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I Remember (f, solo)
Louise <louise69@rocketmail.com>
This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so I would welcome all
constructive feed back. I thought for my first attempt it was best
to base it on experience. This story is true. Or at least true to
my memories!
Louise
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I Remember
I remember the first time I discovered what "it" was
for. Not that the real "first time" - that would happen
several years later - but in many ways that was less
memorable than these events.
It was just before I started at high school. Every year
for the summer my parents would take me away on
holiday with them to a cottage they owned by the sea
- they loved it, but I hated it - a girl of that age was
easily bored and I was a no exception. In fact I think
some years I must have been a real brat! This year
was going to be a little different - they suggested that
it might be fun if my friend Sally came along. I was
delighted - we were really close and used to hang out
together all the time. Sally was the same age as me,
but looked a lot older -she had started developing
earlier than me and looked quite grown up. I used to
envy her boobs that looked enormous, although I
guess looking back they probably were not more than
an "A" cup. But when you are that age and only have
the merest hint of a boob starting to develop you
really get a complex about these things!
We had been at the cottage for a couple of weeks
when my patents announced they would be going out
for the evening. We girls we given a lecture about
how grown up we were now and what a responsibility
they were putting on us by letting us stay there alone.
The lecture seemed to go on and on, but eventually
after all the dire warnings about not letting any
strangers into the house they went out. As soon as
they had left Sally let out a great whoop: "Yes!" At
this she made straight for the drinks cabinet:
"Time to party!"
I was shocked.
"Don't. You shouldn't," I said as she helped herself to
a glass of something.
"Loosen up. Try some of this"
I am not sure what made me accept, but I did. She had
poured a large gin and tonic and gave it too me. It
tasted horrible. I made a face.
"Trust me it gets better when you are used to it. Drink
up."
The devil was in me now: I emptied the glass. She
poured me another. She was right, this one did not
taste as bad. By the time I was drinking my third I
was starting to quite like it.
As the alcohol loosened us up we started talking
about lots of things we had never discussed before -
boys and sex. I guess by then I knew what sex was
about, but some how it was all kind of theoretical. I
could not really understand why anyone would want
to do it. When I said this Sally was shocked.
"But it must feel so good."
"Why?" I na‹vely asked.
"Don't you know? You must have had those feelings.
You know you see a boy and it goes all tingly down
there."
"Not really."
"I bet you never touch yourself there either!"
"Of course I do - when I wash or get dressed. I'm no
prude!" I protested.
"Not like that silly. I mean touch yourself until it feels
really good. You know until you come."
"Oh that. Oh yes of course I do." I lied not really
knowing what she was talking about.
Not wanting to get further embarrassed I quickly
changed the subject.
We stayed talking (and drinking) for a couple of
hours by which time I was really very drunk. I was
still sober enough to be worried when I heard a car
pull into the drive.
"Quick." Put those bottles backs." I yelled.
Somehow we got all the bottles back and hid the
glasses and rushed up to our room before they got in.
"That was close" I whispered with a giggle.
"Quiet - they'll hear you" she said with a finger to
her mouth as the door closed.
Down stairs we could my parents talking.
Suddenly there was a sound of someone running
upstairs.
"Catch me then!" It was my mother's voice, but it did
not quite sound normal. She sounded very young and
her voice was playful and girl like. There was another
clatter on the stairs as my dad ran up after her. The
door to their bedroom slammed closed.
"They're going to do it!" whispered Sally. "Listen."
We put our ears to door - through the thick doors we
could not her very clearly, but something was
happening. There were groaning noises, a few giggles
and what sounded like my mother groaning. Then it
went quiet - but not for long. We could hear their bed
creaking and the sound of groans started again.
"Yes. Yes. God that's good" I clearly hear my mother
call out. I was amazed - I had never thought of them
doing that sort of thing.
"Christ yes. Now. AH!" She shouted.
It went quiet.
"Well, aren't they naughty!" giggled Sally.
"Shush. They will hear you!"
"I don't think so! Anyway I need to sleep after all that
booze." She said as she stripped off and collapsed
naked onto the bed. In seconds she was snoring quite
loudly. I undressed, put on my nightie and climbed
into bed.
Somehow despite all the booze I could not sleep. My
mind keep going back to what Sally had been saying
early and what we had just heard a few minutes ago.
Was I really that different? After all even my parents
had seemed to be enjoying themselves. As I thought
this I could feel a tingling down there. Was that was
Sally meant? And what did she mean about touching
yourself?
Put my hand down there and started to examine
myself. I could feel the first soft hairs just starting to
grow and it felt sort of warm. As I felt further I could
feel the outer lips and then my inner lips. I familiar
with this, but some how it felt different this time. I
could feel a warm moisture and as I moved my
fingers around there was one spot that felt different.
