Note: This is a complete work of fiction, constructed solely from my imagination. Any correlation any character shares with any person, living or dead is merely coincidental and completely unintentional. Names, events, times, places and even thoughts are all fictional.
Christie was your average 10th grader. Highlighted blonde hair down to her shoulders, striking blue eyes, a quickly developing but still juvenile body whose breasts and hips were just finally starting to bulge in all the right ways. She was about 5'2" and 115 lbs, not heavy but not a twig either. It was jsut about this time in her life that she started to have new feelings, emotions and sensations she had never felt before...
She came home from school one Tuesday to an empty house - her parents were divorced and she lived with her mom and older sister who were at work and away to college, respectively. Max and Annie, her two golden labs, barked at her when she arrived home, pleading to be let into the backyard as they were stuck in the house since about 8am that morning. As usual, she let them out, and headed upstairs to watch some TV and take a nap.
Being such a hot, muggy day, she decided she would change out of her cloth, sweaty uniform into something more breatheable and so she undressed, but left her panties on, threw on some mesh shorts and a tank top, appreciating the cool breezes she now felt over most of her body. It was refreshing and relaxing, to finally be out of her hot, tight clothes and into something comfortable.
She laid out on her bed and turned her TV on, idly flicking through the channels for something that would catch her interest.
None of her favorite shows were on, MTV was actually playing music as was MTV 2. As she continued flicking she landed on one of the soap operas and figured - why not? She became enthralled and intrigued as she watched the petty happenings of the soap, but was most captivated by the seduction scenes. It wasn't like she had never been exposed to that sort of thing before, she had a boyfriend once. But the passion with which it was portrayed on the screen kept her eyes rivetted -it seemed like whoever was kissing couldn't get enough of their partner, and she had never really felt that with her ex-boyfriend.
She kept thinking about how nice it would be to be that into someone, that you seemingly lost control, couldn't help yourself and pleasured each other to your hearts' content. She eventually slipped into a daydream, where everything was sort of fuzzy. She awoke with a start and glanced around, expecting her mental image to still be there, to actually exist.
She was in the middle of some enjoyable activity... with someone she cared about, someone that made her feel passionate...
she was even somewhere familiar... but come to think of it, she couldn't remember ANY of the details.
"Weird," she said to herself aloud, "it was so lifelike and yet I can't remember a damn thing! Oh well I guess..." As she repositioned herself so she could get up off the bed, she noticed a slight dampness in between her thighs but decided it was just sweat from being upstairs in her room on such a hot day. She went down to the kitchen to grab a snack, and quietly pondered jsut what could have happened in her dream, who it was, where it was, what it was. She felt like she was getting closer to figuring it out when Max and Annie came bounding back into the house and broke her concentration.
"Oh you guys are so adorable, aren't you." she said to her dogs, "I just wanna eat you up!" she continued as she gently petted them, scratching their heads, backs and stomachs. Max was acting strangely, she thought, as he kept edging in closer, but not doing anything specific. He wasn't satisfied with the 5 minutes of petting Christie gave, and just stayed there waiting for more (or something else?). Still hot and tired from her nap, however, Christie figured she would take a quick shower to freshen up before her mom got home for dinner around 8pm.
She turned the water all the way as hot as it could go, as she always did, just so it would heat up faster. Even in the hot summer, she hated cold showers. She peeled off her tank top and slid off her shorts. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her curvy body just in panties, and was startled at how much she liked what she saw. She didn't think she was gorgeous by any means, but her breasts were definitive, the areolas dark, nipples sticking out just the tiniest bit. Her tan body, with lines circling her boobs, and beginning to lighten towards the bottom of her stomach.
She almost jumped when her eyes travelled farther down and noticed the dark wet spot on her already mildly damp light gray panties. It stood out clearly though, and a few interesting and scared thoughts raced through her head. "Oh my God, did I pee myself? Why is it so wet right there? What could've happened, I'm sure I didn't have to go, I wouldn't have let some slip..." buzzed and bounced back and forth in her head as she reached down to slide her panties off. The soaked fabric clung to her for just a second before relinquishing and trailing down her leg.
Then, for the first time she could ever remember, she noticed the slightly pink inner folds out in the open. She had never been one to touch herself inappropriately and hadn't explored her body, so it was a brand new thing for her, to see her body actually exposing itself. She didn't know what it meant, why it was like that, but she did know that the cool air that now cascaded over her made her tingle. Out of innocent curiosity, she reached her fingers down to touch herself and was somewhat surprised to find it lubricated and wet, even on the outside.
What was more intriguing to her, however, was that it felt warm, but sort of gooey, not like pee at all, and so she as confused but excited to discover this about her body. She didn't really know what to do next however, and after looking at herself in the full body mirror and seeing if she was still wet every 15 seconds or so, she gave it up as curious but a dead end, at least until she could experiemnt more.
She took a relatively quick shower, shampooing and conditiong her hair well but not extensively.
