Chapter 1: The Teddy and the Schoolgirl

Each tick of the old-fashioned alarm clock next to her bed brought Crystal a second closer to high school graduation. The clock had been next to her bed for eighteen years, a comforting sound that could put her to sleep at night and awaken her in the morning.

She didn’t need the clock. She was eighteen and had a cell phone, after all. It could wake her up with its gentle vibration instead of the insistent ringing of the harsh bell on the clock. But that bell was like a call to the post for racehorses. When it rang, Crystal knew exactly how long until she needed to be out of bed, dressed, and ready for school.

She also knew how long she could stay and luxuriate in her soft warm covers before the cell phone would announce that it was really time to get out. Those were precious moments for Crystal. Sometimes, moments to consider life, her plan for the day, or her fantasies left over from dreams.

This morning it was the latter. She moved around in her cocoon, feeling the slip of her silk nightshirt against her sensitive skin. She felt arousal slowly claim her body, always amazed at how she responded to the slight stimulus. Awakening from sleep: the sensual arousal of her entire being.

Teddy was near at hand, as always. No one knew how important he was to her, though she kept him on or in her bed at all times. He’d been a faithful companion since adolescence. Sometimes he simply listened to her as she talked about whatever was on her mind. Sometimes, he simply cradled her head while she cuddled in half-waking fog. And sometimes, he was her most faithful lover, an active participant in her sensual fantasies.

She returned his dry kisses until it was time to push his head lower in the bed where she could rub against him, using him as a substitute for the man she dreamed of. Whatever man that happened to be at the time. She might have seen a handsome star in a popular movie, or a buff athlete without his shirt. She might have had a lively conversation with a boy at school, or even be anticipating a date that night. Teddy knew how to be whatever she needed.

Her response to Teddy between her legs in the waking moments of the morning drove her heartrate higher. She liked feeling him pressed up against her intimately. When she rolled to her stomach with him beneath her, the pressure against her center of pleasure was intense. Only a few thrusts of her hips would bring her to the precipice of her climax. A touch ... A single touch with her fingers to enhance the feeling, and she would be driven over the edge into sexual joy.

“Oh, Teddy,” she sighed as she pulled the stuffed toy from between her legs to bury her face against it. “What a pity it is that you aren’t a real boy. It’s Valentine’s Day and if you were a real boy, I would make sure you had as much pleasure this morning as I’ve had. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like feeling your hardness penetrate my moist heat? Oh! I can almost feel you inside me. Yes. Do you want to go again? Push here where I can feel the pressure against my clitoris. Oh! You know I love it when you move your head left and right against me. Just a little more, precious Teddy.”

It wasn’t often she indulged in a second race to fulfillment in the morning, but it was Valentine’s Day, after all. She felt a little self-indulgent and promised Teddy that if he were properly equipped, she would make sure he felt as good as she did before she went to school this morning.

“Of course, I’m going out tonight—with Luke. He’s nice enough, but I don’t know that he deserves to be treated as well as you. He’s only a boy. And the boys only want to see how far they can go with a girl. I don’t mind a little. You know the kisses and the touches can be quite stimulating. But, so often, boys just get excited and forget to bring their partners along with them. If they get what they want, their date is likely to go home frustrated. And sticky.”