“But sometimes your dates lead to sex?”

Moira sighed but answered me. “Sometimes. It depends on how deep the connection is.”

I started to ask her another question but she cut me off, insisting that she didn’t want to be late for her doctor’s appointment. She had asked if I would be okay here alone, and I assured her I was fine. She turned on her laptop for me and brought up the program that she had taught me called Firefox. A few days ago, Moira took the time to show me how to search for information on the Internet. She introduced me to Wikipedia, and told me that while you couldn’t always trust the summary of information it provided, it was a good place to start when seeking out something to learn about.

While I can’t type on the keyboard the way Moira does, whose fingers seem to fly with the speed of a jaguar that’s chasing its prey, I manage to work it just fine. I’ve learned about many things since being given access to this amazing marvel called the Internet. I’ve learned about President Obama, the war in Iraq, Michael Jackson meeting an untimely death, Miley Cyrus twerking, and the collapse of the World Trade Center. I’ve researched American history, paying specific attention to the plights of indigenous Indians in this country, and I even researched information on the Amazon rainforest. I was greatly saddened to see how much had been deforested… sickened actually. I knew the world was encroaching in upon us, but never realized it was being done so rapidly and with such terrible effects. Yes, the Internet was a never-ending supply of knowledge all waiting at my fingertips.

I expect I have about three hours before Moira returns, so the first thing I do is look through her bedroom. It’s the one place I haven’t been in other than a brief look when she was showing me her house on the day of my arrival. I pick up various bottles of lotions and liquids on her dresser, sniffing them each in turn. Opening her drawers, I rifle through her clothing, paying particular attention to her underwear, which is made of tiny scraps of lace and silk that feel nice to the touch. I open her nightstand drawers and find an odd thing in there that is shaped like a man’s penis with another little protrusion that sticks out from the front. There’s a button on it and when I flip it on, the things starts buzzing hard in my hands.

Weird.

I don’t find anything else of interest, but I take the pink, penis-looking thing with me into the kitchen and lay it on the table. I want to ask Moira about it later.

Finally, I sit my na**d form down on one of the kitchen chairs and pull her laptop to the edge, so I can begin learning about the modern world again today.

My fingers poised, I hesitate for just a second before I type the word “sex” in Wikipedia. A long, boring article that talks about plants, fungi, and other animals ha**ng s*x appears. I scan it briefly, and then try the most recent word I learned, “orgasm” into the search field.

Much better.

I learn more about the woman’s clitoris, and there’s even a diagram for me that shows me exactly where it’s located. I learn about the G-spot and that there’s a difference between penetrative and non-penetrative sex. I learn that what I do to myself to cause an orgasm is called mast***ation… a word that I find rolls off my tongue nicely, although I find out it’s also called jerking off, jacking off, flogging the log, polishing the bannister, and spanking the monkey, the last of which makes me laugh at the image.

Within that same article, there’s even a blue link, which Moira had taught me will pull up another article, and it’s entitled “sex toys”. It pulls up pictures of some items that looked very similar to what I pulled out of Moira’s nightstand a bit ago.

Interesting.

But then the article runs dry, so I decide to branch out. In addition to teaching me about Wikipedia, Moira also showed me the power of Google. Pulling that up, I type in the word “sex” again to see what information it holds, and I’m rewarded with more information than I can process.

I’m introduced to the Kama Sutra, and I immediately realize that there are dozens of ways a man and a woman can come together. While the idea of pinning Moira down by the back of her neck still reigns supreme in my fantasies, I can now envision doing other things to her. I study the photos for a while and bookmark the page, so I can ask Moira about it when she comes home. I can’t wait to see how red she’ll get when she tries to explain it further to me.

I find an interesting link to an article about sex slang, and I learn there are a variety of terms that describes a man’s penis. Pecker, dick, cock, peter, wang, one-eyed monster, joystick, sword, and shaft.

Cock is my favorite though.

Then I’m introduced to a word that forever changes how I learn about sex on the computer.

Pornography.

Wikipedia says it’s the portrayal of sexual material for the purposes of arousal, and the variety of video links underneath my fingertips is astounding. I don’t hesitate before I click the first one, and my eyes go wide at what is playing out before me.

A woman, on her back, with a man holding her legs up and spread wide in his hands. His c**k is drilling into her, and her large br**sts are bouncing all around while she screams at the top of her lungs with pleasure. I recognize this position from the Kama Sutra.

I click on video after video and, before long, my hand is wrapped around my own cock, stroking hard to the beat of the sex I’m watching on the laptop. One video in particular shocks me beyond all reason, when I see one woman taking three men at the same time.

I tilt my head to the side, my own stroking momentarily stopped because I’m still not quite sure I believe what I’m seeing. The woman sits astride a man, with his c**k in her pu**y—pussy being another term I learned. She’s leaning forward, so she can take another man’s c**k in her mouth as he stands at the end of the bed. But the thing that shocks me the most is that another man stands behind her and has his c**k up her—is that her anus?