It was the last day of the spring semester, and the weather was getting warm. We had all gathered in the school hall for a closing assembly, with various speeches and awards.  The air conditioning was offline and with the entire student body gathered, the hall was getting a little muggy – the ceiling fans lazily moved the warm air around, giving only the barest of relief.  I sat in a folding chair on the stage along with various other staff members, perspiring gently, listening to Principal Beaumont drone on, occasionally fanning myself with the papers I held.

I perked up as I heard Beaumont mention my name.  “As many of you will know, Mx Hickory was with us as cover until Mrs Boswell came back from maternity leave.  We are expecting her back in the new school year, so this is Mx Hickory’s last day with us – although I hope that we may see them again in future, if the school has need.  I am sure you will all join me in wishing them well in their next endeavours, as I just ask them to say a few words.”  He stepped back from the podium to a background ripple of light applause.

I stepped up to the podium, glared up at the mic and wrestled it down to point in my vague direction.  “This thing was designed for tall people, right?” I joked.    “Anyway, it’s warm in here, so I’ll keep this brief.”  There was a look of general relief from the audience.  I launched into my pre-prepared series of platitudes: wonderful people, great school spirit, miss them all deeply, etc.  As I spoke though, my eyes searched through the faces until I found the one I was looking for.  It would have been hard to miss her.  Emily was sat near the front and was gazing up at me as I talked, eyes shining.  

Emily had really blossomed in the time since our unexpected encounter in the shower.  Knowing that I found her attractive – even if the demands of professional propriety had prevented me from doing anything much about it – had given a massive boost to her self-confidence, and while she was in many ways still the gawky and adorable nerd that had developed a crush on her gym teacher, there was a new assuredness to the way she talked and carried herself around school.  She even dressed more daringly, shorter skirts and tighter tops that showed off her figure.  I wasn’t the only one that had noticed, it had been the subject of casual discussion in the staff lounge, with the general conclusion that there must be a boy in her life, although no-one knew who.  I had just smiled and nodded along.  We had spent quite a bit of time together as, under the auspice of ‘punishment’, she helped me with chores around the gym offices, giving us plenty of opportunity to talk – about ourselves, family, school, life; all the little intricate dances of getting to know another person.  And the fact that we were doing all this in a small office and a storeroom each barely big enough for two people had meant constant brushing past and against each other, that had kept the tension between us at a simmering heat, at least on my part – I’d worn out more toys in the last few weeks, trying to keep my libido under control at home, than I would normally go through in a year.

I finished up my short speech to another round of polite clapping, although Emily’s seemed a little more enthusiastic than most, and took my seat again, to wait out the rest of the assembly.  Afterwards, it was back to the office to grab my kit, and then off home.  I didn’t see Emily at school after the assembly.  I’d decided it was best to leave it up to her to take the lead or not.  I had, days before, ‘accidentally’ left a letter with my home address on it lying out while Emily was tidying the office and drawn it to her attention.  I had then pretended not to notice her taking a picture of it on her phone.  So, I knew that she knew where to find me if she decided she still wanted to. 

I parked my truck outside my apartment block and headed inside.  I’d only just had time to drop my bag and pour myself a cold drink when I heard the ring of my doorbell.  Anticipation and desire  bubbled up inside me.  I took a deep breath.  “Easy, Hickory,” I admonished myself, “It could just be an Agoji parcel delivery.”  I went over and cautiously opened the door on the security chain.  It was not an Agoji parcel delivery, or any other sort of delivery – at least unless someone had started a company that delivered teenage deer girls to your door.  Emily stood on my doorstep, chewing her lower lip, feet fidgeting.

I closed the door to release the chain, and then opened it fully as fast as I could.  “Emily! Come in!”  The relief and delight at the fact that she had actually come buoyed my spirits up like helium in a balloon.  I started to move back to give her room to come in but barely managed a step before she was across my threshold, arms around me, kissing me desperately, like a woman drowning offered air.  I staggered back slightly – I hadn’t braced myself for an onslaught of passion – but quickly found my footing and returned her kisses, our lips mashing against each other, our tongues clumsily wrestling and we both let out little gasps and grunts of passion; each of our hands roamed feverishly over the body of the other, with no particular aim or goal, only to touch that which had been denied until now.  Her glasses steamed with the heat of our mingled breath.

