("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Molly Takes a Shower by Alfred E. (alfrede65@hotmail.com) *** A girl, giving herself a breast-check while in the shower, just like the doctors recommend, turns into a solo pleasuring session that explodes into her first ever orgasm. (f-teen-solo) *** Molly was taking a long shower. She had always taken long showers in the evenings, ever since she was very small, six or seven. She wasn't so much older now, 13, and she certainly wasn't much bigger. Molly was small, but her breasts had begun to develop; small, awkward lumps on her still-girlish chest. She was in the clumsy time between a child and a young adult. Water poured down from the nozzle onto Molly's pink skin. It ran down her body, dripping off of the ends of her chin-length hair and fingertips, down her belly, and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Molly had finished washing; she had scrubbed her body, her face, and her hair. She was quietly, if a little guiltily, fingering her breasts now. The TV and magazines had made it perfectly clear that breast cancer was dropping women by the bushel and she was naive enough to believe in the life-or-death importance of self breast exams. Still, there was some guilt. Was it really supposed to make her feel this way? She used three fingers to carefully feel one of her small breasts. It was not like that of a grown woman; it had a hard, not quite ripe feel, like a lotus bud before it had blossomed. The breast beneath her fingers was tender, and she had to be careful not to press it to hard, or the pain would make her utter a small sigh. As Molly explored her breasts in the shower - using both hands now, feeling both breasts - her fingers would accidentally flick across her nipples. This sensation was new to her, something strange and intriguing. Soon, this "accident" became more frequent, and the tiny buds of her nipples stood up on her areolas, two dime sized areas of red in a sea of pink. It was not long before Molly could do nothing but fondle her nipples, playing with the small, hard beads. Molly took the shampoo bottle in hand, and squeezed a small amount onto her chest rubbing the fragrant gel over her sensitive skin, feeling the cold shampoo become warm against the heat of her body, feeling her finger slide over her nipples. Above the caress of her own fingers, Molly became aware of the streams of water. Their impact played against the length of her small body, her chest, her quivering face, and her thighs. It was the water against her thighs that she felt the most now. Molly relaxed her knees, spreading her legs a little as she stood, so that she could better feel the intense stream against the inner parts of her thighs. Every now and then, her small shudders would direct a single beam of water into the place she only her as her private parts. It was a sensation so new to her, so intense. Something almost painful, something that made her feel guilty, but exciting. It was a sensation she wanted more of, even though it made her afraid. Molly knew that place to be private. She would not show it to anybody, and had tried to have as little to do with it as possible. Slowly, though, Molly was awakening. If her sex was indeed private, it would be hers, and hers alone - shouldn't she be able to do with it want she wanted? The blossoming woman glanced around nervously, as though she expected to find someone behind the close shower curtain to catch her being naughty. Quickly, like a child stealing candy, her hand darted down to her mons, encountering the small bit of drowning hair. She stood there for a minute like that, with one hand on her breast, and the other covering her sex, feeling the warmth radiating out above the heat of the shower. Slowly, a bit afraid of what she might find, she slipped a slender finger past the lips of her sex, and was surprised to find it was wet, not with water, but with her own juices. They had been building for some time, and now dribbled out passed her fingers. Molly moved her one finger slowly, up and down, up and down, still caressing her breast, playing with its hard nipple, rolling it around gently between her fingers. The finger in her sex felt the entire length of her slit, from the top, with its explosion of sensations, to the bottom, where she encounter a what seemed a hollow, a small place that seemed, perhaps, not to belong there. She pressed against this placed, and it hurt. It hurt, but she couldn't stop, pressing against it. Slowly, excruciatingly, she pressed, sobbing quietly now, shivering even in the heat, and pressing hard against her breast, despite the tenderness. It tore, it gave, and, with a thin red dribble down her leg, it was gone. Molly hadn't expected this, and her fingers - for she had all of them now within her slit - now shot into her waiting tunnel, and felt the heat of the honey within. There was no stopping Molly now, as small gasps escaped her lips. Her fingers moved faster, pumping in and out of her and her thumb rubbed against the slippery explosion of her clitoris. Her hands pressed very hard against her breast as she felt a bubble rising inside of her, something she was helpless to stop, and wouldn't want to for the world. She could barely keep from screaming in the shower, and she moved her fingers inside her tight sex, slowing feeling her legs tense until she could contain it no longer. Nearly forgetting herself, Molly let slip a barely controlled gasp, threatening to become a scream, as she felt the bubble bursting, long and hard, he legs relaxing as she fell to her knees, the cleansing water washing over her. Molly felt some guilt, but she knew what she had done wasn't really wrong; it was actually very, very right, and her long showers became even longer. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70