title: Docent
author: Uther Pendragon
keywords: MF exhib
universe: dialogue
summary: Brad gives Daphne a tour of his very favoite scenery.

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                             = -- =

                             Docent
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com.


     The unexamined life
     is not worth living.
       -- Socrates


"Really, Brad, these are disgusting.  I don't see why you 
printed them out."

"That, my love, is because you are a woman."

"I'd think that I would be enough for your libido."

"So you would, if only you'd move in."

"Yeah, sure!  My parents would kill me first.  You don't make 
enough to pay your own tuition, much less mine."

"What do they think that you do on your visits to my apartment?"

"Don't ask, don't tell."

"Who'da thunk that your father would adopt a Clinton position?  
For a disgusted person, you're spending an awfully long time on 
that picture."

"You're a man, you wouldn't understand."

"Why is it that when you don't understand my behavior, it's 
because men are incomprehensible, and probably disgusting; but 
when I don't understand your behavior, it's because men are dense 
and imperceptive?"

"Not always.  Sometimes it's because you, in particular, are 
dense and imperceptive.  I don't always include other men.  But 
men wouldn't understand this.  You stick out."

"And aren't you glad?  Especially when I stick in.  Hey, give me 
that."

"Really, you don't have to grab.  Why would anybody pose for a 
picture like that?"

"You didn't look at her face.  If she wants people to look at her 
picture, it's not going to be a picture of her face."

"Do I look like that?"

"No, doll.  You have a perfectly beautiful face."

"You know what I mean."

"I do, but I don't.  Does your face look like mine?  We both have 
two eyes, two ears, one nose; but vive les differences."

"I think that your face is cute."

"Well all your parts correspond to the ones in the picture.  But 
you have a most adorable little pussy, and she -- frankly -- does 
not."

"You download those pictures."

"I didn't say that hers doesn't turn me on, merely that it isn't 
cute like yours.  After all, how often do I get to see yours.  A 
few seconds at a time at that.  Look, do you really want to see?"

"To see?"

"Yourself?"

"I dunno.  I... really don't know."

"Well, while you decide, let me retune the computer.  Right now 
it is set on false colors.  It would probably turn flesh tone 
into an awful green.  

"Hey, I'm not going to get on your 'puter and be sent around the 
world by mistake."

"I can't send it anywhere.  The modem's not connected.  We could 
try a mirror, but this is better.  Trust me."

"Right!  Anyway, I haven't said that I'd do it yet."

"Didn't say that you had.  I'm just getting ready for if you do."

"What the hell.  At least I'll know what the fuss is about.  What 
do I do, strip and spread them?"

"No!  If you want biology, read an anatomy text.  This is about 
aesthetics.  Let me help you with those."

"That's for later.  You were going to show me something?"

"Okay.  Lie close to the side of the bed where you can see the 
monitor easily.  Put your legs together."

"I can see *that* part."

"Not the right way.  Look at the monitor.  Now we get a picture 
of your face and upper torso.  Not giving proper attention to two 
beautiful breasts, we arrive at Daphne's lower torso.  The 
lower-most portion of this provides a saucy pubic mound, also 
known as the mount of Venus.  The contours of this are softened, 
if not quite hidden, by a light covering of delightfully curly 
pubic hair.  

"We can see this better from this directly frontal, or overhead, 
view.  From roughly here -- let your legs fall free, but don't 
use the muscles to spread them yet -- we can begin to see the 
beginning of the cleft that leads to the beauties inside.  

"This is a freeze-frame." 

"Really?  Does that mean I don't actually have a jagged blue line 
jumping across my belly?"

"Notice how loud I'm laughing.  Anyway, back to live visuals. Let 
you legs open a little further.  That's good.  Why don't you 
raise your knees a little just as if I were about to lie between 
them?"

"As if!  I think you enjoy this more.  What is it about boys and 
their toys?  ...And their dirty pictures?  Here you get both at 
the same time."

"You were the one who wanted to see.  Anyway, here we see 
Daphne's lovely mound with the lips peeking out through the cover 
of hair.  From another perspective...,"

"Hey!"

"You wanted to see."

"But you turned the camera upside down.  I watched myself flip 
over in a second when I didn't feel myself move.  Weird 
sensations."

"Okay close your eyes...  You can open them now.  Here is the 
view that Daphne's slippers would have if they had eyes.  You got 
dizzy from my flipping the camera; I get dizzy from this view."

"Well, you could look away."
  
"No, I can't.  You're just so pretty.  Everywhere, but especially 
there."

"I don't think I look pretty.  At least, not there."

"Well, let's bring the camera closer.  From here, we can see 
Daphne's lovely lower lips lightly lidded by her lesser locks."

"Pfft!"

"I'd be perfectly happy to spread them for you, but there's no 
way to set the camera down right-side-up and have it point in the 
right direction.  Could you spread the outer lips?  I think 
that's a two-hand job."

"Like this?"

"Sure.  Look at the monitor.  Your hands are in the picture, but 
we can see the inner lips.  Notice that, while the outer ones are 
pretty in-and-of themselves, the inner ones are of an even-
greater beauty.  They are colored a delicate pink, which 
unfortunately doesn't show up that well on the monitor."  

"'We could use a mirror, but this is better; trust me.'  Why I 
ever trust you is a mystery."

"You don't trust me, doll.  You love me.  Anyway, spread your 
knees a little more and pull the outer lips a little further 
apart.  Don't do anything that hurts."

"Don't worry.  I won't."

"Now we get a better look at all the complexity where Daphne's 
labia minora meet.  Barely visible here is her lovely, sensitive, 
clitoris.  Can you spread your inner lips a bit without obscuring 
the view?"

"Like this?"

"Like it?  Doll I adore it.  Oh!  Yeah, that's the way.  Here we 
can see Daphne's adorable and so-sensitive clitoris peeking out 
of its surrounding folds.  It looks just as if it wanted a few 
caresses, but I must resist the temptation in order to finish 
this in the name of science."

"It looks a little aroused, does it?  Between your talk, the 
view, and my fingers right next to it, I'm not surprised.  What 
does surprise me is the suggestion that you ever resist 
temptation."

"You wrong me Daphne.  Did I toss you across a cafeteria table 
and rape you the first time we met?"

"Only raped me with your eyes."

"See?  That was resisting temptation.  Anyway, south -- so to 
speak -- of the clitoris is entry into the tunnel of love, 
otherwise known as Daphne's vagina.  The camera couldn't fit 
inside. It looks too small from here for Brad's cock to fit 
inside, but we know better.  Let me freeze this view."

"So that's what I look like."

"That's what you look like.  Delightful as that is..."

"It didn't look that delightful to me."

"You're prejudiced, doll.  Anyway, delightful as the view is, I 
quite prefer the touch."

"And other things more than that."

"Hey!  It's still touch.  More nerve endings than my finger tips.  
The view is still on the monitor, so you can see where things are 
happening."


The End
Docent
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com.
2004/03/21
2010/05/17

Thanks to Neneh for editing this. 


Another all-dialogue story is
cconfid.txt 
"Confidant"

The index to all my stories in this format is:
index.txt