After long moments of passionate embrace, I broke off the kiss.  “Em! Let me just… Oh!” Since my lips were no longer occupying hers, she was trailing kisses down my neck and into the hollow of my collarbone, while one of her hands had found that spot at the base of my tail and was massaging it.  My knees went a little weak, but I focused.  “Let me just… close… the door!”  I pushed forwards, keeping her in the circle of my arms, until one outstretched hand managed to grab the handle of the door.  I pulled it closed behind her and, as the latch clicked, I pinned her up against the wooden surface.  I kissed her again, deeper and harder this time, one long kiss, and as I did, I caught her wrists in my hands, held them firm – she was taller than me, but I was stronger, and she couldn’t escape even if had she wanted to, but she didn’t struggle as I kissed her, pressed my body against her, trapping her between me and the door, only caressed my tongue with hers as I plundered her mouth, the faint taste of strawberry on her breath now shared with me.  

I pulled my head back again, a thin line of saliva connecting our lips for a moment before it parted.  “Good to see you too,” I quipped.  I still held her wrists fast, held her against me, the warmth between us building.

“Oh, Mx Hickory…” Emily gasped.

“Uh-uh,” I interrupted.  “Just ‘Hickory’ now.”  I smiled, free of the burden of professionalism.

She returned the smile, radiantly.  “Hickory.  Oh, Hickory.  It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

“Me too.   But can you wait just a little while longer? Or do you really want to do this here in the hallway?”

She bit her lower lip for a moment’s thought.  I suspected that she was contemplating seeing what would happen if she answered that question with a ‘yes’ – and I was ready for if she did, but she shook her head.  “Not if you’d rather not.  But, please, don’t keep me waiting long.”  Her tone was plaintive with unfulfilled desire.  Pressed up against her as I was, I could feel her rubbing her thighs together.

I let go of one wrist and drawing her by the other led her into the room that did joint duty as living room, kitchen and dining room.  “Okay.  I’m not your teacher any more – but I’m still the older and – probably – more experienced person in this relationship, which means I do feel responsible for making sure I fuck you, not fuck you up.  And that means I want you to answer some questions, the sort of questions I couldn’t ask you at school.”

Emily made a whining noise of frustration.  I grinned.  “What? Too boring? All right – lets make it a bit more interesting.  Every question you answer gets a piece of clothing taken off.  Yours or mine, your choice.”

She immediately perked up. “What if I’ve got questions for you?”  

“They also get you a piece of clothing – my choice.”

Emily bit her lower lip again in that reflex that made my loins tingle every time she did it.  “What if we run out of clothes before we do questions?”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Then every answer gets you a reward.  I’m sure I can think of enough to keep us going.”  She cast her eyes down and her inner ears flushed pink at the thought.  She nodded her assent.

“First question then:  How experienced are you, Emily?  Sexually, I mean.”

Emily shook her head slightly.  “I’m not. I’ve never been with anyone. I’m sorry.”

I caressed her soft cheek with my hand, and she leaned her head into my touch.  “You don’t need to be sorry.  I’m incredibly touched that you want me to be your first.  And I’m not going to belittle you by asking if you’re sure you do – but do let me clear that if, at any point, you want to stop, slow down or take a break, all you have to do is say.  Now – what would you like to come off first?”

“Your top? Please?”  Her eyes were bright and fixed on me.  

“Your wish is my command.”  I stepped back from her to give her a better view and slowly, teasingly, slid the hem of my T-shirt up over my abs, revealing more of my white fur to her gaze, then a little higher to show my sports bra, then quickly pulled the shirt off over my head, tossing it into a corner.  “If you’d been ten minutes later arriving, I’d probably have already taken this off,” I teased her, stroking my fingers over the front of the bra – I only wore it at work.  She pouted a little at that.

