Chapter 6

Addiction

Thursday night, House managed to get home early. He showered and then went downstairs, waited for dinner at the table with a new journal. After finishing his last bite, he felt her hand on his left knee. It traveled up the inner part of his pant seam to her target. Kenna began rubbing him in circular motions. His stomach tightened as the sensations crept through his body.

House removed her hand, "This isn't good...this is going to end badly. We need to stop now."

She looked at him with a strange grin. "You don't really want to stop. I wouldn't have made it all the way up your leg if you really believed that we should stop. Do you have feelings for me?"

He answered quickly and firmly, "No."

She relaxed. "Then what are you worried about?"

"You're 21 and a naive 21 at that."

"I'm trying to solve that problem." She got up angrily and bussed the table.

He sighed. "Sex without strings with a pretty 21 year old brainiac sounds like a dream, but has to be a recipe for disaster. I just wish I knew what I was cooking."

When she came back out from the kitchen, Kenna leaned on the table and looked him straight in the eyes. Hers were blue too and against the brown t-shirt they looked bluer. "Just one more time. There's something I want to try. Please? Then I won't bother you again, you can go back to screwing nurses."

House debated his options in his head. Technically, Doug and Kenna hadn't gone out yet so he could always claim he screwed Kenna before she started dating Doug. He had to snap out of it and stop thinking with the other head again. House took a good look at her. He'd noticed that when she wanted his attention she'd shed her sweats and brush her hair. Tonight she had on a cute Hopkins t-shirt and denim skirt.

Kenna could see him hesitate and that was the last things she wanted. She needed just one more piece of knowledge. She whisked off her top and popped her bra off as fast as she could. She knew he was a sucker for her breasts. "Just one more time."

House winced. Putting his hand up to his forehead, he dragged it down the side of his face as he stared at the pert round breasts she offered him. Jumping up, he ran for the living room but she managed to get in front of him.

"Kenna, get out of my way and get dressed. I can't do this. I won't do this."

"You don't have to worry; I'm not looking for anything but sex. Just sex. You can handle that can't you?" She paused and then her face lit up. "Is that it? Are you having problems getting an erection?"

That pissed him off. He grabbed her and tried to get her out of his way, but she started to struggle with him. The bouncing breasts and physical touching was arousing him. He stopped wrestling with her, jerked her around throwing her over the arm of the couch. He pushed her skirt up, pulled down her panties, unzipped his pants, and entered her from behind. She was shocked and frightened. This wasn't the desired effect she had expected from exposing herself. She was pinned by his hairy legs and body, unable to get away. He pulled her hair and then leaned down to reach around to her breasts while he thrust as hard as he could. It had happened so fast, without foreplay and so there were no juices to lubricate his shaft inside of her. He enjoyed the friction even though he knew it was probably rubbing her raw. Her body was crushed into the upholstered arm of the sofa each time he pounded into her. Her soft, petite body with the smooth white skin bounced under him with such force, he thought he might break her. The feel of her tight vagina, the smell of her body, the view of her ass was too much. He came, yelling in her ear a sound so primal that it terrified her. House collapsed on her back, taking a minute before pulling out and zipping his pants up.

"Is that what you wanted?" He growled hoarsely.

Still a little stunned, she pushed her skirt down from around her waist and pulled her panties up. "No. It hurt." She thought about it. "But I didn't hate it. It was scary, exciting and different. Did you like it?"

House shook his head. "Jesus Kenna, I just pinned you down and screwed you from behind!"

"But I wanted you to screw me." She said quietly and then she took his hand in hers. "It wasn't like you raped me." She looked at him with the honesty of a small child. "Greg, come on, let's go upstairs."

"No, this ends right here. Right now."

She turned and held him. He could feel her bare breasts through his shirt. "I'm really sorry, I didn't think you'd mind. I thought that if you didn't have feelings, then sex would just be sex. I've heard that women have trouble separating emotions from physiological needs; I didn't know men did too."

"I feel like a cheap sex toy." He couldn't believe he just said that. It sounded suspiciously like what many of the women he'd screwed had said to him.

"You aren't a toy. You've been my mentor; you've given me something no man has ever given me. You're the first man to treat me like a woman. I mean physically treat me like a woman instead of a child or a rock to step on or over."

House felt really awkward. The feel of her breasts and body pushing up against him felt so good. House wanted so badly to put his arm around her. She reached up, pulled his head down and kissed him just like he had taught her.

"God, you are persistent aren't you?"

"You said there were lots of ways to have an orgasm. I just want to know what they are. I keep thinking of the other night and I want to feel like that again. I know I sound depraved, but I've never felt anything as incredible as that. Please, come on upstairs." She grabbed his hand and led him up to the bathroom so they could clean up. Turning to him as he stood by the sink, she kissed him while she undid the button on her denim skirt. It dropped, leaving her naked except for her little white cotton panties.