"Ouch" I gasped as touch one part that seemed
particularly sensitive. I could feel what seemed like a
little knob of tissue that felt hard right at the top. As I
was feeling, I found myself looking at Sally's naked
body on the bed next door. Here boobs looked huge
but I took some pleasure that at least her nipples
looked smaller than mine. I could see a slight bulge at
the top of her legs and a soft covering of hair. I
looked to see if she had the bit I had just felt. In the
half-light I could not really tell, but somehow just
looking was making me even more excited.
I started rubbing that bit a little harder. The nicest
feelings seemed to be when I rubbed it gently
between the lips. I experimented with different was of
rubbing it. I moved over on to my front and rubbed
myself against the sheet. I rolled onto my back again
and tried it with one hand, then the other. I eventually
settled on using both hands and gently moving the
lips all over it. It felt amazing. By now I was lost in
what I was doing until there was a load noise. I
stopped suddenly, but was relived to hear it was just
Sally snoring.
I put my hand back down there. I was surprised to
feel I was dripping wet. I felt the moisture, it was not
like pee, much thicker and greasier. I experimented
with rubbing the moisture over that part I had just
discovered. The lubrication made it even nicer - if
that was possible. I was soon lost again as I gently
massaged that little lump that felt so good. As I got
more excited the lump seemed to pull it self further
back into its little hood and get even more sensitive,
but now sensitive did not meant I wanted to rub less
hard. I found myself rubbing it harder and harder. All
I could think about was how good this felt and how
beautiful Sally's body looked naked on that bed. I
really wanted a body like that. Her boobs lay on her
chest like two little islands with their pink nipples like
little peaks on top. They fascinated me - they made
her look so grown up. I looked down at my body and
my breasts. Not that I really had any breasts like
Sally, but in the last few months a noticeable swelling
had started under the nipples, and the nipples
themselves had really grown. The dark bit at their
base had got quite fleshy and the teats had become
huge. When they got cold they stood out at least half
an inch and often embarrassed me by show through
my blouse.
I felt my then. They were really were big considering
there was the smallest of breast buds for them to sit
on. They had gone hard and were standing out like
little pegs - just like they do in the cold. But this time
they were hot and felt nice as I touched them. I played
with one between my fingers, but was careful to too
keep one hand between my legs. Touching them felt
good, but not nearly as good as my new discovery
between my legs. My thoughts started to get wilder.
As I played with my nipple and rubbed between my
legs, I kept looking at Sally. My mind was pretending
it was her fingers touching me. The thought got me
even more excited, but made me feel a bit guilty -
girls were not supposed to touch each other. I could
not help it though - I had this image of just lying there
as Sally touched me. I could see her body over mine,
her boobs hanging down. Her nipples touching mine.
To make mind think of something else, I imagined
what my parents had been doing. I though of my dad's
cock. I had seen it lots of times - we were not exactly
a modest family when it came to bodies. I had even
seen it hard once - I remember I had walked in on him
in the shower and it was all covered in soap and
looked really huge. Suddenly I my mind made a
connection: they had told us at school how a man's
thing had to be hard before he could have sex. I found
myself wondering what would it be like to have one
inside me. I could picture a hard cock (just like dad's
had been in the shower) and tried to pretend one was
going into me.
As I fantasized I experimented with putting a finger
inside. I was so wet it slipped inside easily. I was so
young and tight, that just one finger was enough to
really stretch me. I felt strange - it hurt a bit, but
something in my head seemed to like the feel of
something going into me. I slowly worked it deeper
and deeper in to the tight hole. I felt so wet and tight.
I was surprised that I could get my finger in all the
way up to my knuckle and still had an urge to push it
in deeper. The sensation was strange, as I moved it in
and out it felt a bit like shitting, but in a nice way that
was not at all lavatorial. Each time I pushed a finger
in, I just wanted to feel it stretch me and go deeper. I
tried putting two fingers in. It stretched me so much it
hurt, but even the little bit pain almost seemed nice.
I lay back and worked out a rhythm where I used one
hand to work my finger in and out, whist the other
played with my new toy. My fingers seemed to get a
life of their own: they just rubbed harder and harder
and went in and out quicker and quicker. The images
in my mind were now completely out of control - I
was seeing Mum and Dad doing it; then I was
thinking about Dad's cock; then I was thinking about
Sally's body; then I was imagining Sally touching me;
then I was touching her; then Dad's had his cock in
her; then he had it in me. The pictures flashed quickly
through my mind like an erotic slide show - each
picture accompanied by a wonder sensation down
between my legs. I felt really hot, sweating and my
breathing was heavy. I was even groaning slightly,
but by now I didn't care it felt SO good.
Then it happened.
I felt something deep inside of me contract and felt a
tight spasm between my legs. My whole body went
stiff and my mind was filled with every image I had
fantasized about, all at once. It was both frightening
and the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt. A wave
of warm pleasure swept over me and I felt more
spasms coming from within. It seemed to last forever
yet was over too soon.
Afterwards it felt like I had just woken suddenly from
a dream. The sensitive bit had become so sensitive I
could hardly bear to touch it I was so wet the bed was
slimy and smelled kind of musty. I felt strange:
somehow a little guilty but also much more grown up.
Now I knew what Sally was talking about!