Georgie Girl Ch. 01-03

"Not quite," she said, "Doctor-Patient confidentiality is protected by law. Our conversations are protected only by my commitment not to reveal the identity of the subjects I interview. It's a matter of trust, really. And I want to emphasize that these are exploratory interviews only, designed to help me develop a questionnaire that would be used for my formal testing."

Well, that was an honest answer. Now I had to go by instinct.

"Okay. Uhhm, what kind of questions do you ask?"

"Well, aside from the basics, I want to know about your sexual history and your personal views as they relate to your sexuality."

"Won't some people lie? I mean ... so that they don't look bad or maybe ... weird?"

"Yes, of course. But there are ways to pull the truth from the fabrications."

"Don't you find this hard ... I mean, difficult. You're a woman and you're asking men some very personal questions."

She had a slight smile on her lips as I quickly corrected myself.

"It isn't easy, but I find once we get into it and the subject begins to relax a bit, the answers come more easily. I usually don't start out with difficult or highly personal questions. You need to have confidence that I'm not going to embarrass you or pass judgment on you."

"Has anyone quit an interview? You know, got upset and just left?"

"Yes ... a few times. Some men aren't ready for the kinds of questions I ask. Some don't want to reveal their personal beliefs or preferences."

I found I was now sitting back in the big chair and a bit more relaxed. Georgette had a way about her that was so direct and open that it gave me confidence that she would be secure with any information she might get from me. I'm not sure why I felt that way, but I did. I decided to take a chance. After all, if I got in too deep, I could always end the interview. According to her, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Okay, then," I said. "I'll trust you and will give it a try. I'm not sure why, but I guess I'm interested in the idea to begin with."

"Good. I'm pleased. I'll try and make you as comfortable as possible."

"When do you want to start?"

"Anytime you are free. I'd like to have two hour segments so that neither of us is rushed and we can dig into subjects more thoroughly if we want to."

"How many sessions does it take?"

"That depends. Some interviews are completed in the first session, some can take two or even three sessions, depending on the man and how open he is willing to be."

I nodded. Six hours at most. It was hard to imagine that there would be enough interest in my sex life to talk about for six hours, but who knows what might come up. That's six hours with a beautiful woman talking about sex. It could be very interesting.

"Why don't we start next Saturday afternoon?" I suggested.

"Excellent. I'll see you here at two o'clock then?"

"Sure. Two o'clock. We'll see what happens.

"So you're really going to do it?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Yeah. I thought it might be interesting. I can quit if it gets too hairy."

"I bet you don't," she said emphatically.

"Why do you think that?"

"She's got you hooked and you just haven't figured it out yet."

"Oh, come off it, Ginny. I told you, she's way too much for me. First of all she's older, and secondly she's clearly from a very wealthy family. Do you see me as a match for that?"

"So what am I? On a scale of one-to-ten, where do I rank?" she challenged.

Oh, shit. There is no right answer to that question. How far is up?

"That's not fair, Ginny. I've told you a hundred times you're a 'ten,' so don't try and make me out to be the bad guy."

"Chicken! I'll bet I'm a seven in your mind," she sneered.

"No way. Do I act like you're a seven? Do you feel I don't think you're beautiful? You know better than that."

She quit the interrogation but, I could see a look of doubt on her face that I hadn't seen before. I was wondering if she might be jealous of Georgette. She had no reason to be, but that was the implication I was getting.

"Are you going to tell me about the interview afterwards?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm not sure what the questions are and how personal they might be. I won't lie to you, but I'm not sure what to expect, so why don't you wait until after the interview and we'll see."

"I bet you don't tell me anything," she said sullenly.

"Then that's a bet you'll lose. I promise I'll tell you at least something about what goes on. Remember, it's in strict confidence, so no one but Georgette and I know what questions are asked and how they are answered. If I tell you, can you guarantee that confidentiality?"

"Sure. I won't tell anyone."

"Unless of course you get mad at me and decide to get some payback for something I did or said."

"You don't trust me?"

"I don't have any reason not to trust you, but I have a feeling some of the questions are going to be very ... deep. Something I might not want to share."

