I got this girl down the hall to model. “The assignment is symbolism and there probably will be some nudity,” I explained, and she was all right with that. I had her wear my old schoolgirl outfit and hop up on the dresser.

“So what’s the deal with this symbolism?” she asked.

“Well, for example, the round knobs on the dresser drawers—they kind of act as symbols for your tits,” I explained. “Or maybe it’s the other way around. If you open your shirt it could be both at once.”

She didn’t hesitate to open her shirt.

“That’s great,” I told her. “Now if you touch your tie—kind of caress the end of it.”

“I get it,” she said. “It’s like a phallic symbol.” She gripped the tie and began stroking it with her thumb, just like she might caress an erect cock.

“Too bad there’s not a real penis around,” she joked. Or maybe she wasn’t joking. “So what’s next?”

“Now just kind of lift your legs and cross them so your skirt rides up.”

She lifted her legs. Her skirt rode up, revealing her pussy.

“Perfect,” I told her.

“What about the symbolism?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, and I opened one of the dresser drawers a little.

“But shouldn’t my pussy be open a little too?” she asked. “So that there could be that two-way symbolism?”

“Good thought,” I said, though I’d been thinking much the same thing.

She said, “Maybe you could, you know, like open me, since I’m holding the tie and all?”

Carefully, using both thumbs, I peeled her labia apart. “You have the most delicious looking cunt,” I said.

“Would you like to taste it?” she asked.

I didn’t hesitate.

After that there was no symbolism—just pure sex.