Teaching jj

Chaper 9

Just how far over the edge, Emily never could have anticipated. JJ's hands gripped the comforter so tightly her knuckles turned white as her clit throbbed and pulsed against Emily's mouth, as the warm gush of salty fluid that squirted out from inside of her and hit Emily's chin, soaking the bedsheets below, as JJ came and came and came, for at least a full minute, her body giving one last final shudder before she pushed Emily's head away, gasping for breath.

Emily moved upward, maneuvering JJ's body to encircle it in a fierce, protective embrace as she kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, whispering soft, comforting words into her ear.

"I ... I'm so disgusting," JJ sobbed suddenly.

Emily pulled back to look into her eyes, disheartened by the tears streaming down her face. "No, you're not!" Emily responded, baffled. "You're beautiful. That was absolutely beautiful."

"But I ... I urinated all over ..."

Oh, that's what this was about. JJ had never had a G-spot orgasm before. Emily shook her head, grinning despite herself. "No, baby. It's not urine. You ejaculated."

"I - I what?" JJ asked incredulously.

"Come here." Emily sat up, gesturing for JJ to follow. She put her nose in the wet spot, deeply inhaling the tart, salty scent. "It's not urine. It's because you had a G-spot orgasm. Go on, smell it yourself and you'll see."

Hesitantly, JJ put her face over the comforter and sniffed, immediately realizing that the liquid wasn't urine. "I ... I ejaculated? Like a guy? I thought that only happened in porn and that it was all fake?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope. You had two kinds of orgasms. A clitoral orgasm from my tongue and a G-spot orgasm from my fingers."

"Doesn't it disgust you, though?" JJ wanted to know, her eyes filling with tears.

"Not at all. The opposite, actually. I think it's so sexy ... so amazing what women's bodies are capable of," Emily mused. "What your body is capable of."

JJ unexpectedly threw her arms around Emily, tears dripping from down her face and onto Emily's shoulders. "I've never felt anything like that before. I think ... I think I'm in love with you, Emily. No, I know I am. I'm in love with you."

Emily froze imperceptibly. Uh-oh. How could she have been so blind, so stupid? It was Sex with Straight Girls 101: do not allow them to confuse orgasms with love, because they will eventually realize that they don't love you: they only love how you make them feel. And then, inevitably, they'll leave you heartbroken.

Emily closed her eyes tightly, running a comforting hand up and down JJ's back. If she had felt so completely heartbroken when JJ had married Will, then she didn't even want to imagine how much worse she would feel when JJ returned to him. When she dismissively wrote Emily off as either a fling or as a training course in sexual discovery.

Because Emily knew that the question wasn't whether JJ would break Emily's heart and shatter her entire world.

The question was when.