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"So when was the last time you even had sex?"
Kenya Frasier is a 26 year old writer who meets Rob Pilatus at a support group and they form a deep bond by exploring and balancing their sex lives...
"Hello again everyone. I hope all of you had a pretty good last couple of weeks. The power outage appeared to have lasted longer than we predicted" Dr. Harper tells the group. "This week's topic will focus on sex and sexuality". The expressions of the members are mixed, from excitement to anxiety to in between. "Our experiences with sex and sexuality are based on exposures and our environment. How is sex and sexuality explored and treated. Is it something that is open for discussion? Were we told to keep our heads in the books? How do the people we know feel about it? Nervous? Accepting? Is it treated as something sacred or something to be ashamed? How about our own attitudes? How do we look at sex? Do we enjoy sex and sharing that bond with someone or is it seen as a chore? Do we see ourselves living without it or living for it?" No one responds as the doctor continues. "The floor is open to anyone wanting to share their feelings on this topic. We only ask that you don't make it too graphic and we respect the feelings of each other".
A moment passes before one member responds and tells their story on how he grew up about sex not really being discussed in his family, due to religion. One of the things brought up about it was those who identified in said religion are to wait until marriage. This member has struggled with this, as his peers would harass him and often accused him of not being attracted to the opposite sex, before meeting and marrying his wife years ago. His wife would suggest certain things to try, but he would feel uncomfortable, thinking he would not be able to satisfy her. The two started having trouble communicating and it would get to where the amount of times they have sex would drop to once every few months. Even going to a medical doctor and counselor wasn't working, so they recommended they talk to Dr. Harper. At first the member wouldn't hear of it, due to his pride, but since attending, he has begun opening up to his wife more and their first child is due at the end of the year.
The other members congratulate him and the next one speaks of his experience. This continues for the rest of the hour, from one member revealing the time she came out to her parents when falling in love with her best friend, to another member covering his shame with alcohol to hide being a victim of sexual abuse by a family member. Eventually, Rob shares his story on how sex was something he felt he had to have. He was having sex to make up from falling 'behind', thinking he was missing out. He even admits that the number of women throwing themselves at him was growing after becoming famous and they would do anything to be with him and Fab. Rob continues his story and acknowledges how difficult it would become to tell who really loved him from those who just loved that he was famous. When the fame went away, so did many of the women, resulting in Rob making those expensive 900 number calls.
After he finishes, Kenya mentions her story of growing up dealing with the spiel of 'good girls don't think about sex' and other restrictive and foolish notions. Girls were told to have respect for themselves by keeping their head in the books and their legs closed. Any girl who didn't follow these 'rules', run the risk of being talked about, shaming their family. Somehow, the boys were allowed to do what they wanted, as long as they didn't have to tell their parents that they were having a baby. By the time Kenya grew up, she realized how unreasonable that has been. She listened to those so-called 'respectability' politics, where were her suitors? It led to her thinking something was wrong with her, otherwise why would the guys not ask her out.
Some of the members agree that those standards are confusing and frustrating and the meeting wraps up for the week. After everyone heads home, Rob goes to Kenya's apartment and knocks on the door. She answers and lets him inside. Kenya was about to write a new poem, but is stuck on the first line. "You seem pretty tense. Are you OK?" Rob asks in concern. "Yeah, I'm fine. Tonight's meeting took me by surprise". Kenya starts to pace, while he sees her about to start writing. "Damn, why can't I start the next part?". Kenya goes to grab a chocolate bar and bites into half of it, before reaching for another. Rob sees this and takes it before she can grab it out the cabinet. "Hey, that's mine!". "Kenya, you're going to make yourself sick. Come here". She goes to him. "Do you remember when I asked when's the last time you had sex?". "I rather forget that, but yes". They move to her living room.
"It's just...I wasn't trying to be rude or funny or anything. In one of my other treatments, some other people would have triggers, like hide under their jackets, or start to panic or eat a lot of sweets to forget what's bothering them". "I don't know what you're talking about" she denies. "Kenya...did Andre make you anything you didn't want to do?". "No. We had sex, but it wasn't like what I thought it would be. I didn't feel that spark, that magic that comes from doing it and I only kept doing it because I thought I had to. I know it sounds silly, but he was my first. I didn't want to be left out".
Rob listens and holds Kenya to comfort her. "It's so frustrating, you're told not to do it, or risk being called easy, but then you're expected to know what to do when that time comes. I don't even know what to ask for sometimes". Rob looks into her sad eyes and holds her face. "Kenya, when have you really looked at yourself?". "What do you mean?". "Have you looked in the mirror to see yourself?". "I still don't understand what you're talking about". "Where's your bedroom?". "Down the hall, why?" Rob picks her up and they go to her room to see a full length mirror.
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Rob sets Kenya down in front of the mirror. "This is what I mean. Have you looked at yourself naked?" he whispers in her ear. Kenya shakes her head. "If you see what I see, you'll love it, too. Now watch as I show you what I see". Rob slowly unbuttons her blouse and takes it off, keeping on her bra. Kenya starts to relax as he pushes down each strap, kissing her bare shoulders. He unhooks her bra and takes it off to hold her breasts in the palm of his hands. "Do you like what you see so far?" Rob asks, stroking her nipples and softly squeezing her breasts. "Mmm hmm..." she swoons. Rob roams his fingers across her navel, causing her to giggle. He pulls down her skirt and panties, making her completely nude. Rob strokes her legs and holds her close. "You feel so nice and smooth. You know that song I played last time?" Kenya nods. "I started that the night after I met you and when I play my guitar, I hold it like this, like I'm pressing myself against you" Rob whispers again, massaging her thigh. Kenya feels Rob's hardness against her lower back. "That's what I see when I look at you" he moves to the door, when Kenya stops him.
"Hold on, there's some things I can see in you, too" she says, pulling him back. They continue the exercise, where Kenya takes off Rob's clothes and playfully ruffles his chest hair. "You like my chest hair, don't you?" he says, laughing. "Yes, it's so soft and fluffy". "So, you like my chest and think I have a cute butt". Kenya looks in shock. "Where did you see that, Rob?". "I didn't, I made it up". "Oh...nevermind". "OK...forget I said that, even though you're thinking it right now". They continue to tease each other a little more. It is after midnight and they lay in Kenya's bed, talking some more. After a while they rest, with Rob wrapping his arms around her. Kenya gets a feeling of calm and serene, as she looks at Rob's sleeping form and turns off the light, before laying her head on the pillow, curling up next to him.
