From blaste@hotmail.com Tue Mar 25 00:02:04 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories Subject: Please email responses!- The Secret Life of Michelle, Chapter 1 (f, teen, mast) From: blaste@hotmail.com (Blaste) Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 05:02:04 GMT -------- Standard Disclaimer ------------------------ If you are not of legal age in your State/Country/Locale, don't read any further. If you cannot handle explicit stories about consenting sex, don't read any further. If you are close-minded, Puritanical, or otherwise offended by sexual themes.... DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!!! ------------------------ Please fell free to send comments/praise/constructive criticism to: Blaste@hotmail.com I will be posting more as I write them. Please send feedback. **The Secret Life of Michelle** Chapter 1 --------- If anyone had ever looked at Michelle, while passing her on the street, you'd never guess how interesting this girl was. She was a long haired brunette, with a fairly athletic build, and a great smile. Michelle was well liked among her friends at the Hamilton Heights Academy, and one of the better students who'd be graduating this coming May. Michelle's friends were generally the children of wealthy aristocrats, and as such they never really got into much trouble, so Michelle was raraely tempted to stay out late, or to indulge in any type of illegal behavior. The one thing Michelle was NOT, however, was a snob. She regularly volunteered at the soup kitchen in the city with a group of her friends (they called it "maintiaining an image," she called it "helping out.") Everything Michelle did was to make everyone happy. Her parents were fiercely proud of her for who she was and were generally very lenient for the conservative background that they were raised. But, as they said to Michelle, she had never given them any reason to mis-trust her and they appreciated that, so Michelle could generally do as she pleased. This was the Michelle that everyone saw and loved. But, as we all have, Michelle had desires and impulses and that she kept to herself, longing for the day that she could realize those dreams. Spring came, as it always does, and eventually May was upon the picturesque New England town. Graduation day arrived, and Michelle had restlessly sleeping all night, excited with the anticipation of high school finally being over. She tossed and turned all night, and upon looking at herself in the mirror in the morning, she realized that she had a little time before she would have to leave for graduation, all the more time for a long, eye-opening shower to wash away the signs of her restless sleep. She climbed out of her pajamas and into her robe, then turned on the the shower, a little bit warmer than normal. When the spray was even and strong, Michelle climbed out of her robe and into the warm fine streams of water. "Ahhhhhh...." She thought to herself as the water hit her naked body, "that feels really good." She turned her back to the water at first, to let her body get used to the abnormally hot water, then as her skin warmed and wetted, she turned slowly around, letting her sides get watered down. As she turned to face the shower head, the streams of hot water hit her breasts, she jumped a little bit, not expecting the water to be so hot upon them, but eventually she relaxed and let the water course over her body. The water trickled down under the curves of her breasts and stayed there, adhered to her body the water felt really good, so she lifted each breast and let the water flow around them. She let out a slight sigh as her breasts were warmed all over. Michelle squeezed her breast gently, and noticed that her nipples were not as soft as they normally were. Michelle was not a stranger to hard nipples. She had had a boyfriend named Alex and they were together for a few months before his parents had pulled him from the Academy for financial reasons. They'd been sad to part, but they didn't want to ruin their friendship by a long-distance relationship. But during their times as a couple, he had touched her bare breasts and she knew how good it felt to her, and how much he liked it. They'd never had sex, or even close to it. But they'd experienced enough of each other to know what made the opposite sex tick. So as she squeezed her breast she remebered the good times she'd had with Alex. She ran her fingers over her nipples a few times, feeling them harden with each passing tap. She sighed and decided it was time to wash up, she didn't want to sadden on this day. She was determined to make everyting right today. She reached for the soap and began to lather up. Starting from her arms she glided the soap over her body, working up a rich, foamy lather. She came to her breasts and was extra-specially careful about not arousing herself too much more, even as her hands glided over her hard nipples. She worked her way down her tummy, making sure to get her sides and her lower back. She slid her hands down to her soft patch of pubic hair which was neatly trimmed along her bikini line. She felt the soap raising the soft hairs up a little as the small bubbles formed. She moved down a bit over the mound of her pussy, and was suprised to find it as wet as it was (besides the water that is.) She couldn't resist giving her self a quick tap on the clitoris, and the sudden pleasure made her smile to herself. She moved down the insides of her thighs and the around to the outside. Down her strong legs and over the tips of her neatly petticured toes. While bent over washing her feet, she lost a bit of her balance and fell backwards against the wall. She had felt herself losing balance, but didn't worry about it because she figured she'd