"Humph!" was her only reply.

Chapter 2 The Interview

Georgette greeted me at her front door. "Right on time, come in."

"Thanks."

"Iced tea ... or water?"

"Uhhm, water's fine," I said, settling into the now familiar wing chair.

She passed me a chilled plastic sixteen-ounce bottle of water and a glass. I placed them on two fancy ceramic coasters.

"Thanks," I smiled as she put a glass of iced tea on a similar coaster on the opposite side of the small table and sat in the matching wing chair, almost facing me.

"Are you comfortable?"

I nodded that I was.

"So ... let's start with the basics. Your height and weight?"

"Six-one, one-eighty-five."

"Date of birth?"

"January 23rd, 1988."

"Place of birth?"

"Wenatchee, Washington. We moved to Coeur d'Alene when I was nine."

"You've lived there until you came to San Francisco to go to college?"

"Yes."

"Your parents are both still alive?"

"Yes."

"Your grandparents?"

"Yes, both sets."

"Any chronic illnesses or permanent disabilities?"

"Not physical ones."

"Explain," she said looking at me carefully.

"I have a minor learning disability. It's called a storage problem with my memory."

"Short term or long term?"

"Short term."

She nodded her head knowingly. She had obviously heard of it.

"What was your grade point average in your sophomore year?"

"Three point six."

"You've done well to overcome your problem. You must have found a way to adapt quite early on. Engineering courses are very demanding."

I nodded. "Yes, I was diagnosed when I was sixteen and discovered I had been adapting all along by going over my lessons several times. It was slow and methodical, but it allowed me to progress."

"Good for you. Congratulations," she smiled genuinely. "How do you manage during lectures?"

I pulled out a small digital recorder. "It has a two hour capacity. I have two of them. The other one has four hour capacity."

"Are you recording this session?"

"Yes. I do it out of habit so that I can review and remember more easily."

"There isn't any test at the end of the sessions," she grinned. "I'm just looking for honest answers."

I nodded and put the small device back in my vest pocket. I did not shut it off.

"So, now that I have the basic information about you, I'm going to ask you some questions about your sex life. How and when it started, frequency, number of partners ... that sort of thing. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I think so. Go ahead."

"Can you remember your first sexual experience? I don't necessarily mean intercourse."

And so it began. Who was my first "conquest?" How old was I when I began to masturbate? What did my parents tell me about sex and my interaction with females? Did my grandparents and/or parents talk about sex openly?

It took me a while to get completely comfortable and not embarrassed about the directness of the questions, but over the next hour it became somewhat easier. I had to search my memory for some of the answers and I had to search my genuine feelings for others. When the clock showed a few minutes past three, Georgette called a halt to the interview.

"Let's take a break and relax. It's been pretty intense for you, I can tell. Are you okay so far?"

"Yes. They aren't easy questions to answer, especially when I'm trying to answer something about my feelings or beliefs. I'm not sure I've told the absolute truth about some things."

"Don't worry about that. It's natural to find that my probing is going to hit some sensitive areas. Just be as honest as you can and over time the facts will reveal themselves in one way or another."

We sat and chatted about college life for a few minutes before Georgette suggested we get back to the interview.

"Okay, now I want to ask some more personal questions. Don't be offended, please. They are all part of a pattern of knowledge that I am building. I'm not trying to upset you."

I nodded, not knowing exactly what she might be alluding to.

"I met Virginia, or Ginny as you refer to her. Is she your current girlfriend?"

"Sort of," I said. "We aren't in a committed relationship. We can and she has, dated other men."

"So, you have intercourse with her then?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

I shrugged. "Maybe four or five times a month, sometimes more."

"Does she have intercourse with other men?"

"I guess so. I don't ask her about her dates."

"How do you feel about that? You've implied that you don't date other women, but she dates other men."

"It doesn't bother me. I don't date other women because I find I have to spend quite a bit of time keeping up with my classes, so I either don't have the time or the energy to chase other women."

"If you did have the time ... say during the summer ... would you date other women?"

"I haven't lately. I go home and work at the inn with my parents, so I keep busy there too."