I opened my mouth to ask a second question, but she leaped in – “How, um, experienced are you?”  Clever girl – turning it around on me like that.  I suspected it was just to get more clothes off more quickly, but I’d answer it.

“Well, I hope you’re not wanting an exact number because – to be honest – I’d have to think about it.  I got my start quite a bit earlier than you are now.  I’ve been with men and women – sometimes at the same time and, shall we say, I like trying new things.”

“Oh, okay.  I hope you’ll show me some of them?”

I moved in to run my fingers over her cheek again. “Sweet girl, I’ll show you them all if you want. At least, all the ones I actually enjoyed.  Now, turnabout seems fair: let’s get this shirt off you.”  She was wearing a tight, button-up shirt.  She raised her hands to start unbuttoning it, but I forestalled her by stepping in close to her, and unfastening the bottom button myself.  As the cloth parted to reveal a little ‘V’ of her belly-fur, I slid one hand inside her shirt, stroking her tummy, while my other hand worked on the next button up.  Emily let out a little chirr of pleasure, and as each button gave way, I worked my hand upwards, running my fingers over her soft pelt.  All too soon, the last button came undone and her shirt fell open to reveal a lace-trimmed green bra that cradled her perky teenage bosom.  I slid the shirt down over her shoulders and off her arms, tossing it into the corner next to mine.
My next question for Emily:  “How much have you done with yourself?”

She blushed again as she answered: “I’ve, you know, rubbed myself, down there.  And on a pillow.  I’ve tried putting things in there and… in my tail-hole,”  she nearly whispered that latter bit, “But it hurt so I stopped.”  She ducked her head, but then glanced up at me coyly.  “I think about you when I rub myself.”  I swallowed hard.  For an inexperienced girl, she seemed to know exactly what to say to get my motor revved up.  She added eagerly, “Could you take your shorts off?” Another clever choice – my shorts were tight, and I would have to take my shoes off first.  I nodded, stepping back again. My shoes were kicked off and tossed aside, my socks following them.   I turned, lifting my tail, and bending over slightly, wiggled my ass at her as I slid my shorts down over the modest curve of my rump and off, revealing plain grey jersey boxers.    

“Sorry – I’ve never really gone in for sexy under-things,” I apologised as I turned back, but she didn’t seem to mind.  Her eyes were fixed on my crotch.  I glanced down, and saw a darker damp spot in the cloth.  My ears warmed.  

“Is that because of me?” She whispered, her fascinated gaze never shifting.  

“Em,” I replied honestly, “You have gotten me so turned on, I’m amazed I’m not actually dripping.” She made a little inarticulate noise, and I grinned at her.  “And since that was a question, I’m claiming your pants now.”  She started to protest, then remembered that she wanted me to take her clothes off and acquiesced.  Like me, she kicked off her shoes and socks, and I then knelt in front of her.  I planted a kiss on her tummy just above the waistband of her pants, and nuzzled my nose into her fur, smelling the faint floral scent of her body shampoo and a faint but distinct hint of female arousal, a hint which grew more prominent as I undid the fastener at her waist and slid her pants down over her hips, stroking my hands down her haunches, as I pulled them down to her ankles.  Revealed to my eyes was a pair of green panties, lace-trimmed to match the bra, and also revealed to both eye and nose was a similar damp patch of arousal.  I didn’t comment, only planted another kiss at her waist, and rose to stand next to her.  

I slipped an arm around her waist as I moved to stand next to her, coiling my tail around her leg and ankle.  My TV was turned off and its blank screen served as a dark mirror in which I could see us both, now stood in my lounge only in our undergarments. Emily, half a head taller than me, her roan and white fur contrasting with her green lingerie; me: plain, monochromatic white, with only the dark grey of my bra and boxers to provide any contrast.  

“Looks like we’re down to four questions before I have to start getting creative,” I observed, and Emily giggled.  “Maybe time to move to some more immediately practical ones, like: Are you expected home at any particular time tonight?”

