[Once, in the distant past, in fact more than fifty years ago, there was a young boy attending Kindergarten each morning. At five years old, and in the strange ways of childhood, he had not yet reached the age where little boys and little girls considered members of the opposite sex to be more of a nuisance than anything else; something to be tolerated, but exceptionally annoying! And on this sunny September morning he beheld something he would never forget, a beautiful young brunette classmate named Janet, who was wearing a white flaring skirt whose generous flounces were covered with silver dollar sized red polka dots. Even after so many years, he could still recall standing there, in the schoolyard, transfixed by her in that stunning skirt, even though the details of her face and manner are murky at best; and it would be the first hint at a lifelong love and fascination with all things and persons female and feminine. This story is dedicated to Janet, the very first, but not the last, girl who enthralled me!]
[For more sexually adventurous types, there are sufficient instructions within this story to make your own Red Polka Dots game. Any stationary, or school supply outlet, will have what you need. And, if you have a colour printer attached to your PC, you can find suitable thumbnails of the required male and female anatomy, and so on, to print. These pictures can then be cut out and pasted onto blank card stock to make your own Activity Deck, etc. But whatever you do, make sure, when you print out the rules, that you include the warning that comes at the end!]
[All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS]
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Janet awakened from a deep sleep, and found herself quite alone on the family room couch. The clock said 6 AM, and there was no sign of Sarah, Michelle, or the boys; they must have gone home. A slight throbbing behind her forehead, and a throat every bit as dry as a desert, reminded her that she had overly indulged in vodka laced drinks the night before.
"Overly indulged," she thought to herself rather ruefully, "that's a laugh; how about 'slightly drunk'?"
As she further recalled the events of the wildest party ever, she couldn't help but blush from the tips of her toes, to the roots of her hair. Janet considered herself to be pretty adventurous compared to other girls, but last night ... whew! And the unbelievable thing was the way that Sarah and Michelle joined in! But there was no escaping the unvarnished truth, in the cold light of a sober morning after; she was both the instigator, and a very willing participant.
Getting up, and reminding herself that thankfully her parents wouldn't be home until Sunday, she padded down the hall in her bare feet to use the washroom, also discovering in the process that she had nothing on under her sundress!
"Where in heavens name are my panties?" she wondered, returning to the den, and blushing inwardly as she searched between the cushions of the couch.
Mystified, she sat down again, and began to review in her mind the events of the previous evening in considerably more detail. Despite her embarrassment as she recalled her lascivious behaviour, the memories were also causing another reaction, as she felt something very warm spreading through the very personal part of her female anatomy. Finally, with a sigh suggesting the inevitable, she pulled the front of the dress up and spread her legs apart so she could touch herself intimately, immediately discovering that she was already wet!
"Doesn't this thing have an off switch?" she mused inwardly, as she exposed her clitoris with two fingers so she could inflame it until she achieved an increasingly necessary orgasm. Just for good measure, she used her other hand to reach over and retrieve from the end table the wax candle that had proven so useful at the party. With another sigh, but this time one of satisfaction, she began working it butt first into her eager and more than ready vagina.
A few minutes of clit teasing, and a good old fashioned pussy pounding with the candle, did the trick, and she climaxed in a most satisfactory way, arching her back as her pelvis contracted rapidly. Janet had never had any trouble reaching an orgasm, and had even experienced one the first time she had sex with a boy, which she knew from her more worldly girlfriends wasn't usually the case.
As she came down to earth afterwards, she reflected that doing yourself was fine, but didn't nearly compare to getting done properly by a guy ... or two for that matter. After all, inanimate objects, and fingers might be alright; but the real thing was ... well ... the real thing!
Removing the candle, she wiped it with a tissue; and then returned it to the candlestick.
"Not bad, but nowhere as good as the vibrating tooth brush," she thought to herself, looking at it with a sly grin.