Chapter 3: The Third Lesson: The Dildo
The Saturday came around again like a clock I couldn't stop, ticking toward something that made my stomach flip every time I thought about it. All week I'd replayed Emily's face, the way she'd looked spilling over Lucy's fingers, the slick shine of Lucy's lips when she'd lifted her head. I'd come three times in the shower thinking about it, my palm rough and desperate against my aching cock.
Emily was quiet on the walk over. Her hand was in mine, but it was cold, and she kept looking at the pavement instead of at me.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded, a little too fast. "Just nervous. I keep thinking about what else she's going to do."
I squeezed her hand. "We can stop anytime. You know that."
She looked at me then, her eyes soft and searching. "Do you want to stop?"
I didn't answer. We both knew the truth. I wanted to watch her learn. I wanted to see every flushed inch of her surrender to what her body needed. The wanting scared me, but it was there all the same.
Lucy's door opened before Emily could knock. She stood in the frame with a knowing grin, wearing a black crop top and yoga pants that sat low on her hips. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she looked like she'd been waiting for an hour.
"Right on time," she said. "Come in, sweeties."
The apartment smelled of vanilla and something else, clean and sharp, like soap. The fairy lights were on, but the curtains were drawn, leaving the room dim and close. The same wooden chair sat in the corner, and beside it, on the floor, a fresh box of tissues.
My cheeks heated when I saw it. She'd planned for my weakness.
Emily noticed it too. She glanced at me, a question in her eyes. I looked away.
"Sit, sit," Lucy said, waving us in. She crossed to the coffee table, where a new velvet pouch sat next to the old one. The old one, with the bullet, was empty now, unzipped and spent. The new one was a deep purple, the color of a bruise.
I guided Emily to the bed and settled into the chair. The wood creaked under my weight, and the tissue box was right there, a mocking comfort. Lucy came and sat beside Emily, taking her hands.
"Before we start," Lucy said, "I want you to think about last week. How did you feel after?"
Emily's cheeks flushed. "Good. Really good. But also... guilty."
"That's the old programming talking." Lucy stroked her cheek. "You were raised to think pleasure is a sin. But your body knows better, doesn't it? It loved every second."
Emily nodded slowly.
"So we're going to keep going. We're going to push a little further today." Lucy glanced at the new velvet pouch. "Are you ready?"
Emily followed her gaze. Her throat worked. "What's in the bag?"
Lucy's grin widened. She reached over and picked up the pouch, unzipping it with a deliberate slowness that made my mouth go dry. She pulled out a dildo, purple and glossy, curved at the tip, about six inches long. It glinted in the fairy light like something obscene.
Emily's breath caught. "That's..."
"A dildo," Lucy said, matter of fact. "It's meant to feel like a real man inside you. To teach you what penetration feels like before your wedding night, so you're not scared when Caleb is ready."
Emily stared at it. I stared at it. My cock swelled against my jeans, thick and aching, and I shifted in the chair to ease the pressure.
"Caleb's... bigger than that, right?" Emily asked, her voice small.
Lucy laughed, a soft, warm sound. "Size isn't the point, sweetie. The point is learning how it feels. Learning what you like, what you don't. So that when the real thing comes, you're not a deer in headlights."
Emily looked at me, searching. "You're okay with this?"
I swallowed. "I want you to know your body, Em. I want you to feel good. That's all I've ever wanted."
She took a breath, then nodded. "Okay."
"Good girl." Lucy set the dildo aside on the nightstand and turned to Emily. "Now, last week I helped you undress. This week, I'm going to take my time with it. I want to savor every inch of you."
Emily's blush deepened, but she didn't argue. Lucy reached out and lifted the hem of her sweater, peeling it up with agonizing sloth. The cotton rose over her stomach, over her ribs, and I watched the pale skin of her belly appear inch by inch, goosebumps raising in the cool air.
"You're trembling," Lucy murmured. "Are you cold?"
"No," Emily breathed. "Just... anticipating."
Lucy smiled. She pulled the sweater over Emily's head and tossed it aside. The white cotton bra followed, unhooked with one swift motion, and Emily's breasts spilled free. Lucy let out a low hum of appreciation.
"God, you're perfect," she said. "Look at these nipples. They're already hard for me, aren't they?"
Emily nodded, biting her lip.
Lucy leaned in and took one nipple in her mouth. Emily gasped, her back arching, her hands flying to Lucy's shoulders. I watched Lucy's tongue circle the hard bud, watched Emily's mouth fall open, watched her hips buck off the bed.
"That's it," Lucy said, lifting her head. "Feel it. Don't think, just feel."