He found the cotton panties endearing, a mark of her farm days and sensible upbringing. He wondered what her parents would think if they knew their little girl was seducing her landlord?

She dropped to her knees on the fluffy mat and started to lick, suck and play with him. Her tongue went up, down and behind and then back to the shaft. She engulfed his sac in her mouth and remembered from the magazine article that she was to treat him like an ice cream cone. She kept a rhythm with all of her movements. House reached out and held her head so that he could thrust. He did until the sensations were too much. He grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her even closer as he came, his penis as deep inside her as he could get. She thought she might gag, but she didn't. When he cried out, she felt the wetness in her mouth and wondered if she was supposed to swallow or spit it out? She swallowed. House began to relax and breathe again.

"I don't even want to know where you learned that."

"Was it ok? Did I do it right?" She sounded like an Olympic gymnast who wanted to know if she had scored a 10.

Tired and spent, House was a little sad. He had created a monster. "It was perfect. Now let's go into my bedroom and I'll treat you to an orgasm." Once in the bedroom, he gently pushed her back onto the bed. Crawling in next to her, he kissed and stroked the entire length of he body. Reaching down, he probed her with his fingers, found the spot that caused her to flinch with pleasure and then rubbed it and her clit until she was screaming and panting. When she was done, she looked at him and said, "I could do that by myself, couldn't I?"

He shook his head in disbelief. "You've never masturbated?"

"I was afraid to, you know, slippery slope?"She saw his amusement. "Ah too hard to explain...I can't believe I've wasted all these years worrying about that."

He laughed at her. She was like a sponge, soaking up everything around her. She hugged him tight and he let her. "You don't know how happy you've made me Greg. I feel like I've been dead for so long and now I'm wide awake and want to experience everything. I know this sounds silly to you but you don't know what it means to me. I can't thank you enough."

House said nothing. He began to stroke her hair as he held her fast. They fell asleep in each other's arms and when House woke up at midnight to take a leak he looked down at her in the soft lamplight. He liked the feel and the smell of her. She felt warm against his thigh and side. He wanted to kiss her face and stroke her body. Maybe he'd wake her when he got back and show her how gentle and sweet sex can be in the middle of the night. He pulled his arm out from under her and went in to take a leak. When he got back to his bedroom she was gone. He felt her side of the bed and it was still warm. There was a sense of loss that rolled over him. Shaking it off, he climbed in on her side and fell asleep.

Saturday was exciting for Kenna, she went shopping for clothes, the first time in three years. She only had $30 saved but that could buy a lot at the thrift store. She looked through dresses and found two for $7.00 each. They were in pretty good shape, one needed some stitching and the other had a small stain that didn't show much. They both showed a little cleavage, not too much and they were washable, important because she couldn't afford dry cleaning. She found a pair of dark brown trousers and a peasant blouse that went over it. She caught the women adding new inventory to the racks and grabbed a nice black skirt that had a little flounce to it before it even made it to the hanger. She also talked the lady at the cash register in letting her have a sweater marked $3.00 for $2.00. She found a pair of used black dress shoes to go with her dresses and skirt. She spent the entire $30.00 but maybe now House would stop moaning at her. Her next stop was the beauty college. She could get her hair cut and styled for $8.00. They cut it five inches to her shoulders, getting off the split ends and styling it with a side part and some volume. She thought looked sophisticated and pretty. When she got home she washed and dried the dresses and picked the one that emphasized her waist. It was a simple wrap dress in a deep scarlet red with a black belt. She cleaned the shoes inside and out and then showered, put on her makeup, nylons, dress and the gold earrings she had been given by her parents when she graduated from high school. She looked in the mirror and sat back. Doug had suggested they have dinner first at Stuart Anderson's Black Angus. She heard Greg get home and start to rummage through the kitchen. She had cooked him a stew which was on the stove so she wondered what he was doing?

At 6:00 p.m. the doorbell rang. A minute later House yelled upstairs, "Kenna, you're your pimp." House turned back to Doug, "You're pretty spiffy for a movie. It's not the prom you know."

"I'm taking her to dinner first. Do you think I'm overdressed?" He asked House while smoothing his shirt.

House nodded. "I don't know; she doesn't have a big wardrobe. She might feel underdressed."

They were standing in the living room when they saw her come down the stairs. First her legs appeared and then her body and then her hair. She looked lovely; her hair was behind her ears but just hovering on her shoulders. Her makeup was subtle but made her eyes look huge. And the dress hugged her curves, making her look like a Victoria Secret model. House didn't realize what beautiful legs she had, thin and curvy.

House swallowed hard realizing that Doug was going to have trouble tonight keeping his hands off of her. Kenna had achieved the results she wanted, they were both blown away. They looked like deer in headlights.

She walked up to House who gave her a sly smile. "Your dinner is on the stove. There's some French bread to go with the stew in the bread bin." She turned and bent over slightly to pick up her purse knowing that they were both watching.

