CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

FRIDAY CONTINUED

Steph knelt quietly, waiting. Ranger had left the room. She was alone and 'square breathing' to force her body to relax. Flashes of her recent orgasm still bounced randomly through her nerve network sending conflicting urges. Part of her wanted to get up and run, not from anything or to anything; just run and relieve her muscles of the pent-up energy not used during her sudden climax. Chemicals, normally purged from those muscles during the physical act, were screaming for their own release. The other part of her just wanted to take a nap and relish the afterglow of that same climax. All she could do was kneel and wait…and breathe.

Ranger returned and she sensed him standing in front of her. His deep, slow and sensual voice made any physical discomfort she was battling disappear. "Let's try something a little less physically demanding for a while. Without sight, all of our other senses are heightened, as you so recently and beautifully demonstrated. Here, tell me what you smell."

Something was placed close to her nose and she inhaled deeply. "No, no Stephanie," he corrected as he pulled the item from her proximity. "Sniff. Sniff delicately. Seek out the scent, don't vacuum it up. Find it. Explore it. Identify it. What is it?"

Again, he placed the item in front of her. This time, as commanded, she ventured slowly. She sniffed. He had been correct. With her first attempt, her mind was deluged with all the odors around her. Not the least of which was the lingering aroma of Ranger's Bvlgari shower gel. Now she sensed something delicate…something sweet. What was it? Yes! "A strawberry! It's a strawberry," she almost shouted in her joy of recognition.

There was a chuckle in Ranger's voice, and a kindness there, too. "Good girl! Now stick out your tongue." He always enjoyed this part of the training. But to be experiencing it with his Babe made the entire process wonderful. He was delighting in awakening her senses. I'm glad she cannot see the shit-eating grin on my face, he thought as he gently squeezed the strawberry and allowed a few drops to settle on her outstretched tongue. "Taste its sweetness. Taste its flavor. Is that not the most delicious, most berry of strawberries?"

Ranger was right. As she rolled the drops around in her mouth all she could taste was berry and sweet. "Now, take a bite." He placed the strawberry to her lips and, as instructed, she bit down. She was oblivious to the juice running down her chin. All she concentrated on was the berry's meaty texture and wonderful taste. There wasn't just one texture. There was a fibrous feel, yet it was creamy. She had never noticed the little bumps inside a strawberry, only the seeds on the outside. She could actually feel and taste the slight difference between the bland inner core and the succulent surrounding fruit.

How did he do that? How did he find the most perfect strawberry in the entire world? And he found it for me! "This is so delicious!" She had forgotten about the 'no talking' rule. Ranger made no mention of it either. He was enjoying himself way too much to allow the Dom side of him to demand control.

"Here, take a sip of water and roll it around in your mouth before swallowing. It will clear your palate for your next experience." He didn't use the word 'test.' He didn't want any pressure to destroy the joy of exploration on her face. He wished he could join her in experiencing newness. Suddenly, it dawned on him. I am experiencing this with her. This whole arrangement is new to me. Her excitement at new sensations is becoming my excitement at sharing. God, thank you. This could work!

Taking a seat, crossed-legged next to her, Ranger reached for the next item on the plate. He held a wedge of lemon to her nose. "And this? What is this?"

Steph was surprised by her adventure. She enjoyed how her cheeks imploded when she bit into the sour flesh of the lemon. She was shocked that the inviting smell of chocolate morphed into the very bitter taste of unsweetened cocoa on her tongue. And an anchovy may smell like a fish, but in reality it was just mushy salt. They were on the floor together, laughing and exploring new things. But the final taste was yet to come.

'Umami: the fifth of the tastes is unique. It isn't a taste in itself as much as a sensation. Some call it savory. Others use the term 'earthy' to describe it. Mushrooms have it. Breast milk has it. And so did the last item on Stephanie's taste-testing journey.

Ranger stood and placed the plate of samples on the desk. Steph could hear him moving and the soft sounds of his silken pants rustling. When he returned to stand in front of her, he surprised her. She had not heard his approach.

