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your assistance.”
    “Excellent.”
    “Are you ready to begin?”
    “What do you mean, am I ready? You’re going to make me come.
I’m always ready for that.”
    “Are your orgasms identical to each other?”
    Cally nearly shook her head but then she remembered the
wires. “No. Some are more intense than others. Like, the first one is always
quicker but it’s not as deep as the second one, for example. Some of them wake
me up and make me want more and some of them satisfy me and make me ready to go
to sleep.”
    “It will probably be wise for you to come as many times as
possible then. So I can collect data from all of them.”
    “No complaints here.”
    Blue plugged the wires into his brain.
    “Are we connected?” asked Cally.
    “Yes.”
    “I can’t feel anything different.”
    “There’s no reason you should.”
    “It’s sort of weird. The idea of my brain being wired to
yours.” She screwed her eyes shut tight and concentrated. “Nope. Can’t read
your mind. No, wait, I can. Blue, that’s filthy. I love it.”
    “You are joking because you’re uncomfortable. We can stop at
any time. Now, if you like.”
    “I don’t want to stop. Do you think you’ll feel everything I
can feel?”
    “This is essentially a data-collection exercise. I’ll be
amassing as much information as I can so I can analyze and categorize it and
assign similar reactions to myself. Whether I will actually feel it as you feel
it, at the same time, is uncertain. I should think it unlikely. But I’ve never
done this before. Nor has anyone as far as I am aware.”
    “We should probably be recording this for science.”
    “It will be stored in my memory. Unless you’d like to take
notes?”
    “Screw science. Let’s start.”
    Blue positioned himself, kneeling between her spread legs on
the bed.
    “That said,” Cally commented, “I do feel a little bit like
an experiment. Do you really want to do this, Blue?”
    “We will stop. You are having second thoughts.” Blue reached
for his USB port.
    “No! No, I’m not having second thoughts. I was just making
sure you want to do this. That it hasn’t all been my idea.”
    “It has been a fully consensual process.”
    “Phew. I mean—yeah. That’s what I thought. Okay, let’s get
going.”
    Blue stroked slowly and gently up her thighs, parting her
legs even wider. She was wet already—she was more or less permanently in heat
since she’d started this tryst thing with Blue. It was the unpredictability, the
exoticness, the sneaking around, the feeling she got when she was with him. The
way he was learning to play her body. Not to mention the fact that he never got
tired, nor bored of finding the smallest variation that might increase her
pleasure.
    He stared down at her, spread out in front of him, as if her
cunt was the most fascinating thing in the universe. She clenched underneath
his gaze. And then softly, with the pad of his thumb, he feathered over her
clit.
    Cally gasped.
    Blue jumped as he did when he was tickled.
    “Oh,” he said and then he did it again.
    He jumped again.
    “You’re feeling it too, aren’t you?” Cally breathed.
    “It is startling,” he replied. “I didn’t know it was so…”
    He did it again. And again. And some more.
    “Do you really feel this each time I touch you? All this?”
    “And it gets better, believe it or not.”
    “Is it—” He circled round her clit and then came back to it.
    “You must like it if you’re not completing your sentences,”
Cally said.
    She watched him. He was focused and his movements, while
still delicate and precise, had an urgency to them she had never felt before.
As if he was overwhelmed by the pleasure his touches were giving her and
himself and yet he couldn’t stop. He wanted more. He quickened his strokes on
her clitoris, sliding one finger into her.
    “Aagh,” he said.
    “Are you all right?” Cally asked, having trouble breathing
properly herself.
    He thrust his finger into her