“The student," she muttered, "is not ready to show up the teacher. Don't move. And no peeking."

Madison felt Heda get off the bed, and it was hard to resist scanning the room to see what was going on. She heard the noise of boxes being rearranged.

“Really, is this the time for unpacking?" she asked throatily. She wanted to play.

"Ah ha!" Heda exclaimed. She grabbed her target, then headed back to the bed.

"Put your hands under your butt," she said.

“Hunh?"

"Put your hands . . . under your butt," Heda reiterated, "or we can call it a night." She watched Madison's hands move with speed of a cheetah to the requested location. She got back on the bed and straddled her girlfriend's hips, pinning the girl's arms under her body.

Madison felt something pressed against her mound, then heard a click.

The initial vibrations kicked in instantly, but were low and not at all unpleasant. It was enough of a surprise that she let out a squeak.

"Cheating!" she said, trying to cover her less than macho outburst.

“Instructing, Heda corrected her. She rubbed the tip of her curved vibrating dildo up and down the entrance to Madison's sex.

"I've used a vibrator before," Madison groaned, attempted to push her hips against the toy. But Heda had assumed complete control of the situation. She pulled the toy away for a moment until Madison settled down, then returned to her vibrating caress.

"I know. You almost announced it on the radio, remember?" Heda grinned as Madison blushed bright red. Technically, she had just admitted to having a "healthy libido," but Sasha had later filled her in on the rest of the conversation later. Apparently Madison had worn out the batteries on her own vibrator.

“Never speak of that again."

“Oh no, I have every intention of bring that up at random intervals, and possibly at parties.”

"You wouldn't SQUEAK!" Madison had been caught off guard when the vibrator got kicked up a notch. Now her clit was getting a Little attention too, and it was driving her out of her mind. Heda's free hand found its way to Madison soft breasts, it got really unfair.

"I didn't know bats squeaked," Heda teased. She pushed the vibrator into the cleft and then tugged gently on the nub. She wanted another squeak, but Madison was biting her bottom lip to prevent it from coming out.

"I've heard of screamers and squealers, but never a squeaker. It's adorable."

Madison tried to glare, but it was hard when she were getting hornier by the second. She would not squeak again! Dammit! But it felt so good! She had vastly underutilized her breasts during her self-service sexual adventures. Heda was not apparently going to make any such mistake.

Heda started to penetrate Madison with long, leisurely strokes, looking for the tell-tale signs of having one's g-spot run to appear on Madison's face. That's what this toy had been built to find, and it was why Heda had shelled out extra money for it.

"You know what I want," Heda said. It was not a question, but rather a statement of desire.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

Madison nodded.

“Don't stop," she moaned, her voice a heady mix of sugar and spice.

"Make me cum like I made you."