“Tell me when you feel, like, just, total insanity—okay? You’ll know when I get there.” She nodded and looked right at me.
“Yes, yes, okay, okay,” she said. This was just so cool! I don’t know when the next time in my life I would have penetrative sex would be, but whenever that does happen, I will be so much better at it than I ever was. I understood arousal and connection in a whole new way that I never did before. But that’s not important right now. The task at hand was finding this virgin’s clit.
I moved the wand slightly down and she grabbed onto my hand. She led out an adorable moan, sneaky and soft, but it was a sound of pleasure for sure. I nestled the oval directly on that spot and held it there. She trembled and held onto my arms for support. Her breathing became faster and faster. I couldn’t stop smiling. The only thing better than having a great orgasm yourself, is helping someone else have one.
“Just take it all in. Enjoy it,” I said, like I was a drug dealer and she was a customer sampling out some of my new stash. She kept repeating “please, please, please.”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please don’t stop!” she screamed.
Hmmm. That gave me an interesting idea. The nice teacher in me suddenly wanted to become a little bit mean and toy with her just for a minute. While she was exploring her first orgasm I was introducing myself to a new, more dominant side of my brain.
I took the toy away from her clit and stood up with it in my hand raised above my head, like she was a dog who didn’t deserve her treat. She looked at me completely shocked and whimpered, and I steadily remained true to this new character.
“How bad do you want this?” I said.
“So badly! I want it, I need it,” she said.
“I don’t believe you. Touch yourself and prove it to me,” I said firmly.
I wanted her to feel good, but I wanted her to work for it. I figured a tiny bit of distress now could lead to a better orgasm later, right? And this would be her first orgasm. We may as well make it count.
She took her fingers and furiously rubbed her pussy in the same exact spot I had found before.
“Now, stick your finger inside yourself slowly and use the moisture from there to lube up your clitoris.” She followed my instructions. She could barely fit one finger inside her vagina—she slowly inched her way in there with just her index finger.
“Take your time! It’s okay!” I said. She got about half of her finger in, and she remained still for a moment. This was such a new feeling for her; she was overwhelmed. After a pause, she went deeper inside with her finger, and she smiled. Then she did a very slow in and out motion, ever so lightly and softly. I believe I was watching her lose her virginity to her own finger.
“Good girl,” I said. She took the finger out and slid the slippery juices from her inside to her outside. Then her body discovered the power of multitasking, and she took her left hand and rubbed her clit, and put her right index finger back inside her vagina. Apparently she liked it in there!
I still held onto the toy. I would sit here and decide when I felt as though she deserved it to return. She stared up at me with her big, inquisitive eyes. I kept my face looking sharply rigid, or at least, I thought I did. I sure was smiling on the inside and I hope I wasn’t giving it away because I didn’t want to fuck up this interesting dynamic. I was getting off on it, and I could tell she was, too.
“Please!” she said again.
“More!” I said. She finger-fucked herself faster and faster now. She continued to rub her clit as well. Her flannel shirt still covered her top half. I could see the inside of her pussy but I couldn’t see her nipples. The curiosity killed me, but for some reason I just wanted her tits to remain a mystery.
“Close your eyes,” I said, and she obediently closed them tightly. It was cute! She continued to rub and finger-fuck herself as well as she could without looking. I came up from behind her, I put my fingers through the back of her hair, and she moaned, loudly this time. Her moan sounded more adult like, more guttural, and more natural than before. I slapped her hand away from her clit; she was ready.
I returned the blue wand directly to her clit, pressing down with great pressure. She squirmed around and I held her in place by firmly pulling the root of her hair. She breathed in and out loudly.
“What do I do? It feels so weird!” she said.
“Let it out. Come on, do it, just let it all out—for me,” I said. I mean, this was all for her but I felt like she would put a little more effort into it if it was intended for me.
She quivered and shook, she moaned and breathed heavily, she started hitting the floor and she wedged her one little finger as far in as it could possibly go. I held onto her long brown hair, and I gently kissed her neck. She continued to shake and cum as I held her. It was incredibly beautiful.
“Thank you,” she said, as she collapsed, her body too wobbly to support herself at the moment. She was in a smiley daze.
“No, no. Thank YOU,” I said. And I truly meant it. That was amazing.
14
I grabbed some lube and anything that I thought vaginas would want inside of them or around them. It was time for some hands-on learning.
I led my small but powerful group of women into one of the smaller ROOMZ. I figured it would be a little more intimate that way. There’s one particular room that has really grown on me. It’s in the corner; the walls are painted red, there’s two red leather couches and the light bulbs had a red tint to them, and in the middle of the room was a thick, metal stripper pole. It was like the Devil’s personal strip club, or a retro Valentine’s Day explosion of sorts.
Lucy immediately gravitated toward the pole, and began spinning around it ungracefully.
“Why don’t you change into your new French maid costume?” I said. “I’m sure we could use some cleaning around here.” She giggled, got excited, and quickly vanished into one of the darker corners of the room. Soon she emerged from the shadows, transformed into a voluptuous but sexy maid. It was a little off-putting to see her without the bunny ears, but they were replaced with a black headband surrounded by white lace. It was fascinating to see the way her facial expressions and even her entire body composure changed after she put on her outfit. It was like she was an entirely different person.
I laid out the toys, announced, “Everyone, take what you want to use!” and put a big bottle of this “mix” lube—half silicone and half water-based—in the middle of the table. It was like a lube cocktail. I tried it a few times and I was pleased with the results: not too sticky and not too watery. I’m new in the lube market, but for whatever reason this spoke to me and it made me sound very much like I was on the cutting edge of lube technology, so I felt very progressive recommending it.
“I don’t know what I want to use,” Maya quietly stated.
“Use this!” Lucy picked up the Hitachi and waved it in the air. “We can share if you want,” she said as she smiled and giggled. She really was some kind of sex fairy. She gave off this relaxed, happy, horny energy and we were all getting super high off it.