The Reset Button?

Before I start this, I want to apologise. I know there are women reading this who have lost pregnancies too, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. If anything I say, or have said, does, please accept my apologies. I tend to live in the moment, and I want…no, need, to get back on the horse, as it were. 

Emily wrapped me up in love from the moment she came home. She didn’t try to have sex with me, although I know without doubt that, no matter how messy it would have been, she would have without a second’s hesitation if I had wanted to. Yesterday she had no choice but to go back to work. Her business doesn’t yield to sickness of personal loss. 

So, when I woke up this morning it  was back! The old me. The pre-pregnancy, pre-miscarriage me. That unmistakable all-consuming feeling not merely of horniness, but of dirtiness too….that feeling I relish because it seems to connect my erogenous zones physically with thin, hot wires. From nipples, to clit to vagina to bum hole. All connected, all so, so ready.

Even Miss Brain was back in the office and had flashed me some rather dirty yet delicious images of people I know, and better yet, things to do with them. Flashes of conversations surfaced tht I’d filed away for future enactment before all this…..like when Dani said she hoped she’d be brave and trusting enough one day to let someone go down on her during her time of the month….like when my lovely barmaid said she wished we had somewhere to change out of a hot, sweaty uniform at the end of the evening, and my thoughts immediately when to a little room that would just take a washer/dryer…..and who knows, maybe she and I could change together….like a 6th form boy who walks past the end of my drive to the private school bus pickup outside my home….I would love to be his first. 

Oh yes, I was back! And wet too. Sooo wet! And something else…..I felt (and don’t laugh) pubescent! Yes, I know those days are long past, but I bet you remember your puberty! When boobs started to appear, and pubes coarsened up. Wow…I bet you were excited weren’t you? Or that time you’d been playing with a cock that seemed to stiffen at anything these days and you got that feeling, the difference being this time, something spurted out! 

I kicked my duvet off and looked down at my body. Minuscule titties, flat tummy, pubic mound, no hair, and between my legs, wetness. I spread my legs and let Miss Brain take a walk around, like pilots do before they fly. Having checked that my sexual airframe was fit for purpose, she nodded approvingly, and hiked me out of bed. Dark blu panties…..white t shirt….pleated skirt….ankle socks…trainers. I caught sight of myself in the mirror…..fuck….I looked like I was about to take part in the under 14’s tennis competition back at school! 

Even Dani raised an eyebrow at breakfast. Several times she tried to make a comment, so I laid my hand over hers and said simply, “It’s going to be business as usual! I feel…..ready. Maybe it's indecently soon but….” She broke in, “You know better than to say that! There’s no time limit. You’re ready when your body says you’re ready.” Wise words. 

I walked down the gravel of my driveway to the street just in time to see my sexy student walk past. He smiled, I smiled. He mentally undressed me, as teenage boys do, I mentally sucked his cock as I do! 

The spring day felt wonderful, and I took in huge lungfuls of fresh air as I walked to the pub. The little room I had in mind is bigger than I first thought since it has a stud wall in it that can easily be removed and I stood in it with Hazel (inhaling her fresh soap) I’ve ordered uniforms too….why should working in my pub, which can get messy, involve fucking up people’s clothing? Each staff member will get three uniforms. One on, one ready, (in case of spills) one in the wash. To prove the cheeky me is back, I asked Hazel if she thought I should supply panties too….after all….a spilled drink…? (Yes, I know, I know) Hazel said that she thought not, since most girls carry a spare pair in their bags. Still, talking to her about her panties made me leak again! Then, joy of joys, she said “I change half way through the shift anyway! Oh yes! This will definitely be the staff changing room, and I will be back to my teenage locker room activities! 

Back home, my horniness was off the chart now. Over coffee, I must admit, I was….hmmm….cruder than normal. I even dropped some profanity into the conversation. Dani is used to it and, indeed, enjoys it during sex, but isn’t used to it in every day discussion. So, when I leaned forward on my elbows with my chin cupped by my hands and announced, “I’m really ready for some cunt.” She flushed…looked embarrassed….and replied with…”Well…er….I’d help you out but it’s that time of the month.” Miss Brain was straight back with, “Well, you did say you wanted to try sex at that time, and we can do only what you’re comfortable with.” 

Sometimes, the conversation that precedes sex is more stimulating than the actual act. Dani was clearly interested though and wanted to talk about it.

“Do you…er….I mean…you’d…touch me….right?” 

“Oh yes.”

“We can kiss and cuddle?”

“Definitely”

“I guess you’d rub my clit?” 