“Nope!” Emily answered cheerfully.  “I told my parents I’d be staying over at a friend’s place to celebrate the end of school.”  Well, I guessed it was technically true, although I doubted her parent’s would have been entirely on-board if they’d known how we were planning on spending the time.  “Bra, please, Hickory!”  She matched deed to word by tugging it up and off, as I raised my arms to let her pull it off me.  My nipples immediately popped up to luxuriate in their freedom: two rose-pink islands amidst the snow-white sea of fur.  Emily asked hesitantly, “Can I touch them?”

“Please do,” I replied, turning slightly to give her better access.  She put her hands on my chest, suddenly uncertain but, as I gave her an encouraging smile, she started to explore, hands roaming over my chest. I stifled a groan of lust as her palms rubbed against my nipples.   “You can be a bit rough with them, if you want,” I said helpfully.  She looked at me questioningly, and I elaborated: “You can pinch them or pull on them a bit.”
She tentatively grasped each tender bud between thumb and forefinger, and squeezed a little. “Like this?” she asked.  

“Like that,” I gasped, “But you can be a bit rougher still.”  She pinched more firmly, and at the same time tugged, first one, then the other, alternating back and forth before pulling on them at the same time.  My knees buckled a little, as bolts of mingled pain and pleasure rippled through me.  “Oh, gods, yes…,” I moaned.

She stopped tugging and let me go. “Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, with a fascinated expression.

I smirked.  “Yes. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  As you know.”  Her ears flicked and I could feel the warmth of her blush radiating off her.  “And you technically asked three questions there, but I’ll call it one and follow-ups.  I think you can guess what I want you to take off…”  Emily nodded, and reached behind her back to release the catch of her brassiere.  With one hand, she slid the straps of her shoulders, while the other kept the cups pressed against her chest, before whisking it away, letting her breasts bounce slightly as they were freed.  I took a moment to admire them – modest in size (although very generous compared to my near-total lack) but with teen perkiness that meant her nipples were tilted upwards, ready for later nibbling.  I realised I was unconsciously licking my lips and stopped myself.

“All right.  Anything particular you want to do – or have done to you – today?”  

“Everything!” Emily declared, starry-eyed.

I laughed.  “‘Everything’ might be a bit much to get done in one day.  Maybe by the end of the summer!”

She pouted exaggeratedly and then smiled at me.  “Well, maybe… you could spank me?  Other than that – I trust you. And… you could take your shorts off now?”  In assent, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slipped them off.  As I straightened up, Emily was staring at my groin again, the thicker tuft of fur that covered my mound, as if by staring hard enough she could divine what lay beneath – not that I expected it to be very long before she got a good view.  With the last barrier of cloth removed the smell of my arousal in the air grew more noticeable.  Emily took a deep breath.  “You… smell good, Hickory.”

“So do you.”  In truth, the potent mix of female musk and pheromones in the relatively small room was making my head spin with desire.  I tried to focus; I knew I had another question, but it was hard to recall…  Oh! Yes:  “And is there anything you don’t want to do?  You can always say no when I suggest something, but is there anything you want to rule out in advance?”  I wanted to get that question out of the way before she was too caught up in the moment – I knew I’d occasionally said ‘yes’ to something when in the throes of passion and regretted it later.

Emily hesitated, then “Uhm.  Other than the spanking, could we rule out butt-stuff?”  She then hastily added, “Just for today. I do want to try it… later?”  I could hear a ‘I think?’ heavily implied in the tone.  

I nodded reassuringly, “No problem, my darling girl.  Now, I think I’m out of questions, so if you want to get those panties off, I can show you the bedroom…”

“Aww, if you’re out of questions, does that mean I don’t get rewards after all?”  

