"If I had sex with you, you would be in control," she said. "You have done it countless times; I have no experience. I would not even try to tell you how."
"That is how most men like it. But an ignorant man could crush you under his weight. Do not allow it. Put him on his back, and bestride him, and take him in at your convenience. Never tease him; always indulge him. Let him spout and subside. Kiss him. Then gently withdraw, telling him how wonderful it was."
"Question: Suppose it is too big for me? I think yours would not fit."
"It will fit," he said. "There will be no discomfort. The woman stretches to accommodate. Moisten it, with his preliminary fluid or yours, to be sure it is slippery. Insert it slowly. He will love that foreplay. But neither will you have pleasure of it."
"Question?"
"He will climax. You will not. Not the first time, or the second. In time you will be able to instruct him how to pleasure you, but that must be secondary. He must always want it more than you do. In this manner you will retain control."
"This seems so cynical!"
"Necessary. Sex is the primary way to manage a man, and you must always manage him."
"Already I feel less innocent," she said. "Regret."
But she knew he was telling her for a reason, and took the lesson to heart. She had to maintain sexual control.
And at midday they reached it. It was a farmstead at the edge of a nonChroma village, Nonesuch. An older couple came out to meet them.
"Greeting, Minstrel," the man said.
"Greeting, Pot," Havoc returned. "This is Opaline, who will see to your son for a month, perhaps more."
The woman eyed Opaline appraisingly. "She's a slight thing."
"But competent, Kettle," Havoc assured her. "She will teach him what he needs to know to be socially competent."
"This is not an easy thing," Pot said dubiously.
"Which is why I selected a very special person," Havoc said. "The king directed me to do it right. May she meet Oak now?"
The couple exchanged a glance. It seemed they were still not completely easy with this, understandably
"Our boy has special needs," the mother said.
"As do we all," Havoc said.
"He—awkwardness—has become sexually aware," Pot said. "He is seventeen, and must marry within a year. But the village girls will not touch him."
"I will touch him," Opaline said.
"He is unable to care properly for himself," Kettle said. "He must be directed. Folk grow impatient."
"I am patient," Opaline said.
Finally Pot said it outright: "Oak is simple."
"So are we all, in one respect or another," Havoc said.
"Yet we do not wish his feelings to be hurt," Kettle said. "He is very sensitive."
Here Opaline felt competent. "I will not hurt him."
After another hesitation, the man called "Oak!"
A young man emerged from the house. Opaline was surprised: he was strikingly handsome. She had somehow anticipated a dull looking fellow who scuffled and drooled.
Oak came to stand before them. "A greeting," he said uncertainly.
"Acknowledged, Oak," Opaline said. "I am Opaline. I will be with you for a while."
He gazed at her somewhat too intently. He evidently lacked the ability to be discreet when he saw something interesting. "You are pretty."
"Thank you, Oak. You are handsome."
He was silent, evidently not knowing how to respond. "Say thank you," Opaline said to him.
He smiled, glad for the direction. "Thank you."
The three others stood silent, letting her make the contact.
"Oak, I am new here. Please take me for a walk. Show me what's here."
"A walk," he agreed. He turned to face the house and started walking. It seemed that from and to the house was all he knew, rather than wider explorations. They had to keep him out of trouble.
Opaline hurried to catch up to him, and took his hand. They walked together, leaving the other three standing. Soon they were at the house.
"Show me your room, Oak," Opaline said, realizing what she had to do.
He led her in, and to the attic chamber he had. "Here."
"It is nice."
"You are pretty," he repeated. His trousers were bulging.
She decided to risk an immediate sexual start. "Take off your clothing, Oak." For not only had Havoc instructed her in detail what to do, he had aroused her so that she was eager to do it.
"But it isn't time for bed."
"This is different." She helped him get his clothing off. Immediately his erection sprang out. It was a fine one, she thought, though only the second she had actually seen. He was not simple in his physical manhood.
She quickly doffed her own clothing and took his hand again. "Lie down on your back, Oak."
He obeyed without question.
She bestrode him, just below his hard penis. "This is what I will do for you, Oak, when you please me." She moved up, took his member in her hand, and carefully set it at her moist cleft. She slid the tip of it along her cleft, getting it suitably wet and slippery, as Havoc had advised. She took him in slowly, cautious lest she be stretched too far, this first time, but there was no problem as it sank all the way in. Then she lay full length upon him. She shut her eyes, pretending it was Havoc she embraced.
He bucked once, spurting into her. She felt the coursing fluid, coming in several surges.
It was her first actual sex, but she had had no pleasure of it, other than the feeling of accomplishment. She had managed a man, maintaining control, just as Havoc had told her to. The member had fit, and it hadn't hurt, again as he had predicted. He had evidently known.
"Very good, Oak," she said, and kissed him. She felt almost guilty for the fact that she remained unsatisfied. But perhaps in time she would be able to gain her own pleasure along with his.
"Appreciation!" he gasped. "What was that?"
"That was sex, Oak. It is what a woman gives a man when she likes him."
"I like you!"
"And I will like you, Oak, when you do what I say." She lifted herself off him, found a tissue in her clothing, and wiped off his spent penis, knowing that he lacked the understanding to do it himself. How different it would have been with Havoc!
"I will do what you say!" he agreed.
They had a working understanding.
"Now get dressed."
He dressed, and she dressed. She had to do up his buttons and fasten his belt. She found his comb and put his hair back in order. "Do not speak of this to others," she said. "Unless they ask." She doubted Oak's parents would ask. They would know. "This is our first secret."
"Secret," he agreed.
They went downstairs and back outside. Havoc was gone, but Pot and Kettle stood where they had been. They had evidently been hesitant to enter the house, suspecting.
They approached the couple. "Oak showed me his room," Opaline said. "I will share it with him."
"But he doesn't like us to intrude," Kettle said.
Opaline took Oak's hand. "He will share with me. We like each other. Don't we, Oak?"
"Yes!"
They were silent. They understood that she had already taken over.
Opaline became part of their household. When she wasn't with Oak, she helped Kettle with household chores.
When Pot had work to do outside, such as chopping wood, Opaline brought Oak out and made him carry armfuls to the house. Oak was almost pitifully eager to please her in any way he could.
And she rewarded him for it, frequently, at any time of the day or night. The first few times she bestrode him, but then she explained how there were other ways to do it, and had him clasp her from behind while she fed his member into her cleft. It was the way Havoc had lain with her, only Oak's penis was always inside her, until he spouted. She never teased him; he was not smart enough to understand.
Soon she was sharing a second secret with him, encouraging him to move a marble across a flat surface, a nudge at a time. He thought it was just an idle entertainment, but she expressed delight in seeing him do it. Since her delight thrilled him, even when it wasn't immediately supported by sex, he gladly cooperated. No one had been interested in this before. When he had shown his parents, they thought the movement was because of a dent in the mattress.