Emily (Extract) SeXStoRY

*Authors Note: This a second extract from my novel, the first extract follows Billy a male student, this second sample follows my experiences with a second student Emily. More to follow, please leave feedback! Upon listening to Sophia say those magical words, I found myself almost in a trance when agreeing to tutor Emily, Sophia’s barely 18 year old mathematics prodigy. My mind was racing, why did she use those words? She could not of meant... no surly not. We had finished that summer afternoon in my back garden about 20mins after Sophia had secured my consent, in departing she told me that she would take care of everything, she would tell Emily everything, and Emily would be in-touch via e-mail or telephone, both contact details Sophia long since held. Over the coming few days I check my e-mails regularly and pondered deeply the situation I was potentially getting myself into. On a Monday morning, one week exactly from the day Sophia had proposed the idea of my tutoring Emily, I woke and as normal reached for my laptop, I logged into my e-mail account, I had 4 new messages waiting for me, one was from Facebook, one from James informing me that he would not be back till very late Friday evening, another from Amazon listing some 50% discounts (boring), and the most recent was from Sophia. Naturally I opened Sophia’s message first, the message read as follows; “Dear Rachel, Yesterday evening I gave Emily my last tutorial, at the end of which, I informed here that you would be taking over responsibility for her special educational needs. Emily was saddened that our time together would be coming to an end, but she is equally very excited and looking forward to meeting and working with you. I have given her your contact details, including your name, address and e-mail. She has assured me of her intention to make contact with you as soon as possible. Due to your home being located further away from Emily's than mine, she has politely requested that you transport her to and from your sessions by car, if you are unable to do this, then she will have to travel in by bus. I would personally recommend the former, as this arrangement would allow you both to get to know each other outside of a professional context. Emily is a most stimulating conversationalist and I am certain the two of you will get along splendidly. She has requested that sessions take place during the day for the duration of July and August, then perhaps moving to early evenings once the academic year commences. With regard to the driving, I hope that this would not impact on your f****y arrangements given that your c***dren will also be on holiday”, This wasn't really a problem, throughout the summer the c***dren would often spend one or two days a week with James parents, they lived in the same town as both Sophia and Emily, so no real issues there. “I would also like to take this opportunity to thank you for undertaking this most special of tasks, I do not know nor could I imagine anyone more suitable to Emily's needs. I have a meeting arrange with Mr. Stewart at the end of this summers break to discuss the A-level course structure and individual students, with your consent I would like to invite other students to undergo special tuition, this is something perhaps we could discuss closer to the time. Finally on a more personal note, I would like to invite you to a dinner party I am planing to host early next month, I would be truly delighted if you could attend, this will be a strictly all female affair, so no husbands or male partners. I will send out the innovations in a couple of weeks. Kindest Regards, Sophia. P.S you will love her, trust me”. The letter was written with Sophia’s customary formality and attention to detail, it appeared that all the arrangements had been made but what really grabbed my attention, was the subtle layers of meaning, the little hints and occasional suggestive employment of language, for example “most special of tasks” or “most stimulating conversationalist” and of course the line that really got my pulse racing, “I do not know nor could I imagine anyone more suitable to Emily's needs”. My mind was once again running wild, I was experiencing that hot, light headed feeling, not unlike a first kiss perhaps immediately followed by a first cigarette, I felt both anxious and excited. I also held so many doubts, had my relationship with Sophia lead me to read to much into the situation I found myself in, was this in truth simply a formal, entirely professional affair, or was it really, truly something more dangerous or exotic? I almost didn't check the last e-mail, it was simple a Facebook message, likely to be of little significance, but I clicked on the e-mail anyhow and boy was I glad I did. The notification was a friend request and when I saw the name my heart skipped a beat, I felt a surge of excitement brush over my pajama clad torso. The friend request was from a girl named Emily Cindy. I fumbled with the touch pad of my Mac Book, struggling to relocate the mouse cursor. I clicked the link. Facebook loaded up, I accepted the request and instantly loaded Emily's profile page. The profile picture was a portrait, clearly taken on a mobil phone or maybe even a webcam, but it did not lack in resolution or quality. I clicked in straight away ignoring all other content for the moment, the picture enlarged and the Facebook interface moved into the picture display gallery mode with the black backdrop. She was beautiful, black hair that rested just over her shoulders and ended slightly before her breasts, pale white skin of a tone not dissimilar to my own, she had round eyes, an adorable perfectly symmetrical face framed by her wavy hair and a long straight fringe. She wore a turquoise hairband with an equally endearing bow attached. Her full pouting lips were a light shade of pink. The photograph showed Emily staring directly at the camera and was cropped just low enough to