"If the opportunity presented itself, would you have sex with another woman?"

"I'm not sure. Probably not."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I guess I'm a one-woman-man. Or at least, one at a time."

"But it doesn't bother you that Ginny isn't a one-man-woman?"

"I don't think so."

"You've told me that she and you are sexually compatible. You both enjoy vaginal, oral and anal sex on occasion. Is she a possible candidate for a life mate?"

"No, I don't think so," I said almost immediately.

"You answered that very quickly. What are your reasons?"

"It's probably not one single thing, but a collection of little things. We can get on each other's nerves some times."

"How so?"

"Well, you didn't ask me, but she does talk about the other guys she dates. It makes me wonder if she talks about me."

"That's not a little thing, John. Does she have women friends that she hangs out with?"

"Oh sure. I know several of them. I've probably met most of them. She's from Nevada, so most of her girlfriends are from college."

"How do they react to you?"

"Okay, I guess. I don't see them coming on to me, if that's what you mean."

"Are they comfortable with you being around when they are with Ginny?"

"I don't know. I usually disappear when they show up in numbers."

"It would be pretty unusual for Ginny not to talk about you to her friends. It's really a matter of just how much and what about."

"Well, I haven't had any negative feedback, so I guess it's harmless talk."

"Where do you have your private moments with Ginny?"

"Mostly my apartment, her sorority house or sometimes when we are in her car."

"I notice you rode here on your bike. Do you have a car?"

"No, can't afford it right now. I'm hoping to buy one for my senior year. I'll be doing some field trips, so I'll need something to get me back and forth. If it didn't rain so much, I'd get a motorbike, but that's not practical around here."

She sat back, tapping her index finger on her lower lip. I wondered if she realized just how sexy she was. I sure as hell did. I found myself slouching most of the time to hide the erection that came and went during our time together. I was pretty sure she had noticed, but I wasn't going to make it obvious if I could help it.

"So, getting back to Ginny, what are the things that tell you she wouldn't be a candidate for Mrs. Smith?"

"Our interests are different when it comes to things other than sex and food. I think differently than she does. I guess that's the potential engineer in me. I'm much more interested in world affairs and politics than she is. I like to problem solve and she gets frustrated easily by problems. She's very bright, but doesn't have much staying power when it comes to solving puzzles or problems."

"Do you think she would be a faithful partner in a marriage?"

I looked at Georgette, wondering where that question came from. I gave it some thought.

"I'm not sure."

"You have doubts about her?"

"Every once in a while I catch her in a little lie that wasn't at all necessary. Little things like where she was or why she was late at one time or another. I don't understand why she would need to lie. We aren't committed to each other. But ... the truth is ... she lies. I think that's a deal-breaker for me."

Georgette was nodding. "Did you tell her you knew she wasn't telling the truth when you discovered it?

"No ... I didn't. I guess I just wanted to keep the peace and not get into a big fuss over what were small things. I couldn't figure out why she'd bother."

"Let's move on to other things, then," she said. "I want to ask about your ideal woman. See if you can describe the woman that you would most like to have as a life partner. Describe her physically first, then tell me about her personality."

Oh-oh, another question fraught with danger. How do I describe someone who looks exactly like her?

"Is it something you haven't thought about before?" she asked. "Most men have an ideal woman in mind. Often a movie star or the like."

"Uhhm ... well ... in some ways, I change my mind now and then. It kind of depends on the latest influence."

"Okay, well tell me who the latest influence is then."

Oh, shit. "Uhhm, actually ... it's you," I stumbled.

"Oh," she said, blushing deeply.

"Sorry ... didn't mean to upset you."

"No ... you didn't upset me. Just surprised me ... with your honesty."

"Oh ... well ... I guess I didn't hide my appreciation for you very well. You are a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you, John," she said, still blushing from her breastbone to her cheeks. I don't think I'd ever seen a woman blush quite so dramatically.

"I can't be the first guy to tell you that, surely."

"No ... not the first. But ... now that I've got to know you a little bit, I know it was sincere. You don't throw compliments around freely."

We were at an awkward point. I wanted to get back to what we set out to do that afternoon.