just lean up against the wall. But she didn't expect her labia to touch the colder tiles on the wall, and that made a small shock of pleasure go through her system. "Ohh.... why not?" She said out loud. She straightened up and brought her hands to her crotch. She slid one finger in between her labia, and the warmth of her juices was greater than that of the water. She slid her finger around the outside of her pussy until her finger was covered in her own juices, the she slid it into her pussy, swirling it around inside of herself to tap her G-spot. Meanwhile her other hand had worked itself onto her breasts and was massaging and kneading each one in sensual arcs. She felt her nipples harden, she tapped them in time with her finger on her G-spot. Michelle really enjoyed that feeling. She felt as if her entire body was one big sexual nerve. And at the time it was. Her clitoris was swollen enough so that every time she moved her finger in side of herself, her palm would press into her clitoris. She pulled her finger out for a second or two and flickered over her clitoris, sending her waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure. Her orgasm was coming soon, she could feel the tension building inside of her. She moved her finger back into her pussy touched the soft, wet flesh of her G-spot. Michelle leaned up against the corner of the shower for support, and closed her eyes. Letting her fantasies dance through her head. She saw herself on a bed on the beach, a warm gentle breeze flowing over her nude body as her pussy was licked by some unknown, strong, sensual man. She saw herself writhing in pleasure on the bed, grabbing his head and pushing his face hard into her mound, letting his tongue drive deeper into her. She saw him reach up and begin to tap and squeeze her nipples as his tongue glided over her clitoris. She saw her body spasming, knowing that in a few seconds... KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Michelle's body snapped up to standing, her hands quickly moving from her crotch and breasts. "How long are you going to be in there, Hon? It's almost time to go!" Michelle's mother asked. "I'll be out in a few minutes!" Michelle yelled back. "Damn it!" she thought, she'd been really close to cumming. "I can catch it!" she yelled to herself. She reached down to her clitoris and let her finger fly faster and faster. She felt her body tense up again, slowly albeit, but she had caught her orgasmic wave before it left her completely. She grabbed and pulled at her nipples, desperately trying to bring her orgasm back as quickly as she could. She was almost frantic that she'd miss it and the residual tension would be with her all day. Michelle brought her mind back to the beach and the nameless man licking her clitoris, trying to feel his tongue upon her clit. She was concentrating so hard she fell against the shower wall with a **THUMP** She held her breath and put all of her mental effort into think about her orgasm, and then all hell broke loose. Her body spasmed hard enough that her body came away from the wall and then hit again. Michelle gasped in a breathfull of air, lest she pass out. She felt the ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Her knees weakened, and she forced herself to stop tapping her clitoris so she wouldn't fall over. She straightened up slowly, to make sure she could support her weight on her weak knees. they held and she realized she hadn't washed her hair yet. She grabbed the shampoo and gave her long brown hair a quick once over and rinsed. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry off. "Ahhh!" She yelped as the towel hit her very sensitive nipples, "I'll have to be careful with those for a while," she thought. She stepped out of the shower into the colder air of the bathroom and didn't like that the cold air made her nipples even more sensitive. She looked in the mirror and saw her entire body was red, from the orgasm she surmised but it could have been from the hot water... besides, who'd notice? She threw on her robe, being careful about her breasts, and went back to her room. Michelle, finally back in her room, saw that she'd been in the shower for about 35 minutes... No wonder her mom had knocked! Well she went to her closet and selected the white dress they had bought just for her graduation. She layed it out on the bed and went to her dresser for her underwear, slip, and stockings. As she disrobed, she felt angry that her mom had knocked when she did, for the orgasm wasn't nearly what it would have been had she been un-interrupted. Oh well, she thought. She thought back to the first time she'd masturbated; In her bed, she'd been 14 at the time, she found herself one night waking from a dream with her hand covered in her juices with her hand on her mound. She couldn't remember the dream, but she felt warm, but a little scared, for she didn't know if she was turing into a pervert or something. It bothered her for a while until she read in a teen magazine that masturbation was normal, and it wasn't dirty or anything. In fact, the article had extolled masturbation as the safest form of sexual pleasure, and that had made Michelle feel a lot better about it. She re-discovered it a few days later and has been doing it ever since on a regular basis. "Get DRESSED!" She scolded herself for letting her mind wander. She dressed hurriedly and went to the bathroom again to do her face (not that she really needed much,) brush her teeth, and do her hair, which she was glad that her hair style was rather low maintenance. Finished with all of that she ran downstairs to the kitchen for a quick banana (a little smirk crossed her face... Ahhh memories!) and then left for Graduation. To be continued.... In Chapter 2