“Can’t make you cum without, can I?”

“Hmmm”

There was a pause, and Miss Brain whispered “tell her” in my ear. I whispered back. “Tell her what?” “Tell her you’d do anything and everything. It’s what she really wants, but she’s too shy to ask.” 

“Dani…when Em and I have sex, during that time of the month, we do go down on each other you know. We finger, we fuck, we suck, it’s business as usual, the difference is that it feels way more intense, and erotic. A girl shouldn’t hide away. There’s nothing shameful about a period.”

I could see Dani having a conversation with herself. Then she said “I do feel amazingly horny…and…I masturbate more during my period. I fantasise about the naughtiest things…like….someone licking my clit….or fingering me…or fingering my bum.” Dani listed things she fantasised about and Miss Brain sat there with a clip board writing them all down. 

When she’d finished we were both breathing deeply and I led her through the house right up to her flat. She feels more comfortable up there, although I do know that sometimes she masturbates on my bed when I’m out. 

Stripping her is always a delight. She seems to drop years off her age and revert to a teenager….and innocent virgin seems to be her default setting. When she was down to her panties, she looked amazing, her arms crossed demurely over her breasts and her white panties slightly higher on the right than the left. The obvious panty liner, far from putting a dampener on things, actually made her look more desirable, virginal and innocent. 

Kneeling in front of her, I slowly slid her undies down. The female body is amazing, isn’t it? Of course she had a tampon in, but the female has Bartholins glands that are front-facing. Dani was horny as fuck, and these glands had been working overtime to produce lubricating secretions that had stained the panty liner and added their unique scent to the proceedings. I leaned forward and kissed her clit. Dani has a large clit, especially when she’s aroused, and it pokes through her labia like a little tongue. 

She is fastidious about cleanliness and insisted on a large towel on the bed. Well, good for her. She has to do the laundry after all. She lay down, her feet by her bum but her knees together over to one side. Everything about her screamed ‘vulnerable virgin.’ 

Me? My clit was throbbing so hard it actually ached! I was also soaked through. I could smell myself clearly and every cell in my body screamed for dirty, depraved sex. But at first, Dani.

I parted her legs gently, and looked between them. Even that tiny string looked so erotic as it told of a girl at her most ‘secret’ time of her cycle. Kissing up the insides of her legs too forever, but it was time well spent. She was panting by the time I reached her vulva. Then….that first kiss. I noted the slight change in her scent…an added earthiness….some subtle change. A kiss. Another. And another. Running my tongue the full length of her slit. Pressing my long tongue inside her until I could feel the bottom of the tampon. And then, using my teeth, a brief, tentative, permission-seeking tug. Will she allow it? Another. Stronger…longer. Still no objection. Finally, all the way. She shivered ass it came away from her body, leaving her exposed to me. 

I put a hand between my own legs, deep into my panties (I was still fully clothed) and deep inside me. I was swimming down there. My fingers soon became slick with wetness. Meanwhile, I used my nose on her clit and my tongue on her hole. She started moving her hips in time with my movements, and when I touched her bum hole she bore down on my finger, making it sink fully inside her. A hoarse whisper from her “Another”. A second finger joined the first up her bum. 

The orgasm savaged her. The gasped, moaned, cried out, and for the first time, I felt she truly gave herself over to it. “Oh fuck….oooh fuck…fuck…..lick me…lick me bitch…..ooohhh…you fucking cuuuuuunt.!” Dani has never called me dirty names before…and I loved it! 

When she recovered, I could feel the sexual energy thrumming through her body. This girl was far from done. We locked eyes, and so much was said, yet not spoken. We both grinned at one another, and I waited for her to break the silence first. We sat, spread-legged upright facing one another. Dani spoke first.

A cheeky smile broke across her face. “Bitch.” 

I replied, “Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Fucker.”

Dani took a breath, summoning up some courage, “Cunt.”

I said, “Say it again. Look me in the eyes and say it again.”

She composed herself. “You fucking sexy cunt.” 

The next thing I knew, she was off the bed dragging me to her bathroom. We had the bath removed at her request and sitill Ed a large pulse shower like the one I have in our en-suite. She shoved me into it and dropped to her knees. He pulled my panties down and buried herself in the flood of girl cum already between my legs. To my shame, I came the moment she pushed two fingers up me. 

I squirted. Peed? Maybe. Probably. All I know is that I gave in to a soul-cleansing orgasm that made me scream with pleasure.

We lay on her bed for hours, dozing, waking having sex. Then we went Town to the pool and swam naked together….again having sex. It was glorious….

…and just what we both needed.