Down the rabbit hole

You don't remember a lot about Alice in Wonderland, though the very beginning is easy enough to remember: Alice chases a white rabbit and falls into a rabbit hole.

You feel as though this is meant to lead somewhere. So far, you haven't done anything that Mr. Carl didn't do in the Faculty lounge. Sarah is looking at you quite expectantly.

"It's Alice that chases a rabbit, down the rabbit hole, right?" you say, trying to provide a conversational opening.

Sarah's eyes widen in attention. "Yes, that's right." She cocks her head to one side. "But what has you thinking about rabbit holes?" She says this surprisingly loudly.

"Well, I think that girls pu-- er, vulvas -- are often compared to small furry animals, like cats and rabbits. Your vulva is certainly a bit furry, and there's no disputing that it's a sort of hole."

"All of those things are both true," she says. Her face is quite red. "But even if you were to call my vulva a 'rabbit', I'm not sure that makes it a 'rabbit hole'. A rabbit hole is a den for an animal, not something which is both a rabbit and a hole. And so far as I know, no rabbit has ever come in to that particular hole."

You think quickly. "Um... if you're meant to be Alice, suppose for the sake of argument that I were the White Rabbit."

Sarah nodded eagerly. "Okay." She licked her lips. "Of course, in the original illustrations for Alice in Wonderland, the White Rabbit wasn't wearing anything on his bottom half." Sarah said this again fairly loudly, catching the attention of most of the class.

You gulp. "Yeah. That's a fair point," you say. You look around nervously. Most of the class is paying attention to you. But you're not going to be able to get anywhere without getting some clothes off anyway. You unbutton your jeans, and pull them off.

"Has touching me and feeling my wetness gotten you excited?" Sarah asks you, looking at the prominent bulge your erection is making in your boxers.

"Yes," you say, as you pull them off. Now the entire class is staring at you.

"Um. Acting here as the White Rabbit, do you think that we could test whether or not your vulva is a rabbit hole, by seeing whether or not I can come inside it?"

Sarah nods. "That's something that we can try. Why don't you sit down?" she gestures to a desk chair.

You sit down, your erection prominently jutting up from your lap. Sarah approaches you, with a nervous smile. In another moment Sarah straddled you, and lowered herself onto your cock.

Sarah looks to your eyes with a nervous cameraderie. "Well, this is interesting. Would you say that sexual arousal is a sort of curiousity, John?" She draws herself up slightly, and lowers herself back down. It is bliss.

"It certainly does seem to be a sort of urge to explore," he says. "Are you curious about me, Sarah?"

"Curiouser and curiouser," says Sarah, as she slowly fucks you in your desk chair.

"Excuse me," says Mrs. Fletcher, "Can you tell me just what you two are doing?"