Love Lessons at Pleasure Point

This chapter marks the conclusion of Paul's story. Thanks to all of those who came on this journey with me. If you haven't read the previous chapters, what are you waiting for? Enjoy and don't forget to rate and comment. --Petitmort

A thick, foreboding fog hung over Pleasure Point. Paul lay in his bed thinking about how much his life had changed in 24 hours.

The night before, he finally told Jasmine the truth.

The whole truth. About his handy man business. About how he'd been providing sexual services to a small group of wealthy older women. Her mom included.

How he'd been using the time she was away to gradually shut down his business. One by one, he'd been giving his best clients one final peak experience. To make it easier for them to accept that it was ending.

He'd come clean on all of it.

He wasn't sure how she'd take it. She'd gotten real quiet on the phone, saying she needed some time to process it.

He understood that. He knew she liked to think things through before talking about it. To figure out how she really felt about things.

Still, the silence was unsettling. It was nine hours later in France. She'd had most of the day to think about it. Still, there were no messages, no texts. Nothing.

What if these final revelations were a bridge too far? What if her feelings for him had changed?

Also the night before, he'd treated Bri to her "custom experience," the last of a series of erotic encounters tailored to his clients' specific needs and desires.

A week before it was Emily's turn, an Apple VP who lived down the street.

And before that, it was Jessica's, the former Google exec and Jasmine's mom.

Paul was ending his physical relationships with each of them, by giving them one final, transcendent sexual experience. In return, they were filling his equity account with shares of stock from their respective companies.

He reached over and checked his phone. No texts, no calls. Radio silence.

It'd been eight hours since he and Jasmine talked.

He was getting increasingly nervous about how she might be feeling.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He grabbed his phone and tapped her name to call her.

"Hello," she answered, her voice distant.

"Hey, I was just checking in. How're you doing?"

"OK."

"Is this a good time to talk?"

"I'm gonna have dinner with my grandparents in a minute."

"How're you feeling?"

"So so."

"Yeah. That was a lot to take in."

"Mmmm-hmmm."

There was a pause.

"So, did you have a chance to process things?"

"I've been thinking about it a lot."

"And," he said, trying for a light tone, "do you hate me now?"

"What doyouthink?" she asked.

"No, seriously," he said, quietly. "Do you hate me now?"

"No, I don't hate you, Paul. I have a lot of feelings for you but hate isn't one of them."

"Whatareyou feeling?"

There was another pause.

"I guess one of the things I'm feeling is confused."

"Why?"

"Um, because you've been screwing my mother behind my back?"

"It's not like that," he said.

"What's it like then?"

"She and I started long before you and I even met. We never would've slept together if you and I were already involved. Not in a million years."

"Yeah, but once you and I started getting serious, you still slept together. Right?"

She was getting right to the heart of the matter. The hard-to-defend part.

"Yeah. The heart doesn't have an on/off switch."

"Oh, so now you're inlovewith her?"

"That's not what I'm saying. It's just... feelings can be fluid."

She scoffed.

"Well, it's just a little weird for me, okay? To find out you were fucking my mother at the same time you were fucking me. I'm funny that way."

"I know," he said, softly. "I try to imagine how I'd feel if the shoe was on the other foot."

"And, frankly, I can't see us going back to the way we were before."

Paul felt a pit in his stomach.

"Don't say that..." he said, his voice cracking.

"What am I supposed to say?"

"I...I don't know if it makes any difference, but the way I feel about her is totally different than the way I feel about you."

"I should hope so."

"No, I mean, with you I feel like I've found my soul mate. Someone I want to go through life with. Explore the world and share things. A partner."

"Uh-huh."

"But with her, its totally different. I feel confident knowing she's in my corner. A wise, caring person who's there for me. Someone I can trust, unconditionally."

"I wish I could trustyouunconditionally."

"And you can. I've been spending the time you've been away putting an end to that part of my life. One by one, I've been saying goodbye to all the women I was involved with. Including your mom."

"Listen to yourself. All the women you were involved with? Jesus, Paul. How manywerethere? Let's see. Bri. Emily. My mom. Sophia. Then there's your friends Maddie and Ally. Oh, and let's not forgetmyfriends from school. Chelsea, Mack, and Taylor. Does that cover it? Or are there others I don't know about?"

