It was proving to be a typical night out with her friends for twenty year old Emma Fox. She sat in the booth nursing her vodka and orange, taking small sips from it now and again while she watched Sasha and Debbie on the dance floor of the club with the two guys who'd been chatting to them for the last twenty minutes or so. Their friend stood on the side, watching on enviously while glancing towards Emma. She knew he wouldn't come and ask her to dance, they never did.
It wasn't that it bothered her if she was being honest, she knew her friends were slim and pretty, not like herself. She was plumper, wore glasses, and had ginger hair. Her friends made a point that not only was she nicknamed Foxy because of her surname, her hair colour was very similar to a red fox too.
She heard someone close talking and looked up to see a guy standing by the booth.
"So, do you want to dance or not?" he asked.
His hand was outstretched to her, inviting her to take his hand so he could leas her to the dance floor. She went to stretch her hand to his, then looked behind him to see some other guys staring and laughing.
"Fuck off you creep, leave her the fuck alone!" she heard Sasha screech as she pushed him away.
He swore back at her and then walked back to his friends, all laughing at their trying to prank her.
"Take no notice of those arseholes," Debbie told her.
"Oh I don't, you guys go back to dancing, I'll be fine," Emma told them.
After being persuaded that she was fine they returned, only now their friend stopped with Emma. He introduced himself as Billy, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Emma sighed.
"What, is this a wind up again?" Emma asked scornfully.
"No, honest. I like you. You have amazing eyes, like emeralds," Billy answered.
"I'm surprised you can tell in this light and through these glasses," Emma laughed.
"Your eyes are lighting up the entire room," he told her.
Still a little reluctantly, she followed him to the dance floor just as the DJ started to play a slower song. She turned and went to go back to her seat but he pulled her forward. As they leaned into each other Emma saw the previous guys pointing and staring. As they turned and swayed to the music, Billy noticed too and told her to ignore them. His hands wandered ariund her body and she didn't stop him. On her arse, up her sides, cupping her tits, she didn't care who was looking, then he kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining, everyone else now forgot about. They spoke for a while after leaving the dance floor.
"I've written my number on this scrap of paper. Don't give me yours, just call me if you want to hang out somewhere a little quieter," he told her, "but hopefully you will do."
They got into a cab and dropped Debbie off at home before going back to Emma's where Sasha was staying over. They laughed and giggled, trying to be quiet and not wake Emma's parents. Getting into Emma's bedroom Sasha started making pretned kissing noises.
"So, are you going to call him or not?" she asked.
"Yeah I may do, he seems quite nice," Emma responded.
"You could do with phoning him, it would be nice for you to have some real dick instead of a dildo," Sasha laughed.
Emma laughed back, recalling the day her sex life had taken a turn for the better. She'd always thought about sex a lot despite not getting much attention from men, but that fateful day eighteen months ago had turned things on their head. Emma's mum had asked her to take some clothes upstairs and to leave them on her bed, and to bring a clean tea towel down while up there. Sasha had gone with her, and while Emma placed the clothes on her parents bed, Sasha had opened the wrong drawer and shrieked.
"Oh fuck Foxy, your mum has a dildo," she cried out, holding what looked like a real cock in her hand.
"No way," Emma shouted back.
"Perhaps your dad isn't enough for her," Sasha laughed.
"Oh they're definitely still having sex, I can hear them most nights," blushed Emma.
"Perhaps he uses it on her while he's getting it back up!" Sasha giggled.
Emma's mum shouted asking what was taking so long and Sasha quickly put the dildo back and they ran downstairs. Emma couldn't get the thought of the dildo out of her head and as soon as they'd gone out the following day she was straight into their room to dig it out.
Despite being eighteen back then Emma was still a virgin, and as she held the dildo in her hands her mind wandered to Gary. He was Debbie's boyfriend at the time and she'd heard Debbie say about losing her virginity with him, what it was like, what his cock felt like inside her, and she'd given him her first blowjob. Emma held the dildo in her hands and closing her eyes, imagined it was Gary.
She pushed the dildo into her mouth, working it slowly further and further in, then holding it steady while she worked her mouth on it. The porn she watched helped her technique although didn't help enough with when she almost made herself sick when the dildo made her gag. Her phone went off and it was her mum asking if she wanted anything from the shop as they were on their way home. Emma replied no and them cleaned the dildo off and placed it back where she'd taken it from.
Every spare moment she practised with the dildo, feeling a little guilty that her friends boyfriend was the object of her fantasies, but becoming quite adept at sucking the dildo. She finally lost her virginity a week later, but after four dates and two sex sessions he stopped calling back.