I raised an eyebrow, “Well, I suppose that was technically a question, so I’d better think of something.”  I drew nearer.  “Of course, it will have to be something I wasn’t going to do anyway – because that would just be cheating…  Ooh! I know!  I call this one: ‘Look, no hands!’”  I waved my hands in the air and then tucked them firmly behind my back.  Emily was watching my hands in puzzlement – which was my intent – and she startled when the tip my tail slid up the inside of her leg.  My tail wasn’t quite prehensile, but it was long, muscular and more than agile enough for this purpose:  I drew it rapidly up her leg, over her thigh until it reached the thin cloth barrier that still shielded her quim.  I flexed my tail muscles and the rough skin of my tail thrust suddenly between her legs, rubbing against the damp spot on her panties and the sensitive flesh underneath, making her gasp out loud.  I slowly tensed, drawing my tail back teasingly against her before sending it suddenly darting between her legs again.  Emily instinctively widened her stance, giving me better access, as I repeated the motions: slowly back and suddenly through, each time rubbing against her increasingly sensitive cleft.  The damp spot on her panties gradually spread, as her nipples flushed a deeper and darker red.  I teased her like this until I thought she was on the very edge of orgasm, her little gasps and moans my barometer of her arousal, and then just before she could climax, I stopped: dropping my tail back down pulling it away.  It left her on tip-toe, thrusting her hips against the air.  Emily cried out in wordless longing as I deprived her of her orgasm.

“Hickory!” She protested when she found her voice.

“I know; I’m evil. But when I do make you come, it’s going to be so much better for the wait,” I promised.

“It had better be,” she sulked.   

“Now, get those panties off, my beautiful deer, and let’s get you in my bedroom.  It’ll be a lot more comfortable for what I’ve got in mind than the floor in here.  Plus, my toy collection is through there.”

“Toys?”  She looked puzzled.

“You know… ‘Toys.’”  I emphasised the word with wiggled eyebrows.  She still looked blank.  “Oh, you know what – easier to show you. But first…!”  I dropped to my knees, seizing the last flimsy shield of her modesty,  pulling it to the floor, exposing her to my eyes.  The lips of her cunny were swollen from my not so tender ministrations with my tail and clearly visible even through her fur, the pearl of her clit standing proud of its hood, begging for further attention – which I thoroughly intended to give it very soon.  I planted a soft kiss on her mound, and then rose to my feet again, grabbing her hand as I did.

“You know – this is the second time we’ve both been naked together,” I observed.  “I like it a lot better this time!”  

Emily flung her free arm around me and pressed her naked self up against me.  “Yeah! But… if it hadn’t been for that first time, we probably wouldn’t be here now.  So, I guess I’m grateful in a weird way?”  I just kissed her by way of reply.

“Come on,” I drew her out of through the doorway into my bedroom.  Looking around, I wished I had had time to clear up before Emily arrived: the bed was unmade and stray clothing scattered the floor.  “Let’s put on some music…”  I thumbed through my phone and started something playing over the wireless speaker by my bed.  I didn’t really care what – I just wanted something that would mask the noises I expected us both to be making soon.  A thudding rock beat began to reverberate through the room.  Perfect.
“Now, Emily,” I said turning to her, putting on a mock-stern tone, “I think you’ve been very naughty today.  Standing here all naked, making me horny.  You’re going to have to be punished.”

“Ohhh, no…” Emily replied, unconvincingly.  I caught her eye, and it was plain she was suppressing laughter as, in fairness, was I.

“Oh, yes! And you know how naughty girls get punished!”  

“Oh, please, Hickory, not a spanking!”  The way that her legs were fretting against each other sent a very different message to her words.

“Bend over the bed, Emily,” I instructed.  “Chest on the bed.  Legs straight but spread – I want to see that bottom sticking right out.”  She hastened to obey.  My bed was quite low and in order to rest her bosom on it, she had to bend low and spread her ankles well apart.  I moved round to stand behind her.  The short scut of her tail was raised, her cheeks parted to show me the rosebud of her anus, and her wet labia had parted, clearly showing me the sticky strands of her arousal across her cunt – she couldn’t be much more on display short of a gynaecology chair.  I uttered a low growl of desire, and ran my hands over her haunches.  “Oh, girl – do you have any idea what you look like when you’re spread open like this.”

“No?”

I smacked her rump lightly.  “Rhetorical question.  But the answer is: ‘fucking sexy.’”

“Uh! Thank you, Hickory!”