"It's been a crazy time, I know. I've been sowing my wild oats."

"For fuck's sake, how many oats do you need to sow?"

"You weren't exactly discouraging me."

"I know, I know. I thought I could handle it. But Jesus, Paul, there's alimit. Like with my immediate family members."

"I get it. It's just... I didn't even know you existed when I met your mom. If I could go back in time, I never would've gotten involved withanyof those women."

"But youdid, Paul. It's almost like you can't help yourself. Like it's a... compulsion. Like Pierre. Today, I found out Pierre was never planning on having a dinner party for me at all. It was all a ruse to get me in his apartment so he could get in my pants."

"How'd you figure that out?"

"I talked to one of the supposed guests, a film student at La Fémis. I called the school and told them I needed to contact her. They wouldn't give me her number, but I talked the lady into sending her a message withmyphone number. A few hours later, I heard from her."

"And what'd she say?"

"She said she hadn't heard a thing about a dinner party. Not one word. Then, she says 'I probably wouldn't go if I was invited.' I asked her why and she says she and Pierre have a history. He had her over to his apartment and started flattering her and promising to help her with her career. The same shit as with me. She had to fight him off for an hour before she got outta there."

"So, that's his m.o."

"It's the same thing over and over. He grooms you and then he tries to fuck you. The guy's a predator."

"Thank God you got outta there."

"And it got me thinking. About men. I mean, I'm not equating the two of you--you and Pierre are very different--but when you spot a pattern, chances are you'll see that behavior again and again. A leopard can't change his spots."

"I'm not a predator, Jasmine."

"I didn't say you were. I'm talking about your basic nature, Paul. You're a player."

"Aplayer?"

"You've somehow gotten it in your head that bedding a lot of different women makes you a great lover. Well, I got news for you. It doesn't. It's thequalityof the experience--the genuine care and connection--not thequantity."

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out."

"I'm not saying I've got it all figured out. I just learned a few things about men in the past few weeks."

"What've you learned?"

"Some men aren't interested in forming serious, committed relationships. They prefer casual flings or fuck multiple women at once, without the other person's knowledge. They use manipulation and deception, charm and flattery, to get what they want without any intention of building anything lasting."

Paul took a deep breath.

"Look, that may be true about some men. But it's not true aboutme. Iwantto find someone I can build a lasting connection with. Iwanta committed relationship. One that's built on mutual respect and love. I thought I found that person inyou."

There was a pause.

"I thought I did too. Apparently not."

"I think you're wrong, Jas. In fact, Iknowyou're wrong."

He could hear a voice in the background.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm being called to dinner. I gotta go."

"Can we talk later?"

"I dunno, I gotta pack for my flight."

"Well," he said, quietly, "we can talk when I pick you up at the airport."

"I don't want you to pick me up, Paul."

"What?"

"I just don't think that's a good idea. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Paul."

She hung up.

Paul brought his hand to his face. His worst fears were being realized.

A half hour later, he arrived at Jessica's kitchen door.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in," she smiled. "You had quite the night last night. I just talked to Bri and she's over the moon."

"I don't wanna talk about Bri right now. I just had a long talk with Jasmine. She breaking up with me."

Jessica's face dropped.

"Why? What happened?"

"She hates the fact you and I were in a physical relationship. And that I was making money screwing older women. She thinks I'm a player."

"A player? You're not a player."

"That's what I said. I told her Iwanta committed relationship. Withher. But she says she sees a pattern in my behavior with women. She had dinner with a guy a couple nights ago and he was totally scamming her. Now, she's applying those motives to me."

"But you were never scamming her. You're in love with her."

"Maybe you can talk to her. Make her understand. I do love her. More than anyone I've ever known."

"I'll try. She hasn't been returning my messages."

He was pacing in front of the window, biting his nails.

"I don't understand it. She sounded like she was okay with everything last night."

"Jasmine can be hard to read sometimes. She gets a notion in her head and doesn't let go of it."

"Tell me about it," he said, looking out the window. "She says she doesn't want me to pick her up at the airport."

"Why, for heavens sake?"

He turned to face her, his faced etched with pain.