"Kneel up straight. Remember to keep your hands locked behind your back. Now tell me…what is this?" His voice had lost its lightness from before. In fact, its tone was deep, authoritative and sultry.

Steph leaned forward. This food was not presented directly to her. She had to search for it. The scent was musky, almost earthy. Her cheek touched the side of his errection first. Her gasp caught in her throat at the realization of just what her last test would be. Somehow, it didn't embarrass her. It excited her in places that usually didn't indicate arousal to her. She found her mouth actually watering in anticipation. Had she ever really concentrated on her lover's taste? Would Ranger's issue taste unique? She opened her mouth eagerly, searching the answer.

"No, baby, slowly. Absorb the scent. Feel the texture. Use all your senses to explore." His words were a guide to her. No part of his body touched her. Helped by the heightened sensitivity of touch, she rolled first her cheek, then her chin and finally her closed lips over every part of his lower region.

Unabashedly, she inhaled the musk of his pubic hairs. How soft and warm they were against her cheek. Her nose traveled a slow path down his erect member, touching it ever so carefully. She had never noticed how that vein on the underside was so pronounced or how it seemed to beat in perfect unity to her own heart. His sac tickled her chin. His balls throbbed as she literally wiped her face with them. Her lips, now partially open traveled back up his member to stop at its perfect cap. How could something that is so hard be so incredibly soft? she wondered.

There, right at the tip, was the first drop of cum. She could sense it. She could smell it. She raised her blinded eyes up to him and let the tip of her tongue do her pleading.

"Yes" was the only word he dare trusted himself to speak.

The tip of her tongue lifted the dew gently from his tip. And just as she had done with the other tests, she allowed the taste to roll across her taste buds and fill her mouth. He was sweet and salty. There was only a creamy texture. She found herself wondering if she would be able to feel the difference when his sperm was added to the mix. She desperately wanted to know. Without asking for permission she engulfed him into her mouth. She wanted to feel him everywhere…on her tongue, under her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat…everywhere and all at once. She was starving for him.

Ranger stood motionless, fighting the urge to grab her by the back of her head and thrust himself completely into her. He was afraid that even his slightest movement would break the trance he found himself in. His eyes closed; he was experiencing exactly what his student was…erotic sensation at its most base level. She had become his teacher. He was learning lust and passion all over again. How much more can I love this woman before I burst apart and cease to exist? There was no control…she had it all. There on her knees, with her hands locked behind her back…she was in total control. With two rapid, involuntary jerks his cock released his seed and a good part of his soul.

She felt the twitch and the sudden heat. He filled her mouth, but she didn't want to swallow. She wanted to taste him…really taste him. It was salty and had a texture and a taste of sweet cream. She tried to concentrate. She wanted to feel his seed. The impossibility of sensing micro-sized sperm made no difference. This was Carlos. This was his essence. This was now as much a part of her as her last breath of air. Oh dear lord, I never knew how much of him is already a part of me. How did I ever think I could live without him? With those thoughts, her body shook with climax and the world already blackened out by the blindfold faded from existence.

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They were lying on his bed. Steph had no conscious memory of anything after her orgasm. She didn't feel Ranger gently pry apart her locked hands. She didn't feel him carry her to his bed. His kisses to every part of her face were unknown to her. She would never be aware of his gentle caress of her body as he wiped away the tears of his gratitude that had fallen on her skin. Yet she sensed a change. Was it in her? Was it in him? It just existed in the air around them. It brought her peace and a smile. Turning, she saw him on his side watching her.

"Did I do Ok? Is the lesson over?" Her eyes were wide and the smile had not vanished.

"You were wonderful and the lesson may be over, but if you are up to the challenge…I think there is a way for you to earn extra credit." He playfully started tickling her ribs and laughed.

"Oh boy! I've always wanted to be teacher's pet," she giggled back and began reciprocating tickles.

"Babe, you started out as teacher's pet. It can only get better from here."

One lesson down…two months and twenty-five days to go….