Note: This a sequel to 'Best Birthday Present Ever'. You won't need to have read that to understand this story, but I would recommend that you do.
Geography class was boring. It was a shame, too, as Emily liked the subject. Unfortunately, her teacher, Mr Richards, had a unique talent for making interesting topics boring. A short, middle-aged man, he always seemed to be sweating, no matter the weather, but especially on a day like this. The darkened patches of his armpits stood out in the clammy, unseasonal heat of the classroom. He stood and droned, clicking through his text-choked powerpoint as he talked.
Emily knew she should be focusing - she had exams coming up in about a month's time, yet for the life of her she couldn't direct herself to the work. Mr Richards was a boring teacher, of course, but she knew, a little guiltily, that there was another reason, something else distracting her.
The clock ticked a minute closer to twelve, but half an hour remained before lunchtime. Emily sat at her desk, slumped on one arm. Her blazer was off, with the sleeves of her blouse rolled up to expose her pale, freckled arms and her auburn hair tied up in a messy bun. Though she didn't like to compliment herself too much, she liked to think she looked pretty good in a school uniform. Her bra could just be made out through her white blouse, and she felt that the black skirt shaped well with her ass.
Yet this was not on her mind. Her father occupied that space. It had only been a week ago that he had fucked her for the first time, her special 18th birthday present - though it had been just as much of a present for him. Emily had loved every minute and it was still what came to mind whenever she touched herself, but since that day she had been starved. Her parents had wryly acknowledged what had happened, but made no further moves on her. When she had suggested doing it again, in a rare moment of boldness, they had sidestepped the suggestion.
Deep down, there was a disquieting thought. What if it had been a one off? Maybe they only intended to do it once. Maybe they had changed their mind after her father had came inside her. For Emily that had been the most thrilling part, the ultimate sinful act. Not just incest, but the possibility of breeding. But erotic as it was, it was also very risky. She could see why her parents would have gotten cold feet.
The clock ticked again. Seated as she was at the back of the class, on her own desk, Emily wasn't being watched too closely by anyone. So she decided to take a little risk. Her left hand snaked down, into her lap, under the waistband of her skirt and under her underwear. A little rub, a little thrill. Another rub, another thrill. It was wetter than she had expected, and that excited her further. Slow circular motions now, carefully warming her up.
Whilst her perspective wasn't unclouded, Emily could tell that nobody had noticed her. So, very gradually, she slid a finger in, up to the knuckle. Now she was throbbing, more excited than ever. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist and this was just what she needed. Maybe she could even slide another fing-
Somebody knocked on the door.
Emily jumped a little, quickly withdrawing her hand and hoping nobody had noticed her sudden reaction. At the front of the class, Mr Richards beckoned at the door and it creaked open, with a round face crowned by dark hair revealing itself. The secretary looked about, before asking if Emily Cavendish was there.
"I'm here."
"Your dad's at the front office, here to pick you up for a doctor's appointment."
That was strange. Emily hadn't been aware of any doctor's appointment. After a moment's pause, she decided she was best off finding out what was going on, so she answered the secretary, rose from her chair and swept her stuff into the bag.
The secretary's shoes clacked with every step along the wooden floor of the corridor. They rounded the corner, passing the toilets, continuing on down the main ground floor corridor to the front entrance. Along one wall, years worth of school photos stared out at them, while along the other wall actual students could be seen at regular intervals, some peering through the window in their classroom's door to see who was passing. Another Sixth Former, tall and thin with messy blonde hair, passed by them, walking in the opposite direction. Emily could feel his gaze on her ass as he went behind them, so she shook it a little for him. He was the kind of guy she could go for, and he looked like he could give a pretty good night. Maybe another time.
With that, they were at the front entrance and the double doors swung open into the fairly small lobby. The secretary disappeared off into the office are, saying she would sign Emily out, leaving her alone there with her dad. He was sitting peacefully in one of the armchairs, an unread lifestyle magazine languishing on the table next to him. She had a cheerful expression on his face, but there was a sense of confidence to it. He looked like he had made up his mind about something.
"Hey there!"
"Hi dad."
"Ready to get down to the dentist's?"
Emily's first thought was to ask about this mysterious appointment, but she thought it better to wait. As her dad strode down the front steps with her in tow, she asked him.
"In all honesty," he shrugged, "you don't actually have an appointment."