“I’m going to start with some warm-up spanks, and then we’ll see where we go from there.”  I didn’t wait for her to answer but immediately smacked her left buttock, and a second later, the right.  I wasn’t spanking hard – I had plans for Emily that day that involved her spending time on her back and didn’t want lingering pain to distract.  She let out a little huff of breath, and then gasped as I delivered another quick pair of slaps.  In total, I delivered a dozen light smacks in that first flurry – light but quick, never letting the sensitivity fade.  At the end, I rested my other palm against the curve of her rump and could clearly feel the warmth radiating from it.  Her breath was coming fast by that point, her feet shuffling against the carpet, and her rear swaying invitingly.  

“Well, that’s got this cute little ass warmed up.  Now, what should I do with this?”  As I asked the question, I slipped my fingers between her nether lips and slid them up the length of her vulva, gliding through her wetness, provoking a long moan of desire from Emily.  “Should I be cruel?” I pulled my fingers away and smacked her pussy lightly,  “Or kind?”  I slipped my fingers up again, seeking out and finding her clit.

“Oh, please, Hickory…”

“‘Please’, what, Emily?”

She took a deep ragged breath, “Just… please…”

My fingers traced slow circles around and over her clit, rubbing it.  “Kind, then…”  I cupped her vulva with my hand, rolling pressure from side to side, as my fingers worked.  As her breathing grew ever faster, I could feel the juice of her desire coating my palm.  I pushed her ever closer to the brink of orgasm, and when she reached it, took her over the edge – continued to play with her pussy until the spasms had passed.
“Good?” I asked.  

“Oh, gods, yes.” Emily managed to reply after a few seconds.

“Oh, good.  Then hopefully you’ll like what comes next even better.  Turn over and shuffle back onto the bed a bit further. Keep your legs open…”  

She did as I bade, rolling onto her back, and moving back so her tender backside was just about on the mattress.  I knelt between her legs and used my thumbs to part her lips again.  I was just lowering my mouth to her cunt, when she interrupted:  “Wait! Shouldn’t I…  I want to do something for you.”

I raised my head and met her gaze over the terrain of her body.  “I was planning on that in a bit, but we can now, if you’d like?”  She nodded determinedly.

“Okay, make some space – let’s get both of us on the bed.”  Emily moved over and I crawled up onto the mattress, shifting so I was half-lying, half-sitting, propped up by a pillow at the head of the bed.  I spread my legs a little, knees bent, the soles of my feet flat on the bed.

“What should I do?” Emily asked, a little uncertain.

“My general rule of thumb, if in doubt, is to start at the top and work your way down.  Come on over here, sweetheart.”  She shuffled over to me, on hands and knees, moving between my legs, so that she was above me, our torsos almost but not quite meeting, her face close to mine.  I reached out, took her face in my hands and drew her in for a long, gentle kiss.  Her eyes closed as our lips met and her mouth opened, and for a long sweet moment we shared our breathing.

“Now,” I continued when we parted, “Work your way down.  You’ve already found out that I like having my nipples played with.  How about some kisses there too?”  She nodded eagerly and moved backwards on the bed to lower her head to my chest, sticking that cute ass in the air as she did.  I felt Emily’s hot, wet mouth close on one nipple as a hand found the other, and I groaned with pleasure as she began to simultaneously suckle and squeeze.  I tried to remain at least semi-focused on my instructional role.  “Try… uh… alternating sucking and licking.  And gently,” I emphasised, “Biting… Ah!”  The exclamation was pulled from me as she immediately followed my suggestion.  

She took her mouth off my chest and looked up at me, worried.  “Too hard?”

“No! You’re fine!”  I caressed her hair reassuringly.  She smiled at me and bent back to her task, swapping hands and giving the same attention to the other side.  

I let her continue until I felt as if I might burst if my quim didn’t get some attention soon.  I interrupted her dedicated ministrations to my nipples.  “And now you could move down a little further…”  She straightened up, and shuffled back a bit further.  I reached down between my legs and used my fingers to spread myself open, exposing my wet, pink insides to her.  

“Ever really looked at yours? Or anyone else’s?” I asked.  Emily shook her head, her gaze fascinated.  “Well, get a good look now – although I expect you’ll be getting a very close look later,” I joked, “And then touch – gently.  Compare it to how yours feels.  You know what feels good when you do it to yourself, try it on me.”  She reached out tentatively, graceful fingers first brushing against soft flesh, and then stroking with increasing assurance.  She traced lines up and down my vulva, sending shivers of pleasure through me.  