"She doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I'm so sorry, Paul. Come and sit down. Tell me everything."

He slumped on a stool at the kitchen island. She took a cup from the cabinet and filled it with coffee.

"I told her all about it last night," he continued. "About my business, how it started. You know, my motivation for doing it. And I told her who my clients were. Including you."

She put the cup down in front of him.

"How'd she take that?"

"She said she wasn't totally surprised. With me giving you weekly massages and everything. She said she always thought you and I had a special connection."

Jessica winced.

"She's always been perceptive. Even as a child. Not much gets past her."

"She asked me what my feelings were for you now."

"And what'd you tell her?"

"I told her I love you. But in a different way than her and me."

Jessica let out a sigh.

"I love you too, Paul."

"I know you do," he muttered, staring at his lap.

"And what did you tell her about our relationship? Specifically. Just so I know?"

"Well, I told her how we met, that night when I was supposed to meet Bri here. How Bri got delayed and you and I ended up doing yoga together. Then...one thing led to another. I kept it pretty general."

"Probably a good idea."

"And I told her, when I started having feelings for her, that you and I both agreed we had to stop. Out of respect for her and my relationship."

"Thanks for saying that. Of course, we didn't exactly stop."

"No," he said, sheepishly. "We didn't."

"Did you tell her about the night in San Francisco?"

"No, I didn't go into any specifics about when we stopped. Or that we decided to use the month she was away to... transition slowly."

"That's smart, I think."

She took a deep breath.

"Well, I guess we'll just have see how she feels tomorrow. Maybe she just needed to let off some steam."

"I don't think that's what it is. She seemed like she'd made up her mind."

He looked at her, his face distraught.

"Let's give her some time," she said, putting her hand on this. "Listen, I've got to get the gazebo back in shape before she comes home. Can you give me a hand?"

"Yeah, sure."

She picked up some clean sheets from the counter and they headed out the kitchen door.

The gazebo was perched on the cliff overlooking the ocean. The morning sun was still masked by the fog bank hugging the coast.

They walked up the steps, side by side, just as they'd done so many times before.

For the past six months, they'd been meeting in her gazebo on a regular basis. Two times a week, sometimes three. For a nude massage. Or some naked yoga. And then, they'd end up making passionate, orgasmic love overlooking the sea.

But not this time.

Now, and forevermore, all that was a thing of the past.

The inside of the gazebo looked like a tornado had hit it. The sheets on the bed were a jumbled mess. The massage table too. The sex swing was swaying in the breeze.

"Looks like you and Bri put this place through its paces."

"Yeah," he sighed, "we definitely touched all the bases."

"So I gather. Bri wouldn't stop raving about it."

He shrugged.

"I guess I've learned the things that really get her going. And I just... kept doing them. One after the other."

Jessica's eyelids fluttered slightly.

"Lucky girl. She said she had the best orgasm of her life."

"She especially liked the new swing," he shrugged again.

"I think it was you she especially liked. How'd you end up using it anyway? The swing, I mean. I'm just curious."

"Oh, I adjusted the rigging so she could lay with her legs raised. Then, I got underneath her using a bolster and just spun her around."

"You're kidding. You spun her around?"

"Yeah, it was... incredible."

"Wait... so you were underneath her and she was spinning? How did that work exactly? I'm having trouble picturing it."

"Here, I'll show you."

He got on the bed and lay on his back underneath the harness.

"So, she was in the harness. Naked, of course. With her legs spread wide. And I just slipped underneath her and used the bolster to raise my pelvis high, like this."

He lifted his pelvis up.

"Wasn't that difficult to...you know... get connected? With her strapped in and all?"

"Well, it was a little tricky at first but I figured it out. See, I lay on my backwithoutthe bolster at first and stood myself up. It's been a while, so I was really big and hard. Anyway, I just lifted my hips like this, penetrated her, andthenI pulled the bolster under my hips."

"Oh, I see," she said, kneeling on the bed next to him. "So you penetrated her first, andthenyou used the bolster."

"That's right. And because my pelvis was raised so high, and my cock was so big, I could spin her all the way around. In a complete circle."

"Wow."

"Yeah, and I just started spinning her round and round. Faster and faster. That's when she really started screaming."