display her cleavage and the top of a white strapped dress, from the look of her cleavage, I could discern an amble bosom, possible as large as C cup. I fixated for a moment on that photograph, tracing the outline of my pussy through the light cotton material of my white lose fitting pajama shorts and cupping my left breast with my free hand. I then flicked through more of Emily's photos of which there were almost 400. Teenagers today, when Emily reach my age her Facebook page would more than likely contain a whole record of her life up until that point. I was intoxicated by this girl, I flicked through photographs of Emily with school friends in the park, photographs of her celebrating friends birthdays, her own birthday, countless close ups taken on her phone, edited photos produced using the Instagram smart phone application. But my favorites were recent holiday pictures and a set of Emily and what would appear to be her best friend, a blond girl called lucy, playing in a paddling pool, both sporting tight fitting bikini tops and pants. I had just found a partially exciting image of Emily dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, clearly attending a fancy dress party when my alarm clock went off, “Shit” I cursed out loud, It was 7.30am and it was time to start my morning routine, time to wake the k**s up, time to make breakfast, time to drive them to school. No time for laying in bed looking at 18 year old girls and playing with the now extremely stimulated area between my thighs. I returned home after the school run brimming with excitement, I raced upstairs to my bedroom, and whilst my computer loaded up I slipped out of my jeans, and cardigan, leaving me entirely naked. I logged into my Facebook account and headed straight for Emily's page almost not noticing the new message indicated in red at the top of my profile screen, I clicked it instantly, the private message read as follows; “hey Rachel, thanks for accepting my friend request! Can’t wait to get going, Sophia has told me all about you, hope you don’t mind me adding you? ;) xxx”, I beamed with happiness upon digesting her whimsical little message, I had to pause and take a deep breath such was my excitement. I must of typed out my reply three or four times before settling on an appropriate reply, I wrote simply, “Hello Emily, hope your enjoying your holidays and thank you for the loverly message. I am very happy to accept your friend request and I am also looking particularly foreword to meeting and working with you. Sophia has told me what a delight you were to teach and I just hope I can help you as much as she has. Do you have any idea as to when you would like are first season to take place? Feel free to call me on the phone or message me on here when you have decided.” I clicked send and then lay back on my comfortable and perfectly made bed. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. It proved impossible, every word of Emily's message and every suggestive sentence that Sophia had spoken or written circulated in my mind. “you will love her, trust me..” over and over again, and Emily’s “Can’t wait to get going”, It was to much for me to take, my doubts were impossible to contain, Its purely innocent, your reading way to much into this, yes Sophia's a lesbian, yes she sends you erotic literature, often featuring girls of Emily's age, tales of spanking, tales of older women having their wicked way with said girls, and the opposite, girls seducing older women. No, forget it, this just work, education, the profession in which you are trained. This is not a novel, not some kind of sordid pornography, its innocent.” No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I kept returning to the same perverted conclusions. I got up from the bed and walked to my on-suit bathroom, there I filled the sink with cold water and washed my face, I looked at my refection in the mirror, at my wavy unkept hair, my freckle dashed rosy cheeks. This is no good, If I carry on like this all day Its going to drive me crazy, I need to get it out of my system, but not crassly, Im not a man, not content to just “jerk one off” when things get to much. So I closed the laptop, changed into my big fluffy white dressing gown, slipped on my matching slippers and ran a bubble bath. I soaked and gentle washed myself for around half and an hour, I partook in nothing sexual, I touched only the parts of my body I had to, I relaxed. In my head I planed out what to cook for dinner that night, thought about some of the jobs I had to do in the garden, contemplated the load of washing I had set going before the school run and how I would need to hang them out to try, and whether or not the sunny weather would hold up long enough for them to dry. Feeling calmer and much more at easy with the situation I left the bath and dried my clean curvy body. I went into the bedroom and changed into my new white guipure lace dress, recently purchased from Zara. I love wearing dresses, Sophia always passed comment on what a contrast the two of us must cast when we went out together, her in trouser suit and office shirts, me barelegged in pretty sumer dresses with flared skirts. I examined myself in the mirror, I look good, pretty the kind of mummy young men wanted to fuck and middle aged men wanted to marry. I wonder what Emily would think of me, would she find me attractive? Listen to yourself, you have no idea if she’s even a lesbian or bi-sexual for that matter, and even if she is why would she like women your age? Surely she would go for girls her only age or maybe a little older, certainly not a 36 year old mother of two, and married women at that. I shock myself from that silly, naive train of though and concentrated on the housework that I had tasked myself with. Around 12pm I had finished most of the work I had planned, I had hovered, hung the washing out, emptied the dish washer and done some ironing. I promise to you I am not normally such an