Staughton saw the toy on the shelf by her bed and frowned, "Girl shouldn't have to use a vibrator! I know it's just you and Tony here, but I'd have expected you to have regular visitors."
She leaned back on the bed. "What makes you think I don't lie back and let someone else work the vibrator?" They both laughed. "Or maybe I use it before a date, like you two were always recommending? Besides, when I was living with you two, Muriel would get worried if I WASN'T using my vibrator." They laughed again.
"Younger girls have to relieve the tension, otherwise her head won't be clear. But you're not eighteen anymore." He looked around her room, "Nice big bed," he patted it affectionately, "Some of the other displaced are camping out in sports arenas and biodomes."
"I have a confession to make, Staughton," her hand went to her crotch and she rubbed it absentmindedly, "When I was living with you two, I was always using the vibrator. But also, I would fantasize, no, no, I want to be honest." she bit her lip, "I would hope that one of you, maybe Muriel with a strapon or," she hesitated, as if she couldn't bring herself to say it, "Or you would come in and make love to me." She fiddled with the zipper on her denims, "I would read those trashy Sapphire romance novels, you know, the young woman is taken forcefully by the older man and loves every minute of it. Does that make you think -- "
"All girls have their fantasies," he smiled a warm smile, "And boys too, of course. It's natural. We would never think any less of you for that." He paused. "It goes both ways, you know."
"What?"
"Both Muriel and I would talk about it. When we first met you, you were eighteen standard and very comfortable with your body, very sexually aware. Muriel and I would have to do some really vigorous bedroom workouts to dissipate the tension and cope with the temptation to match the fantasies we both knew you were having with our own fantasies."
"Hopes," she corrected him, taking hold of the zipper tab with finger and thumb.
"And do you still have those hopes?"
"Oh, so very much!" She pulled down carefully. She had dressed in such haste that morning there was nothing at all under her denims. Except for a little fringe of pubic hair around her pussylips, her pubic triangle was smooth and innocent as any virgin. "Would you like to see me all grown up?" She pushed her trousers down and kicked them off, then folded them and put them neatly on a shelf like a good little girl. "Or do you remember your own little fantasies?" She pulled her tunic off in one quick motion.
As she bent down to fold the tunic, he sat beside her and unclasped her bra, running his fingers down her spine. When her breasts tumbled out, he reached around from both sides and cupped them, his hands surprisingly warm and soft on her skin.
"Do you have any examination gloves?" he whispered in her ear.
"Ooooh!" she whispered back, as if she had to be secretive, "That is one of my fondest memories of living with you two!" She put her bra neatly on top of her tunic, as if she were going skinny-dipping. "Muriel's weekly evaluations!" Her body remembered gloved fingers gently opening her labia, pushing her clitoral hood back to check the sensitivity of her pink pearl, then slipping deep inside to curl up and gently palpate her G-spot. "I'll never forget the way you watched the two of us." The Health Department required a chaperone for these procedures, even if the chaperone's penis tented his trousers during that procedure. "Did you... did you ever want to be the one examining me?"
"Of course!" He gently massaged her breasts, finger and thumb teasing her big, brown gumdrop nipples to their own little erections.
She sighed and leaned back against him, "Even though your mentorship didn't include that kind of training, like Muriel had?"
"It has never been easy to get certified," he smiled, "The Health Department was always afraid there would be too much temptation, especially for male mentors with female trainees. But," he kissed the back of her neck, "If you won't tell, I won't!" She giggled girlishly as she bent over. He reluctantly released her breasts.
Her head on the pillow, her buttocks raised, knees apart, she presented her backside to him, expecting his probing fingers and then... maybe... he would --