Jessica leaned back with her knees spread, imagining it.

"My goodness! So, I could do that too? Spin around and around. On the axis of your cock?"

"Yeah. I mean, on the axis ofsomebody'scock. Whoever you werewith."

She looked down at his raised crotch. The bulge in his drawstring pants. He lowered his pelvis and slid out from under the swing.

"And I bet that felt good for you too," she said. "Her wet pussy spinning around your cock."

"Oh God, yeah. Unbelievably good."

She gasped, her eyes at half mast.

"You must've just exploded inside her."

"You know? It's funny. I didn't cum, actually."

She opened her eyes.

"You didn't cum?"

"No, I was about to, but she ended up cumming so hard she passed out. That's when I called you and we both revived her. After that, she was ready to call it quits. So, I went home still feeling incredibly horny."

"Poor babe."

"I woke up this morning with an incredible hard-on."

"Dreaming about using the swing?"

"Actually, Iwas. But it wasn't with Bri. It was..."

He stopped suddenly.

"What?"

He gulped.

"Um, never mind. Maybe we should finish cleaning up..."

"Hey, don't leave me hanging like that. Who were you with?"

He looked at her, eyebrows raised.

"Actually, it wasyou."

"Me? Really? What were we doing?"

"You were in the harness. Holding your feet. I think it was a modified Happy Baby pose."

"And was your cock deep inside me?"

"Yeah. Incredibly deep."

"And what were we doing?" she whispered. "Tell me."

"I was spinning you round and round. Faster and faster. My cock was huge and you were screaming it felt so good. And then, when you came, my God you were so beautiful. Beams of light were shooting out of your eyes."

"Oh my," she gasped. "Sounds like I was a very happy baby. Did you cum too?"

"Oh yeah. So hard."

"Did you just explode inside me? Did you fill me with your cum?"

"I did."

She pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

"I want todothat! I want to feel you deep inside me! I want to spin on your cock until I scream!"

"We can't, Jessica. We can't do that anymore."

"Just once? For old's time sake?"

Paul looked in her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Jessica. And I love making love to you. But I wanna be faithful to Jasmine."

She looked down, embarrassed.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It was always gonna be hard. Ending things. It's hard for me too."

She looked down at his crotch, his big cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

"I can see that."

He caressed her cheek.

"Maybe we should get back to cleaning up."

She climbed off of him and they slowly got off the bed.

"I'll get the pole from the garage to take the swing down."

He walked out of the gazebo while she started to change the sheets on the massage table.

Images of being suspended and spinning on his rock-hard cock were filling her brain.

Paul returned with an extension pole, and used it to unhook the swing from the ceiling.

Jessica was tucking in the sheets, without speaking.

"We've had some amazing experiences in here," Paul said, breaking the silence. "I'll never forget the first time we met. Sitting right over there drinking Palomas. I couldn't believe how beautiful you were."

"I gave you a yoga lesson," she smiled.

"The first of many. If I recall correctly, we did couples yoga."

She rolled her eyes.

"We certainly did. In the nude. That was... exciting. I couldn't believe how beautiful your body was. In the afternoon sun."

They moved to the bed, standing on opposite sides, unfurling a clean sheet.

"You know what my favorite memory is?" she asked.

"What?"

"San Francisco. We did it in every room in that apartment. And on the balcony too."

"That was wild," he chuckled.

"Remember when we were in that easy chair? The way you were thrusting into me? Rubbing my clit with one hand and my nipples with the other? I had the best orgasm of my life."

"You were screaming so loud somebody called the cops."

She sighed, her eyes closed.

"I'll never forget it. That's why I love making love out here. In the gazebo. Nobody can hear a thing. We could make as much noise as we wanted."

They looked at each other. Perched on the precipice.

"I've had the best sex of my life with you," she said. "You know that, don't you?"

"It was great for me, too. Unforgettable."

"That's one of the reasons I pushed you so hard to expand your handyman business. I wanted to be one of your clients."

"You were my best client."

"And part of me feels extremely guilty about that."

"Why?"

"Because of the trouble it's causing you and Jasmine."

"Mmmm," he demurred. "I don't think you should feel guilty. I never would've even met Jasmine if it hadn't been for you."