<HEAD> <META NAME="shs-author" CONTENT="Dirty Minds Think Alike"> <META NAME="shs-title" CONTENT="Ayesha's Happy Times 01"> <META NAME="shs-summary" CONTENT="A young Ayesha engages in 'creative writing' exposing a part of her that her teached didn't expect"> <META NAME="shs-keywords" CONTENT="Fsolo, mast, reluct, mdom, teen,"> </HEAD> Ayesha's Happy Times Chapter 01: English Creative writing "My name is Ayesha Baig. I'm 16 years old. I live in Unit7 Chatsworth, Durban. I have dark olive skin, long brunette hair, 32 waist, and 32b. I weigh 42kgs and stand at 5'3 and yes I either shave or wax my pussy and legs depending on the weather. That's generally all the information that guys asks of me online so I guess we have the important details out the way, right? I'm currently a grade11 student at a local high school. Most people picture me as the sweet innocent girl who works hard at school to make a better life for herself and couldn't possibly know how to hurt someone... and most of it is true! I have excellent grades and I know it's all thanks to hard work, but when I was fourteen I started to explore myself (and eventually others) sexually and in the process lose the concept of the word `innocent'. This incident took place roughly a month after my fourteenth birthday. It was a Saturday morning and I had just finished competing in a school Netball match against an opposing school. Naturally there was time to spare so I headed down to the rugby field to meet my friend Paige from an opposing school. She doesn't play any sports, she was here today to show support to her number nine boyfriend. No, she hasn't had nine boyfriends, number nine was his position. Still in uniform, I sat next to her and we started our usual pointless talking. Paige is a short-stack like me, also a very beautiful girl. We are used to having guys ogle around us and with both of us dressed in shorts (my netball uniform and her skirt) it's not much of a secret what guys like to think about when they see us. I didn't mind though. If I did then I'd be a hypocrite. I would ogle the very same way at two of the boys on our First team rugby squad. After the game everyone headed their separate ways except for me. I always kill a few more minutes at school so I can catch a kombi home that has less people inside it. I chose to sit at the bleachers long after everyone had left. I noticed Dylan (one of the two boys on our First team rugby squad that I ogle) walking out of the tunnel. He lifted his head looking satisfied with a 28-12 win. It looked like a real hero pose to me: hand on hip, squinting towards the horizon. Naturally I called out to him and called him over. He walked up to me holding his left arm. I asked him what had happened and he filled me in on how a bad tackle strained a muscle in his arm. "Here, have a look" He stuck his arm out toward me and I placed my hand on his arm in concern. I didn't realise I was caressing his arm until he called my name sharply and snapped my wondering mind back to this plain. I had been caught red-handed, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is that all you want to rub Ayesha?" he said with a grin on his face. His muscular hand resting on my thigh giving it gentle squeezes "Uh, I didn't mean to..." "It's fine! Calm down! I was enjoying it actually" "Then why did you make me stop?" I asked coyly "I didn't, I just called your name." he came in close to me and whispered into my ear "so? Is that all you want to rub?" placing my hand onto his shorts. I felt the bulge in my hand and knew what it was. But I was still a virgin and frankly I don't think losing my virginity at school was a thought that ever crossed my mind. "I'm sorry, I can't" "Why?" "I can't explain it but I need you to understand that this isn't something I can do right now!" He has clearly angry but let it go. I think he respected my decision. It was time for me to go. I kissed Dylan on his cheek and prepared for the long walk to the school gates. As I got up I felt Dylan grab my hand "Do you finger?" `What?" "Do you masturbate?" "No I don't" "Why?" "Not now Dylan..." He grabbed my hand and yanked me against him. Slipping his hands inside my shorts he gently stroked my panty covered clitoris. Pushing his finger a little lower and teasing my slit. "At least I know that you know how to masturbate now" He let go of me and slapped my ass. I turned and looked at him in shock!! He just stood there grinning, licking his finger wet with the juices he stained my panty with. `Think of me tonight, okay?' he laughed to himself and walked away. Indeed I had a lot on my mind on the way home My Saturday was a usual Saturday beyond that: tuition, shopping, and eventually rest at home. It was a Saturday so I had no intention of sleeping just yet. I stayed up till about 3am watching movies on TV. Once I got into bed I had images of Dylan and how he touched me. I began to think about the bulge in his pants and how good it felt touching it. Indeed a familiar tingle returned to my body. I had never masturbated before and partially I think it was because I didn't really know how to. I had flashes of Dylan kissing me and whispering in my ear... and how I looked down to see his hand in my pants. What felt like a bead of sweat running down my pussy teased me in a way I secretly wished could happen again. "At least I know that you know how to masturbate now" I slipped my hand down into my pyjama pants and pressed my fingers on my bare pussy. I took a sharp deep breath of air and pressed my clitoris the same way Dylan did. I began to rub it the same way he did too, imagining his big strong arms around me. I closed my eyes and imagined what that bulge in his pants would have looked like as my fingers slid up and down my moist pussy, the same way Dylan did to me earlier. I imagined his penis sliding inside me and for the first time I slid two fingers inside my pussy. I'm not a stranger to having a wet pussy; I'm just not experienced in how to pleasure myself. So I'm sure you can imagine how wide I had opened my eyes when I realised that I was crushing my fingers inside me!! I didn't stop! I continued sliding my fingers in and out of me slowly moving faster as my pussy adjusted to having something inserted inside it. I began lightly rocking on my bed with my legs floating up! For the first time I realised how sore my breasts and nipples were but I didn't care I just wanted to enjoy myself. I eventually hit my limit and gasped for air when it felt like I was a huge bubble that just got popped, withdrawing my fingers and gasping for air. Unable to move and covered with both pain and pleasure, I passed out from my lack of energy I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed! I couldn't remember when the last time I had felt this good! I had a natural radiance to me and was bursting with energy!! Indeed today was going to be a good day. I came to the conclusion that it was my masturbation that had given me my morning `perk'. Since that day I have masturbated every night before I fall asleep" Topic: A day I will never forget Words: 1304 My English teacher called out to me after class "Uh, Ayesha?" "sir?" He shows me my essay paper "did this really happen to you?" I giggled "no sir its CREATIVE writing, remember?" Armed with his poker-face he responds "perhaps, but this is a bit too heated for me to mark at a school level, do you understand" "yes sir, but it was the only thing I can think of for the topic" "perhaps, but I would prefer if you didn't write so sexually next time. If you need to write these things down that's one thing, but this is the last time I will accept work from you like this regarding your grades, understand?" "yes sir" I turned and walked towards the door. I stopped and turned around. "sir, if I continued to write these stories in my own time, would you mind reading over them and guide me?" "yes, now get to your next class!!" he said with urgency and strain I headed out to my next class, aware of the impression I had left on my teacher and excited to see his reaction to me in class tomorrow. I wonder how long it will take him to realise how true it was and why I chose to share this with him..