“Try rubbing my clitoris with your thumb,” I suggested, drawing her attention to the little nub of flesh standing proud at the top of my quim waiting to be heeded.  As she did so, my toes curled reflexively against the shock of pleasure.  “And – ah, yesss…. You can put a finger in me.  In fact, try two.”  Emily cautiously slid first her middle finger and then her index finger into the tight embrace of my vagina – no need for lube: I was sopping wet.  

“Oh! You feel so warm and soft!” 

“You could say you’ve found my tender side,” I grinned.  “Now thrust in and out with your fingers while keeping on with your thumb.”  As she began to obey, I clutched at the bedsheets with my hands.  I could just about focus for one last suggestion:  “Turn your hand, so it’s palm up, and curl your fingers a little…”

Emily did so, and then her eyes widened, “There’s a little spot that feels different. Rougher?”

“That’s… Gnngghhhh!”  My eyes rolled back in my head as she unwittingly found and rubbed my G-spot, and all capacity for speech was stripped from me as the orgasm flared through me.  By the time I’d regained my awareness of what was going on, Emily had pulled her fingers out of my body, and watching me carefully.

“Hickory?  That looked… good? I did okay?”  

“You did better than okay, darling.  Come up here and give me another kiss.”  She crawled up the length of my body again, and I kissed her softly, wrapping my arms around her and holding her soft body against my own.  We snuggled like this for a little while, until the last orgasmic shivers had died down, and I could contemplate my next step.

“Emily?”  I asked.  She made a soft questioning noise of acknowledgement.  “If I just use fingers and tongue on you, you’ll still be – by some reckonings – a virgin.  Is that something that matters to you? Or do you want me to fuck you?”  

“I want you to make me yours,” she replied simply, pressing against me.  “However you can.”  My heart melted at the unadorned declaration.

“Well then,” I replied.  “I think it’s time to introduce you to some of the toy collection.”  I nudged her off me, and then rolled over to open the drawer built into the base of the bed-frame.  Inside was an untidy jumble of sex toys.  Not a huge collection – the salary of a relatively new teacher didn’t allow for a lot of luxuries, but I liked to think I covered most of the basics: buttplug, dildo, vibrating wand, nipple clamps, paddle…  

Emily had rolled over and come to look over my shoulder.  Her mouth was an ‘O’ of surprise.  “Ohh…. ‘Toy’ collection,” she said in realisation, such that I couldn’t help but giggle.   “Are you going to use them on me?” Emily asked.

“Yep. And maybe later you on me. But for right now…”  I rummaged through the selection, plucking out the wand and putting it next to me, then continuing to search for something I hadn’t used for a while, something that didn’t have a place in the solo pleasures that were all I’d had time for for a while.  At last I found it:  a purple strapless strap-on double dildo, and its accompanying remote control clicker, which I palmed with one hand while Emily’s goggle-eyed attention was focused on the dildo.  I put the dildo on the bed between us and dipped into the drawer again to fish out a bottle of lube.

Emily had picked up the dildo in one hand and was stroking it warily with the others, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.  “It’s… so big,” she murmured.  

“Eh, the bit that will be going in you is about the same size as the average male I’ve known,” I said.  “But, handy tip, if you ever are in bed with a guy, you cannot go wrong by saying that to him.”  We both chuckled.

She held it up consideringly, “So, this end goes in you and then it’s like you’ve got a penis? And you’re going to have sex with me with it?”

“Yes and yes. Assuming you want to.”

“Oh, yes!  But… you can’t feel anything from it?”

I smirked.  “Oh, the end in me gives plenty of stimulation.  Plus there’s a surprise you haven’t spotted yet.  And the advantage of this over a guy’s cock is that he generally can’t keep going after he cums.  I can keep going until my hips give out or one of us cries ‘Uncle!’”  

