Safe Sex

The first night it happened was the most horrifying. Totally unaware of what lay ahead of me, I’d chosen a porno movie, arranged the bedside table with some lubricating cream, my favourite dildo, and a bottle of wine.

I’d stripped, fluffed up the pillows, and lay back to enjoy a night of masturbation. I desperately needed to release some tension and that’s how I planned to go about it.

With my thumb on the fast forward, I edited out the previews and settled down to watch. I didn’t usually smoke in bed, but decided after my stressful week I could do whatever I damn well pleased. Drinking and smoking went so well together. I loved it, even though I knew it was bad for my health.

I was watching the smoke curl up, evaporating before it hit the ceiling, when I noticed it wafting to one side as though there was a draft. I knew I’d checked all the doors and windows, but nevertheless I pulled on a robe and went to investigate. I certainly didn’t want an intruder to find me masturbating—how would that look?

When I came back in, I noticed the curtains were ajar. I was positive I’d shut them. After peeking into my ensuite bathroom, under the bed, and in the wardrobes, and finding nothing, I decided maybe I was wrong. Perhaps I did leave them open.

Hopping back into bed, I flicked on the electric blanket to warm up my feet. Filling up my glass, I had the weirdest sensation as though someone was watching me. The hair on the back of my neck bristled and a shiver ran down my spine. What was wrong with me? I downed my wine and poured another, settling my nerves and tried to concentrate on the movie.

On the television, a couple were cramming themselves into a bathroom on an aeroplane. The guy sat on the toilet with this huge hard on while the woman climbed up, feet on either side of the toilet seat, and lowered herself upon his cock. I wondered for a second how the cameraman had managed to fit in there with them.

I grabbed the movie jacket and saw I’d ordered the wrong DVD. I’d wanted only lesbian but this was a mixture of movies. I hit the fast forward again and settled down to the next one, which was of two students making out in a classroom laboratory where not long ago they’d been experimenting with chemicals and potions.

These two had a lot of chemistry and it didn’t take long for me to get in the mood. My hand stole down underneath the doona between my warm thighs, feeling the heat my pussy generated as my excitement built.

I loved the sensation of my fingers as they slipped amongst my juices. In and out of the folds, a quick flick over my clit, to tease and tantalise, and then inside my pussy, one finger, two, a quick fingering before I focused my attention solely on my clit. I loved my clit and what it did for me, so I began to caress it gently, locating the exact spot, building up the pressure slowly, knowing what was to come—namely, me.

In the movie, one girl now on a chair, her pussy level with the other girl’s face. Her tongue snaked out, lapping at her slit, while she held onto an overhead shelf.

I’d never made love on the school grounds, wasn’t into being an exhibitionist. I fantasised about how great it would have been to have no inhibitions and to have hooked up with my own biology teacher. She was hot. Had only been teaching for a few years so she wasn’t that much older than I. I idolized her, would have loved nothing more than to have told her my feelings, but when I was that age, it was all too difficult and I certainly didn’t want to be rejected, so now all I could do was think about her and what we could have learned about ourselves.

The bed was heating up quickly so I threw back the doona and turned off the electric blanket. I lay there with my legs splayed open, enjoying my fantasy, rubbing my clit gently at first and then much quicker as an orgasm began to build. I couldn’t quite reach the peak I was striving for so I grabbed the dildo, smothered it with lubricating cream, and inched it in.

Flicking on the switch, I relaxed, enjoying the vibrations as I returned my attention to the screen and my clit. I was imagining her here, watching me on the other side of the room, watching me fucking myself with the dildo. In my mind I’d be the one in charge, ordered her to come over, to lick my clit, to replace the dildo with her fingers and really slide them in. Oh, yeah, now that was getting my juices flowing.