Goddess of Love (Goddess Summoning #5)(53)

"But, Pea, you -  - "

Pea didn't let her continue. "Is changing who I am the only way I can be good enough?"

"Of course it's not! I never meant for you to feel like that." She hugged Pea hard. "You're good enough exactly as you are. I just wanted this for you."

"I know, but..." Pea hesitated.

Venus pulled back and looked into the mortal's eyes. "But you didn't want it for yourself. Not this part of it?"

"Seeing myself clearly and being confident in my beauty is one thing. Getting a man by pretending to be something I'm not is another. I've been standing out here thinking about that, and I've decided that I don't even want Griffin if I have to do that."

"You know, Dorreth Pea Chamberlain, you are very wise for a mortal."

Pea grinned. "So you'll teach the class for me?"

"Well, I'm not dressed for ballet."

"Please. Like you couldn't zap yourself a leotard?"

"I don't really know ballet."

"Then teach what you know."

"Hmm...teach what I know. Now that might be interesting," Venus said thoughtfully. "Pea, I believe you may be right about this, and I will take your advice." The goddess raised her hand and then glanced at Pea. "Prepare yourself. I'm going to zap."

Pea closed her eyes. Venus waggled her fingers and a very large, very full tote bag appeared. She hefted it over her arm.

"You can open your eyes now."

"What are you going to teach?"

Venus's smile was dazzling. "What I know, of course, darling." And, she added silently to herself, I'm also going to teach that mortal man a lesson.

Chapter Seventeen

"G ood morning again. You may call me Venus. I will be your stress relief instructor for this class. You may sit anywhere...." She wiggled her fingers at the shadowy rear of the large classroom and chairs appeared. "Pull those out here, please, they are much too far away." She spoke matter-of-factly, not giving any of them time to remember that there were no chairs in the rear of the classroom when they'd first entered it. While the men were dragging out the chairs and taking their seats, Venus dug into her bag and pulled out sheets of thick parchment paper. Each was covered with an intricate diagram. Ignoring Griffin, who of course chose to sit in the front and center of the class, she began passing out the papers. The men stared at the diagram, stunned and speechless.

"We are going to talk about how to bring a woman pleasure. I will be referring to your diagram of the feminine lotus flower during our discussion. Please feel free to ask questions." She paused and let her words soak through the men. Not surprisingly, she noticed many stunned looks.

"Gentlemen, are you confused? Do you have questions already?" she asked. One of the older men hesitantly raised his hand, and Venus nodded for him to speak.

"Well, ma'am, I think we're wondering what girl flowers have to do with stress relief."

"Darling, I'm using the term 'feminine lotus flower' as a representative term." Venus paused and saw that the men still looked confused. She sighed. "As a representative term for the vagina," she clarified.

Several men sent her shocked looks. She tried not to notice that Griffin was smiling.

"Uh, ma'am?" The same man had his hand up again.

"Yes," she said cheerfully, trying her best to be patient with the mortal dolt.

"Uh, I still don't understand what the...ur...vagina blossom has to do with our stress relief."

"Lotus blossom," she automatically corrected. "What is your name?"

"J. D. Maples."

"Are you married J. D.?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Would it not relieve an innumerable amount of stress in your life if you knew how to bring your wife such pleasure that she eagerly welcomed you to her bed and searched for excuses to ask you to press your naked body against hers?"

J. D.'s mouth opened, then closed. "I see your point, ma'am."

The group of men made noises of agreement.

"I thought you would." Venus smiled. "Now women have several different types of orgasms, but to avoid confusion today we shall concentrate on only two of them, the clitoral and the vaginal orgasms. In addition we will also talk about discovering each woman's deep pleasure zone."

Venus thought for a moment before she recalled the name she'd learned during her many Google searches. "The G-spot. You should know that women do tend to have preferences about which orgasm they enjoy most, but - "

Griffin's hand went up. Venus forced herself not to frown. "Yes, um, did you say your name was Mr. DeAngelo?"

"Griffin," he said, his confident half smile never wavering. "Please call me Griffin."

"Very well. Did you have a question already, Griffin?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was wondering about the orgasms. How do we know which one our lover prefers?"

"You ask her," Venus said coolly. "But I believe I can answer part of this question for all women without having to ask even one of them besides myself, of course. All women prefer the type of orgasm that is followed by a man of integrity keeping his word and not suddenly disappearing."