Chapter 7 -- SATURDAY -- The break of dawn
I awoke more rested than I'd ever felt in my entire life. And more than that, I felt loved. And I felt worthy of love. Emma was still spooning me. Her arm cradled over me, her boobs smashed into my back and her legs cradling my butt. I laid there for a moment, just feeling her breath on my neck, but soon my need to pee began to outweigh my need to be cuddled. I deftly extracted myself from her, exited the bed and made my way to the bathroom.
For a moment I thought about putting on her robe again, but I actively decided not to. I wanted to prove to myself (and to her) that I could be comfortable naked like she was. So strange being naked in an unfamiliar place. I'm not even this naked in my own room at home. It felt so naughty and dangerous. So exposed.
So, let me just say, if I ever become a super-wealthy person, I'm definitely going to get one of these fancy Japanese toilets. I mean...a warm water wash down there and a gentle blow-drying. I'm never going to the use the toilet at my house again.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Emma was awake. She was sitting up in bed with her boobs hanging out over the covers. She watched me as I walked over to her. I tried to add a little bump to my stride. Tried to be enticing.
"Good morning, girlfriend." She said. She said! She called me her girlfriend! I guess that means...I have a girlfriend. Oh God, how will I tell my parents?
"And good morning to you, girlfriend." I said back playfully. I went up to the bed and gave her a deep kiss. She took my hand and placed it right on her breast. A felt a jolt of excitement in my pussy. I guess the question about being into girls has been answered. And the answer is, "yes." Though, maybe not an exclusivity. I think I could still enjoy cock at some point.
Emma pulled me into bed and we started to make-out a bit. I wish I'd remembered to brush my teeth, but Emma didn't care, and I didn't care. Our make-out felt very teen-ager-ish. Kissing and stroking. Nothing too urgent or rushed. Just gentle...slow...nice. We laid side-by-side and looked at each other. Then she said probably the most unexpected thing.
"I wish I had a penis."
I'm sorry...what? And I said so. "I'm sorry...what?"
"Not all the time," she continued. "I mean, I don't wish I was a man...but I wish I could be a man sometimes. To be able to switch genders, like Orlando. There's a version of me that's a man and lusts like a man. Sometimes he says the filthiest things to me. Things even I wouldn't dare repeat. I wonder if men really think that way, or if it's just my imagination of how men might think."
"Okay," I said, wondering where this was headed. "May I ask why...you wish you had a penis?"
"Well as I watched you trot off to the bathroom," she said, "With that sexy little ass of yours, I got it in my head how I would love for you to come back to bed and spoon into me. And I wished I had an adorable little penis that could grow stiff and big I could put inside of you and we could make slow, lazy love. It's the perfect way to spend a Saturday morning, I mean, before cartoons come on. I've been on the receiving end of this position and it is deliciously lazy."
"It sounds nice." I said. And I thought about what it would feel like to be taken that way. In some ways, it's kind of like doggy-style I suppose, but it didn't sound as rough or animalistic. I always imagined I'd lose my virginity the traditional way, with the man on top and my legs spread out. I turned away from Emma and scooted back into her, I pushed my ass into her. I had a bold idea.
"Use your fingers," I said. I couldn't believe I was saying that! I'd become such a slut! "I want to feel what it's like."
I wondered if Emma was shocked by me. I couldn't see her face so I could only imagine. She took her hands and guided them down my back, caressing and kneading as she went. I felt her thumbs press around my spine as her hands started to caress my butt. I felt her fingers glide along my lips...I felt so moist down there. Everything was tingling. Then I felt a few fingers enter me. Slowly. Pushing in and and out and grinding a bit. I tried scoot back into them, I wanted to be filled even more.
"I...I have a toy we could try." she said tentatively.
"Yes...please." I said.
She withdrew and I felt an emptiness. I wanted that feeling back. I wanted that fullness back.
I couldn't see what she was doing, but I heard her open a drawer in her nightstand. She swung her legs out of bed a moment and stood up. I wondered what she was up to. I heard the ruffling of material. Wasn't sure what that was. Then the unmistakable snap of a cap. She must be putting lube on something. Something she was going to put in me. I clenched my fist nervously, wondering what exactly she had in store for me. Over the years I'd experimenting with putting plenty of things up my pussy. Hairbrushes, magic markers...if it was phallic and penis sized, I'd try it. But I'd never owned a dildo or a vibrator. I wouldn't even know where to get one. I wondered what this one looked like. Was it realistic? Was it some crazy color? What would it be made out of? I felt my pussy quiver in anticipation.
She got back in bed. I leaned forward a bit on my side to give her better access. I felt her fingers on butt as she was positioning something firm against my pussy lips. It felt wet and slick, but soft at the tip. And then it entered me, quite slowly. I uttered a small moan it felt so good. Her hips were pressed deep against my butt. Her hands made her way up my body. One on my breasts and the other reached around to my front. It took me a moment to process this. If her hands were on my body than what was this dildo attached to? And it struck me. It must have been some sort of strap on. As she pressed into me further I could feel fabric against the back of my legs. It must have been some kind of underwear with a dildo attachment I realized. I thought, "Well I guess that's as close to having a dick as you can get." Then she withdrew slowly and pushed in again. Again I groaned as it filled me.
This went on for a while. Emma buried deep inside me, slowly moving in and out giving me such exquisite pleasure, but with no urgency. This was just intimacy. Just being connected to one another.
"I wish this was my penis." Emma said into my ear. "I wish I could feel how it feels to be inside you."
"I wish that too Emma." I said. And I imagined what it would be like if this was a real penis and it came inside me. What would it feel like? Can you feel it when it spurts out semen inside you?
Emma began to quicken her pace a bit. I felt her hands on my front begin to move, massaging my breasts and my clit. I heard her moan a little. I wondered if the other end of the dildo was up against her clit.
She moved her hand away from my breasts and I then I heard, and felt, a buzz. My pussy suddenly came alive with a jolt of electricity. She pushed in more urgently now and I could feel my orgasm approaching. Her fingers stroked my clit, rubbing the hood up and down, I began to get overwhelmed by the pleasure, the tingling in my pussy and her hand, I could not hold off any longer and I began to gasp and moan loudly.