She worked her way down Emily's body, kissing and licking a slow trail down her sternum, over the soft curve of her belly, stopping at the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttoned them with deliberate slowness, tugging them down Emily's hips and thighs, exposing pale legs and white cotton panties.
"These have to go too," Lucy said. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled. Emily lifted her hips, and the panties slid away, leaving her bare. The full bush, the glistening pink slit beneath it, the spread of her thighs.
Lucy knelt between them and pressed a kiss to Emily's inner thigh. Emily whimpered.
"Please," Emily whispered. "Lucy, please, I need..."
"Tell me what you need," Lucy said, her voice thick.
"Your mouth. Please, I need your mouth on me. I've been thinking about it all week, about how it felt, and I need it so bad."
Lucy's smile was hungry. She pressed her face between Emily's thighs, her tongue dragging up the length of her slit, and Emily cried out, her hips lifting to meet her.
"Yes," Emily gasped. "Yes, God, yes, just like that, oh please don't stop."
Lucy ate her like she was starving. I watched her tongue work Emily's clit in slow, torturous circles, watched her lips seal around the sensitive bud and suck, watched Emily's hands fist in the sheets and her back bow off the mattress.
"Caleb," Emily keened. "Caleb, hold my hand."
I was out of the chair and at her side before I knew I'd moved. I took her hand, and she squeezed it, her nails digging into my palm. I watched Lucy push a finger inside her, then two, watched Emily's cunt stretch around them, slick and glistening.
"Please," Emily sobbed. "Please, I'm so close, I'm going to come, I can't, please, I need more, please, I need you inside me, please, I need something bigger, please..."
Lucy pulled her mouth off Emily's clit and looked up at her, grinning. "Something bigger? You want the dildo, sweetie?"
Emily nodded desperately. "Yes, yes, please, I need to feel full, I need it so bad, please."
"Are you ready?" Lucy asked.
"Yes," Emily whimpered. "Yes, please, just put it in, I need it, oh God I need it so bad."
Lucy reached over to the nightstand and picked up the purple dildo. She slicked it with lube from a small bottle I hadn't seen her produce, the clear gel glistening on the glossy surface. She positioned the tip at Emily's wet, open cunt.
"Are you ready?" Lucy asked.
"Yes," Emily breathed. "Please, just do it. I trust you."
Lucy pushed. The tip slid in, and Emily's mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her body tensed, then relaxed, and Lucy pushed another inch in. Emily's eyes went wide, fixed on the ceiling.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, I can feel it, I can feel it so deep, it's inside me, it's really inside me..."
"Good," Lucy said. "Breathe through it. Let it stretch you."
Emily's chest heaved. I watched the dildo disappear inch by inch, watched her cunt stretch around its girth, watched Lucy push it all the way in until the base pressed against Emily's pussy lips.
"Feel full?" Lucy asked.
Emily nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. "So full. I've never felt anything like this. It's so big, it's in me so deep, oh God..."
Lucy started to move it, slow, pulling it out an inch and pushing it back in. Emily's hips started grinding down to meet it, her body begging for more.
"Faster," Emily gasped. "Please, faster, I need it faster, please, I'm so close, I'm going to come, please don't stop, please make me come on it, please..."
Lucy obliged. She started fucking Emily with the dildo in earnest, the wet, slapping sound filling the room. Emily's moans turned into screams, her body convulsing, her hands clawing at the sheets.
"Can I come, please?" Emily begged. "Please, Lucy, please let me come, I need to come so bad, I've never wanted anything so bad, please, please..."
"Come for me," Lucy said. "Scream it out. Let the whole building know how good it feels."
The words broke Emily apart. Her back arched clean off the bed, her mouth open in a raw, ragged scream, and I watched her cunt clamp down around the dildo, milking it as she came in wave after wave.
I was already fumbling with my jeans, my cock springing free, hard and leaking. I barely had it in my hand before I came, hot and thick, splattering across the tissue and my own fingers, my breath ragged and raw.
Emily collapsed into the pillows, panting, her body streaming sweat. Lucy pulled the dildo out slowly, and it came free with a wet sound, glistening in the dim light. She held it up for us to see.
"Look at that," she said. "You took it so well, sweetie. Your body is ready for more."
Emily turned her head toward me, her eyes hazy and pleased. "Caleb... did you see? Did you see how good I did?"
I was still catching my breath, wiping myself with the tissue. "Yes," I managed. "You were incredible."
Lucy grinned and set the dildo aside. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Emily's forehead. "And that," she said softly, "is just a piece of plastic. Next week, we practice with something real."