It was Tuesday night and Claire was in a state. Tomorrow was Wednesday, the alleged day of ‘Lesson 2’. She had thought about nothing but Scott all week. Her pussy ached; she was in a constant state of arousal. After her disappointment in the shower she was reluctant to masturbate again. It wasn’t fair – how dare Scott give her the most wonderful orgasm she had ever experienced? Before her first ‘lesson’ she had enjoyed her small tingly orgasms. Now she longed to feel the waves rushing through her, taking over every inch of her body and setting it on fire. It was all his fault.
For what seemed like the thousandth time that day Claire wondered what Scott had planned for her the next day. She guessed that it was her turn to pleasure him. Never having seen a penis, she began to wonder how it would feel in her hands. She imagined herself rubbing him up and down; Claire even began to think about what he would taste like in her mouth. She’d always wanted to suck dick. Imagining herself going down on him was making her feel rather horny.
Slowly Claire started to stroke her breasts. She was wearing a cute little nighty – deep pink and satin. Her mum had got it for her as a gift for her 16 th Birthday. Claire loved the way it clung sexily to her curves. Wearing it, she felt like a pure goddess. She began to tweak her nipples; the small pink buds became hard. She was so hot; it was everything she could do not to moan in delight. Her parents were asleep in the next room and the last thing she wanted was for them to be woken by the sound of their 17 year old daughter masturbating.
Her hand reached down towards her hips. Gently she caressed her thighs, slowly pushing her nighty upwards. Her hand grazed against her pussy. She was still silky smooth and beautifully innocent from her first shave the other day. Claire began to gently stroke around her hole; feeling her wetness increasing. She squeezed her breasts harder and dipped one finger into her silky pussy. A long soft moan escaped her lips. She began thrusting inside herself, like Scott had done. Her other hand traced down her body, then crept up her nighty to gently circle her clit. Her entire body began to shiver. “Nooo!” Thought Claire, “I’m not coming like this again...”
She stopped what she was doing and began searching around her room for something more fulfilling. She studied the various items she could find. A pen? No, the pen was only slightly bigger than her finger. A bottle? No, the bottle was definitely too big. Her hand reached out for her hairbrush. She stroked the handle up and down – how she’d imagined she would touch Scott’s penis. Perfect. It was about an inch thick, five inches long and made of smooth hard plastic.