Okay, it wasn’t my dog, and it wasn’t my homework. I was on my way to Hunter, a six-block walk, but I was barely beyond my front stoop when who should I run into to but Sylvia Green, a high-school classmate I hadn’t seen since graduation. She was standing on the corner with a brown dog.

“Hey, Kiddo,” she said. I think she called everyone Kiddo. I hadn’t really known her that well.

“Nice dog,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “He has his uses.”

I thought that was a strange thing to say.

“Want to walk him?” she asked.

Before I could respond, she handed me the leash, and we set off, the dog essentially leading. We got about three blocks, and in the wrong direction, when the dog stopped to sniff a fire hydrant.

“Looks like a good one,” Sylvia said.

“Yeah, they just painted them the other day. They used to be yellow.”

“Is that so?” Sylvia said.

I nodded and was trying to think of something else to say, when she put her finger on my lips.

“Hush,” she said. “It’s all right.”

I had no idea what she meant by that.

She left her finger on my lips for a moment, then eased it inside.

“There,” she said. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t very well answer with her finger in my mouth.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Lick the tip. Lick the tip of my finger like it’s your girlfriend’s clit.”

I didn’t know what else to do. I licked Sylvia’s finger.

“Mmm, good,” she said. “Yes, keep licking.”

I kept licking, and Sylvia somehow unbuttoned my blouse. It fell open.

“There,” Sylvia said. “That’s better.” And her hand, the one not in my mouth, went to my breast, held it, then with thumb and forefinger squeezed the nipple. With a gush I came. I’d never had such a quick, strong orgasm.

“Oh Gosh, I’m so sorry,” I blurted.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Your dog. I guess I let him go.”

The dog, apparently done with his investigation, was suddenly nosing between my legs.

“He has this talent,” Sylvia said. “You how some dogs can sniff out explosives. Or drugs. He can sniff out wet cunt.”

He was doing more than sniffing.

“He should get some kind of reward, don’t you think? For making you come so good?”

“I ... I ... I guess so,” I stuttered.

“Right,” Sylvia said. “Your cum-soaked panties would be perfect.”

“You want me to ... to take them off ... Here? Now?”

“Now would be perfect,” Sylvia said. “I can do it if you want.”

“No, that’s okay,” I said, and I hastily shrugged down my panties and stepped out of them.

“Perfect,” Sylvia said, and she took the panties from my hand. The dog snatched them right up and trotted off. Sylvia turned and followed.

“Uh, bye,” I called out.

I couldn’t very well go to class the way I was, and it wasn’t just the missing underwear. Without buttoning my blouse, I hurried back to my apartment and collapsed on the couch. One hand went to my mouth, the other to my cunt. Homework, I thought. I came at least a dozen times before noon.