Author: IM_LIBERTINE Title: Alice- Alone Keywords: f solo, masturbation It was three AM according to the readout on the digital clock that sat on my bedside table, and I was wide awake. I lay on my bed, the sheets pulled up to my chin, the heavy bed-cover, a patchwork monstrosity sewn together by my grandmother, kicked to the floor along with my pajama bottoms. Outside, I could hear the howling of the late January wind, a cold and lonely sound, almost like a person sobbing. Further off in the distance came the sound of the cattle mooing in the pasture, and further than that the forlorn sound of the local freight train as it passed by our tiny west Texas town. My room at grandma's house is pretty big, the bed is parallel to the wall opposite the door, and it takes me a good ten or so steps to get from the bed to the door. The walls of the room are painted off-white and the ceiling is painted with that bumpy white paint. There's a window at the bedside, near my head, and through it shines the pale light of the sodium lamp in grandma's front lawn. The light comes in at an angle and illuminates a big portrait that hangs at the foot of my bed. It's a photo portrait, a cousin who passed away several years ago. He was young when he died, fourteen or fifteen I think; I was just a baby at the time, so I don't remember ever actually meeting him. The boy in the portrait is tall and slim, but not scrawny; his hair brown with honey blonde highlights from days spent under the sun. His skin is tan and smooth, his eyes a brilliant blue. He wears an easygoing grin, one of those that lights up his entire face. It's a look of pure happiness, I think. He wears a white button down shirt, crisply starched jeans and a black tie. I sometimes stare at that portrait at night, wondering what kind of boy he was. I like to think he was the kind and gentle type, quick to laugh, slow to frown. I also like to think that he's watching me as I lie here in bed. I imagine that he's smiling just for me. Slowly, I lower the sheets and reveal myself to him, just a tease since I'm still in my pajama top, but the shape of my budding breasts is quite clear. The sheet passes lower, over my stomach, and lower still, until the top edge lies just below the top of my panties. I don't want to expose everything to him just yet. I stare into those blue eyes and feel myself begin to warm, especially my lower belly. My hands pull at the hem of my pajama top and it begins to slide upward over my belly, revealing my soft stomach, my belly button, my ribs. I stop just below my breasts, I still want to tease a little, leave something to the imagination. My hands move across my exposed flesh; my eyes slip closed and I imagine that his hands have taken the place of my own. They gently caress my belly, exploring me. I smile as the hands grow a little more bold, the fingertips sliding just under the hem of my shirt, testing my willingness. I make no move to stop him, and so he explores further, moving slowly and carefully, as if my breasts are small, timid creatures that will flee if disturbed. Finally his hands reach the swell of my breasts and stop again. I nod my consent and his hands cup my small tits. My body instantly responds to the touch, my nipples are firm and, as I slowly roll my palms over them, a very nice feeling radiates from my belly throughout my body. I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly, savoring the pleasure until the place between my thighs begins to ache for attention. My left hand remains at my breast while my right slides downward until I feel the hem of my panties beneath my fingertips. My fingers glide over the smooth cotton until they reach my slit, and I hesitate, letting the anticipation build while my left hand teases my nipples, gently pinching and pulling. My right hand gradually shifts downward, exploring the entrance beneath the fabric of my panties, pressing lightly against my lips, until my middle finger finds it's way into the slightly damp crevice that hides my most secret spot. I gently bite my lower lip as my finger begins to make lazy circles around my clit, the cotton of my panties slightly rough against the sensitive spot. My other hand continues to tease and play with my nipples, pinching a little harder as my middle finger draws small, tight circles between my nether lips. I pause for only a moment to strip off my panties and drop them to the floor, then spread my knees as wide as I can. Both hands go to my crotch and I spread my lips open, exposing my virginity to the night. The tip of my right index finger returns to my clit, circling. My breaths begin coming in rapid gasps and I loose focus on my clit, my fingers caressing the soft flesh of my sex, lightly brushing the opening. My hips move on their own, matching the pace of my fingertips, and my left hand clutches at the bedsheets as the pleasure builds. Time stops for a moment as the pleasure is suddenly released throughout my entire body. My body spams for an instant, then again. The intensity of the orgasm leaves me feeling weak for a moment, then time once again begins to flow. Quietly, I slip back into my underwear and pajamas, then between the bedsheets. A whispered goodnight to the portrait on the wall, and then I slip away into peaceful sleep.