Emily gave me a naughty grin,  “Sounds good! How do you want me?”  I arranged her much as I had been earlier, but slightly further down the bed so she was lying flat.  I moved between her legs, and squeezed a dribble of lube over the end of the dildo that would go in me, before slipping it in.  I squeezed down on the bulb inside me to hold it in place and looked down at the purple phallus that now rose proudly from between my legs, before looking up at Emily.  

“I’m just going to warm you up a bit more,” I said.  I wanted her to be as relaxed and horny as possible before I thrust into her for the first time.  I picked up the wand and, clicking it on, pressed its bulbous head to her quim.  Emily let out a long soft sigh of pleasure as the vibrator buzzed vigorously against her lips and clit.  I worked my way up and down, teasing her by switching up the speed and patterns of the vibrations, until her quickened breathing – and the increasingly wet noises from her cunny told me that she was well on the road to her next orgasm.  

I drizzled more lubricant over the business end of the dildo, and spread it over with my hand, stroking it as I would a penis.  “I’m going to put it in now,” I said.  Emily just nodded in reply.  I held the wand against her clit as, with my other hand, I lined up the head of the dildo with her vaginal opening.  Then, with a slow but steady thrust of my hips, I pushed into her.  Emily cried out my name as I opened her up in a way she had never felt before. I could feel slight resistance as her muscles objected to being stretched in this novel fashion, but I paid it on the regard of continuing slowly, edging forward, sliding ever deeper into the embrace of her flesh, until I was entirely buried in her, my loins touching her.  The wand was now trapped between our bodies, buzzing against both of us, and I leaned forwards, adjusting my angle, moving up over her body to put my arms either side of hers, rest myself on her chest.  

“Are you okay?” I asked.  “Not too uncomfortable?”

“I… it hurt a little?  Not bad. Stretching feeling.  Weird.”  Emily’s answer was disjointed as she got used to the new sensation. 

“Ready for the surprise I mentioned?”  She just quirked an eyebrow at me.  I felt around in the sheets for where I had hidden the remote control clicker and, finding it, clicked it into life.  The vibrator that was built into the dildo awoke into life, and a new sensation spread into both of us.

“Oh! Oh my!”  Emily gasped.  

I grinned down at her.  “You don’t find real cocks that can do that!”  I pulled my hips back and she exhaled as my ‘cock’ slid almost out of her, and then gasped as I pushed back in.  I experimented with different rhythms until I found the one that got Emily bucking her hips back against me, and kept at that, until she wrapped her arms and legs around my back and pulled me into her, holding my buzzing length deep inside her as she wailed out her pleasure into my ear.  Then, grateful for the athletic demands of my career, I did it again.

Emily was glassy-eyed and near limp from sensory overload before the vibrations brought me to my own climax, shuddering against her, grinding my most sensitive spot against hers.  Then I collapsed on top of her, the dildo still buried deep inside us both, binding us together.  I barely managed to find the strength to click off the vibrations, and toss the wand to one side.

We lay there for a long while, my head on her chest.  I could hear the hammering of her heart, gradually slowing back to a normal pace; our breathing easing back to long deep sighs of contentment.  Emily hooked her ankles over mine, and folded me in her arms, pressing me against her.  “Oh, Hickory… That was wonderful,” she sighed.  “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow, but totally worth it.  Thank you.”

I looked up at her face, resting my chin on her chest, “Thank you, Emily.  For trusting me.  For loving me.  For giving me this chance to make you happy.”

She sighed.  “So… what next?”

I glanced sideways at the clock.  “Well, it’s only just gone six…  How about we untangle ourselves, go shower, then order take-out?”

“That sounds… nice,”  Emily replied.  

“And then, once we’ve digested, maybe I can show you a few more things.”

“That sounds even better.”

I laughed.  “Okay… I’m going to pull out now.”  She let me out of her embrace and I wearily flexed my hips to slide the dildo out of her, before reaching it down to pull it out of myself.  The sheets were wet with the mingled fluids of our combined orgasms, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air.  I rolled off the bed and staggered to my feet, holding out a hand to Emily.

“Shower. C’mon.”

She took my hand, and we headed together towards the rest of the evening.