archetypal homemaker, normally I avoid such work, we even have a paid cleaner who comes over once a week. This was purely aimed at distracting me from more unscrupulous activities. But now with the work complete, I once again found my mind wondering, and worse, sufficient time had elapsed since my initial build up of urges. This is often the case with my perversions, once a time has passed, time spent without stimulation, I regain my confidence and shake loose my inhibitions. Now standing in the kitchen I found myself once again replaying the words of Emily and of Sophia, convinced more than ever before that I was the centre of some kind of illicit plot, a honey trap designed to bring me and Emily together for some type of Sophia inspired sexually encounter. This time was different from the morning though, different in that this time my desires had purpose, intent. I climbed the stairs briskly, like a world class tennis player walking out onto centre court at Wimbledon. I retrieved the mac book and promptly made my way back down stairs and out to the conservatory via the kitchen. I headed straight for my favorite pleasure spot, a conformable cream reclining chair, one of those ones with an extendable foot rest and a back that tilts into an obtuse angle when pressured. I positioned the chair and placed the laptop open on a side table of equal hight to my armchair. It was the perfect viewing position, to the right of me and with the screen at just the right eye level. I logged into my Facebook page and brought up the image of Emily in her Dorothy outfit, she looked stunning, adorable and so, so fuckable. Before positioning myself in the chair, I retuned briefly to kitchen, from our large american style f****y fridge I retrieved a thick eleven inch cucumber. Back in the conservatory I positioned myself in the chair, brought the retractable foot/leg rest out as far as it would go and and spread my bare milky white legs apart, as I sank into the chair the back also retracted but not far enough to mean I could not longer operate the laptop, as I did this I gathered the lower flared part of my skirt up and over my hips and bottom to my waist, this left my public region and my legs exposed in their entirety. Looking down I could see the bushy dark hair that that surrounded my pussy lips and opening. I knew I was already so moist down there between my legs but I resisted the urge to touch and feel my wetness. I turned my attention back to the photograph on the screen, back to the beautiful 18 year old Emily, back to Dorothy, back to my soon to be personal student and who knows maybe even my new lover. I took the cucumber and licked and sucked on the tip a little, then, reaching down between my legs, I plunged the first four inches into my slippery, dripping with excitement pussy opening. I gasped out loud, a bolt of irresistible pleasure radiating from my neveregions, a all to familiar sensation suddenly enveloping my body. I pulled my vegetable lover from my pleasure filled orifice and promptly drove the shaft back, deeper this time, six inches at least. I rhythmically fucked my vagina in such a way for at least 10 strokes, using first my favored right hand then switching to my left, freeing my right hand to tend to my large swollen clitoris, all the time trying to focus on Emily's image. As the feelings now governing my body fluctuated in intensity, I freed my right hand and used it to flick through Emily's Facebook photographs, all the time picturing the young girl straddling my motherly body, here in the chair where so many of my memorable personal orgasms and masturbation sessions have been achieved. I pictured her small crotch filing my face and my tongue filling her tight little pussy, whilst in turn Emily worked my larger, hairier pussy with her mouth and with the cucumber, fucking me, sucking me, licking and penetrating, to the point where my pussy exploded into a deep lasting climax, “fuck me Emily, fuck my pussy, harder, harder baby, fuck, ooh fucking yes, Emily yes”, My words moved swiftly for the narrator inside my head to fill the room itself, I screamed her name out loud almost at the top of my lungs as I fucked myself deeper and harder, “Emily, yes, yes ooh fuck oh, fuck that pussy Emily, make me squirt for you, taste my cunt baby” I fucked myself harder and keeping a good steady rhythm, using as much of the cucumber as I could take, thrusting deeply then removing the vegetable in its entirety, and farting the air from my pussy before driving in back inside. After around a few minutes of this I could not longer take it, I saw teetering on the perimeter fence of full orgasm, no longer simply swimming in pleasure, but instead riding a six foot high wave of sexual delight, I suddenly and sharply spasmed into orgasmed, twice in quick succession, my eyes were closed now, Emily's image burnet into my visual cortex, inscribed on my mind, still screaming here name out loud. My body relived, and twitched ferociously in the chair, causing the seat to rock violently and almost keel over. I pulled over 8 inches of cucumber from deep inside me, and let the soaking organic, improvised sex toy drop to the cold tiled floor of my conservatory. As I did I rubbed my clitoris hard and fast with my right hand, causing another brutal climax and this time the explosion of a warm clear liquid, almost a wine glass full, spraying all over the chairs cushions and splattering onto the conservatory floor I lay there in my favorite chair for a long time after the pleasure levels in my body and deep in my mind had subsided. The afternoon sun washed over my semi naked figure, my eyes where closed and my mind filled with vivid paintings of Emily, me and and Emily laying naked our arms and legs entangled, her head resting, nuzzled between my shoulder and neck, her lips pressed against my skin. my fingers playing gentle with the curls of her hair, Sophia’s voice ringing in my ears “you will love her, trust me..”.