"Why did you ask me that question about my ideal woman?"

"I was trying to find out what values you had. What you thought was important, both physically and mentally, in a woman you would be interested in."

"Well, I guess we've covered the physical part. I admire women who are tall, but not skinny, who could be athletic. I want to be seen with a woman that everyone can see is a woman."

Georgette laughed. "You mean with big tits and a round ass?"

"You said it, not me," I laughed along with her.

"There's nothing unusual about that, John. That's kind of a universal wish that a majority of heterosexual men hold. So, I'll do as a physical model of your latest ideal woman?"

"Without a doubt. I may not be changing my mind any time soon, either."

"Okay, what about personality?" she asked, still chuckling at the last comment.

"Well, you already know what I'm interested in, so I'd like a companion who at least is interested in some of the things I am. It doesn't have to be a one-to-one match all the way down the line, but at least a good portion of our interests should be shared."

"Very logical and common. Not as easy to achieve as it is to describe. The other thing to remember is that some personality traits are more important than others. They aren't all weighted the same. What do you consider the most important?"

"Hard to answer that," I said, thinking about the question. "Sometimes it would be intelligence, another time it would be honesty, and again it would be affection. If my mood swings back and forth as things occur in my life, then my partner has to be able to cope, just as I would to her shifts in mood. I guess you'd call that adaptability."

"Yes, and that's really important too," she agreed. "Life doesn't go along in a straight line, day after day. It's full of dips and rises, some small and some large."

We took another break at that point while Georgette refilled her iced tea and I took a small swig of water from the bottle. Conservatively dressed, she was wearing a knee-length navy blue skirt and short sleeved pale green blouse, buttoned up the front almost to the throat. Her black leather flats might have been slippers. There was very little sign of makeup and I once again realized just how naturally beautiful she was.

"Just a few more questions to finish up, John. I was wondering if you had any thoughts of the frequency of intercourse that you would expect from a steady girlfriend or spouse?"

"I'm only having sex about once a week right now, but I think I'd be happier with three or more times per week if I was in a permanent relationship."

"How would you react to a woman that you fell in love with who didn't want sex with the same frequency as you? Perhaps she would be satisfied with less, but also might want more."

"Well, if they weren't in reasonable balance, I could see that leading to frustration and might cause the breakup of the pair. It might also lead to cheating. One of the partners trying to compensate for the lack of sex from the other."

"So, before you made a commitment, you would want to know just how sexual your partner was then?"

"Yes, that's right. I know things can change over time, so you can't predict that an individual's sex drive is always going to be the same."

"That's very perceptive of you," she said. "Women often find their sex drive decreases after childbirth, or as they age. Some men can't perform as well as they age. Weight gain and physical conditioning always play a role. Then there's job stress and a whole host of other pressures that can contribute to changes in sexual interest."

I understood what she was saying and I had to agree that all those factors could play into how a relationship developed over time.

"I think that's enough for today, John. You've been a super subject and if you can stand it, I'd like to do one more next Saturday. Would you agree to that?"

"Sure. It's been interesting for me too. I think I'm finding out things about myself that I'd never really thought about."

"Wonderful. I'm pleased to hear that. So I'll see you at the same time next Saturday?"

"Sure. I'll be here."

She saw me to the door and waited as I walked down the stairs to my bike. I unlocked it and looked up and saw her still standing at the door. I waved and she returned it as I mounted up and rode away. I had a strange feeling about the past two hours that I couldn't identify. Perhaps it was the sexual attraction of Georgette. Perhaps it was something else altogether.

It only took me a few minutes to ride back to the apartment and, as I locked up my bike in the covered shed in the back, I remembered my cell phone and took it out of my pocket before turning it on. There was one message waiting for me and it was from Ginny.

She wasn't feeling well and begged off our date for tonight. It wasn't a huge deal. We were going to go out to our usual pizza place for dinner and then back to my apartment. I would be on my own until Sunday afternoon. Two of my roommates were heading for Reno to have some fun, while the third was on his way to Los Angeles with his girlfriend to attend a USC football game. One of the few times I had the place to myself and Ginny had bailed. Just my luck.