into her on campus she wanted to set up some parties that weren’t at the club.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she had told her friends about me I guess so they wanted to have a girls night with me as their entertainment.”

He said it so deadpanned Sasha couldn’t help but laugh. “So what you did a strip show for them?”

“No, they did one for me. Then we had sex.”

“How many were there? Like, how many friends?”

“Five.”

“Five?” Sasha laughed again shaking her head, “You had a—uh fivesome?”

“Not really. She had five friends there, so that actually makes six total, and seven if you add me. I don’t think there’s a name for that, though.”

“Yeah there is, it’s a fucking orgy! Un-fucking-believable!” Sasha exclaimed louder than she intended. Multiple patrons in the parlor turned to look at her but she avoided their eyes.

“I guess.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “It was fun, but I wouldn’t do it again.”

“Why?”

“It’s too complicated. Trying to keep track of everyone and everything is hard, even for me.”

Sasha laughed again, “I suppose. Did the girls get jealous when you weren’t–giving them attention?”

He nodded, “Yes I suppose so, but they also did some lesbian stuff like you so it kept them occupied.”

Sasha blushed, “Hey I told you to keep that quiet.”

“We should get back. You need to study.”

The whole drive back Sasha sat in silence. She felt like she’d been missing out her whole adult life. Her sexual adventure passport only had a single stamp right now and she felt the driving urge to fill it up.

Jonathan parked and without a moment’s hesitation strode over to her side of the car to let her out. She took his hand in hers and looked at him. “Jonathan?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think–” she nibbled on her lip nervously, “–do you think you could take me to this club sometime?”

He helped her out of the vehicle and looked at her passively. He seemed to be mulling over the question longer than Sasha would have expected. “I’m not sure if you’re mature enough for it.”

“Mature enough? I’m older than you are Jonathan. I think I’m plenty mature.”

“Yes, you’re older than me, but I don’t know if you’re ready for the experience Sasha.” He placed his hand on her shoulder briefly, before letting it drop. “You’re still embarrassed about last night with the other girl.”

Sasha blushed involuntarily and shook her head in defiance. “I’m not–embarrassed. I’m just–cautious.”

“What happens then if you come to the club and you see people you know there? What if you come and you see one of your profs? Or a friend’s parents? Or your parents? Could you handle that situation?”

Sasha stood for a moment, mulling over the question just as he did, “I’d like to think I could–but you’re probably right.”

“I am.”

“Iria says I need to be more comfortable in my own skin.”

“She’s correct.”

“Well, how am I supposed to do that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t have all the answers, Sasha. I’m just your tutor.”

He smirked and Sasha caught herself admiring him. “Uh huh.” she clapped him on the shoulder, “Ok then Mr. Know-it-all, lead the way.” she motioned to her apartment building and the odd couple walked on.  

 

As they walked, Sasha watched Jonathan move in front of her. Her brain stripped away his clothes and she found herself gawking at his nakedness. His smooth skin and slight figure rippling with cords of muscle just below the surface. She imagined him sitting atop a throne in some medieval period piece as supplicants offered up their wives for his satisfaction. At his feet, she saw herself, naked except for a couple of ornamental gold plated chains. She was looking up at him longingly but Jonathan didn’t return her gaze. He was looking at another random woman being offered to him, utterly bored. She saw herself reaching up to touch him and he finally looked at her. Sasha shuddered again, concentrating on studying was going to be difficult.

 

 

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