Before she leaves, she must get dressed.

Emma stood up and realized that she had to dress first. Standing before her closet, she pulled out a black skirt that she had not worn for a while. It fit! It was knee-length and tight. She found a semi sheer white blouse to go with it. She then walked to her dresser and found some dark thigh-high stockings.

Emma stood in front of the mirror and removed all of her night clothes. She admired herself. She looked quite nice, she thought. She was small-breasted, about a 34A, but her waist was 25 and her hips about 33. "I look very sexy," she thought. "I know that someone wants to fuck me," she said out loud.

Emma was horrified. She said, "Where did that come from? I am a virgin and I want to save myself for the right guy." Still, she looked at her image in the mirror with increasing lust. Her fingers began to gently circle her nipples and then gently caressed her breasts. A feeling began to rise between her legs. "Oh my, I am getting hot," Emma said. "I have to stop."

She could not stop. Her hands moved down her torso until she was fingering her pubic hair and then her labia. "Oh, help. I am starting to fuck myself. I ... I am ... so ..."

She fell to the floor and opened her legs as wide as she could. She could see herself in the mirror as she touched her labia and rubbed her clitoris. She had never done that before. She had always been taught to refrain from self-stimulation. But it felt so good.

Suddenly she pluged her middle finger of her right hand into her vagina. "Oh please, I don't want to you fuck me. Please help ... **** ... please ... fuck ... fuck ..."

Emaa was begging to not be fucked but she was doing it to herself! Her finger began to stimulate her itself. "FUCK ME!" Emma screamed as her vagina began to quiver around her finger. "FUCK ME!"

As Emma began to orgasm, the voice in her head came back. "You are very sexy Emma ..."