House saw her sweet bottom outlined by the clinging dress and remembered the other night. He quickly adjusted his pants leg to accommodate some movement and quickly walked towards the kitchen. On the way he said, "You two behave and don't forget an overcoat."

Kenna didn't get the double entendre but Doug did. He helped Kenna on with the winter parka that was now out of place over her dress and shoes. Thrown for a loop, Doug had expected to pick up a rather awkward shy girl. Instead, he was leaving with a butterfly escaping from her cocoon.

House stayed up watching television, but was really waiting until 1:00 a.m. and then went to bed. Around 5:00 a.m. she came home and threw herself on the sofa. He wanted to go down, but decided it wouldn't be a good idea. He finally heard her come up the stairs. The footsteps marched up to his door and stopped. He tried to will her to open the door but she didn't. He jumped up wearing just his boxer and opened it.

Kenna jumped back in shock.

He looked at her sideways inviting her to tell him why she was outside his door.

Kenna stood there obviously about to tell him something, but not sure how to put it. "Don't all men give women orgasms?"

"I'm not following you, what do you mean?"

"He didn't even try, I don't understand, why wouldn't he even try to give me an orgasm?"

"I'm still not following you, although all this talk of orgasms does have my interest. You mean, Doug didn't do anything that caused you to have an orgasm?"

"Yes, we had sex, but no, he didn't give me one. That's not fair is it?"

House bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Kenna, I shouldn't be talking to you about this. Despite the fact that I find this quite amusing and fair game when I see Doug on Monday, that's between you and Doug."

"But Doug wouldn't talk about it. I need someone who will be honest and blunt and that's you. Why would he do that?"

"Because you're annoying?" House gave her a silly smile.

She looked at him with disdain.

He sighed and said, "Some men think women have orgasms by simple intercourse. They're a little naïve. Most women need further stimulation against their clitoris or G spot to have a orgasm."

"I don't think he liked what I had to say. He was pretty upset when I left."

"Something tells me I want to stay clear of the surgical ward on Monday. What did you say?"

"I told him that I'd always come in the past."

"Always? Past? You didn't actually say my name did you?"

"No, but when we got to his apartment, we started French kissing just like you taught me, he started to..."

House held out a hand and closed his eyes. "I don't want all the details. Just get to the part where you told him that he was sexually inadequate."

"I never said he was sexually inadequate!" She looked at House and realized what he was saying, shrugged her shoulders and continued, "I asked him if he was going to give me an orgasm. He said that I probably came and just didn't know it. I told him, don't be a moron, I know when I have an orgasm."

House felt a horrible feeling inside of his stomach. He went over to the bed, sat down on the edge and closed his eyes trying to figure out what was going on here.

She walked over and sat down next to him and hung her head."Is there anything I can do? I'm so sorry, I've really screwed things up, haven't I? I'm not good at screwing things up...I'm really an amateur."

"He's going to wonder who's been giving you those orgasms. Now he knows that not only was he not your first, but that you're comparing him to this other guy who just happens to be me. He's going to be really pissed off and depressed. No man likes to be compared to someone else, especially if you make the other guy out to be better in bed."

"I had a great time with him and everything was going so well. I think he had a great orgasm because it seemed to go on forever and," she laughed, "he kept screaming for Jesus the whole time. Can't you give him some lessons? I really like him, but if he can't give me an orgasm, then this isn't going to work. Can't you talk to him?"

"Jesus H. Christ, how quickly you've become jaded. I don't think so, I'm not Dr. Ruth. If I start talking to him about your orgasms, he's going to become suspicious."

She was disappointed.

"If he brings it up, I might be able to say something. Until then, you're on your own. Besides, I thought you wanted a relationship and Dr. Ruth says there's more to relationships than just sex."

"You go without an orgasm for the next month and then tell me how unimportant they are."

"My God you've gone all your life without one until a few days ago. The way you act, you'd think that orgasms were the most important thing in your life."

She put her fists on hips. "Well, right now they are. I like them, I want them, and I deserve them." She looked at House and they started laughing at how ludicrous it sounded. "I've gone my whole life living for other people. I'm going to start living the life I want and I want orgasms! I've just got to figure out a way to get Doug to give them to me."

"Good luck. Remember, nymphomania is ugly in a 21-year-old."

"You should see me when I haven't had an orgasm. Now that's ugly."

House cringed. "I've got to be to work in a couple of hours. I'm going back to bed. I don't want to hear any loud prayers coming from your bedroom, so keep it down.

She teased him, "Sure you're not up for it? I'd make it worth your while."

House smiled and shook his head. "You're going to get me in trouble. I think our days of horizontal dancing are over."

"Don't say that, you're my backup plan!" She started laughing.

She put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Standing up, she sashayed out the door.

House couldn't believe the conversation he just had. She obviously didn't understand that men and women normally avoided these topics at all costs. He was going to have to have a talk with her about what was appropriate conversation out in the real world. House chuckled to himself. That would be a first, him telling someone else how to behave appropriately.