She soaped up her body and noticed that she unintentionally paid particular attention to her "down there." She wasn't even aware she was doing it, but she was using the soap sponge more than was necessary, rubbing it against her body a little harder than usual... and sort of liked it, but didn't know what exactly about it she liked. As she bent over to get her legs and toes (she loved to idly toy with her toes, whether it was while sitting watching TV or in the shower) she noticed she especially enjoyed the hot water running down her back, over her butt to her still slightly exposed womanhood.
She thought nothing of it, however, except made a mental note that it was somethign she enjoyed, and hopped out of the shower to dry off and get dressed. After fully drying off, she figured she would touch herself one more time. She didn't know why she wanted to, but something inside her told her she definitely should. As her hand traced its way down her stomach she felt herself tingle and anticipate the touch. She started to even breath a little faster and louder, she didn't know what was happening to her body or her mind. Right as her fingers graced the top of her trimmed pubic hair, she heard a sharp rap on the bathroom door that made her jump a foot off the ground.
"Christie, sweetie, I'm home and I picked up some pizza for us, come down in a minute, ok?" her mom, Dana, said. Christie tried to catch herself and calm down and managed to mutter out an "ok sure" that sufficed and her she heard her mom walking down the steps. She was so shocked that she forgot all about touching herself and hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs with a towel around her head covering her wet hair.
As she settled into her seat for dinner, she let her mind wander. She saw her mother's face and saw how it was that sort of happy-tired look one gets when you pretend to be content with a bad hand. Her mind wandered into why her dad had left, what was wrong with her mom? It certainly wasn't her job, as she held an important job in a law firm and was bringing in more than enough for the family, yet she didn't even flaunt the fact that she was the breadwinner when he was here... it just was what it was. It wasn't her intelligence, because she was exceptionally smart, though not overbearing or overwhelming. She gave off an air of knowingness without the cocky superiority that accompanied most. And it surely wasn't her looks as she was an attractive 38 year old. Auburn hair in a bun, sparkling green eyes, gorgeous face with glasses that accentuated the angles, a pretty full bosom, curvy hips and even a nice little posterior to go with it. She was all of 5'4" 135lbs, maybe a hair more than "average" but she carried it seductively, voluptuously, in her breasts and hips. Christie just couldnt figure out what exactly her dad had wanted more than her mom, who seemed perfect in every way.
The next week or so passed by without incident and she had pretty much forgotten about the interesting chain of events that had occurred.
Wednesday was just like any other, school passing by like a blur because it was so repetitive. She came home, took a nap on her bed, played with the dogs, did homework, had dinner with her mom, the usual. Her favorite shows were on, however, at 9 and 10, so she figured she'd get all ehr homework done early so she could watch them and go to bed. She just barely finished and didn't even get to shower before 8:55 so she figured she would shower either after her shows or in the morning. Christie actually fell asleep towards the end of the second show, with the TV and the lights on, the volume low enough so as to not wake her mom (who went to bed around 915 or so).
She had been switching back and forth between the movie channel and her shows and had apparently just dozed off.
She awoke with a start, completely disoriented and discombobulated. Her eyes were having trouble adjusting to the light and she wasn't quite sure what she was hearing, but it sounded like someone on the TV was hurt or something, moaning and whatnot. Finally her eyes become accustomed to the light and looked over to the TV. She almost screamed, but managed to stifle it into a small squeak as she was almost horrified at what she saw. She had never touched herself, never watched anything erotic, the most she did with her boyfriend was kiss. What she saw on the screen was an act which she thought abominable. Her eyes were transfixed to where the mouths met, then travelled to where other body parts met. They were moaning loudly and passionately, like she had heard the other day on the soap, but more intensely. They weren't only kissing, they were touching and grinding their hips together, too.
Christie knew it was porn, having heard about it from boys at her school, and knew she shouldn't watch, that it made her a pervert, but she just couldn't move her eyes or her arms to turn off the TV. She sat mesmerized as the two bodies connected and separated and found that she thought it exciting in the way that one finds it thrilling to do something they know they shouldn't. The remote was lying between her outstretched legs and she leaned to put her weight on her left arm as her right arm came across her stomach, gliding over her panties (she slept in panties and a tank) and travelled down to where the remote lay against her thigh, quite high up as well. Her hand seemed to hesitate right over her hole, right next to where the remote lay, until she finally snapped out of her trancelike state to grab the control. She didn't turn it off immediately however, as her mind began to race and her breath began to quicken.
She was afraid that her mom would walk in, but she just couldn't take her eyes away from the two beautiful bodies intertwining on the screen. Christie's mind began to imagine delicately delicious scenarios that she thought were utterly depraved and dirty, yet enticing.
The most astounding part of this whole scene was that she was not disgusted at all, especially because it was two women who were on the screen. Christie knew what being a lesbian was, but she always thought it was for older women who were weird, sort of outcasts. The girls on the TV, on the other hand were young, beautiful girls who looked quite normal and popular. This conflict inside of her started to melt away as she started to assume she had jsut amde a mistake in the first place, and maybe good, normal, pretty girls could be lesbians... but it wasn't for her. But, she thought to herself, I do find them very attractive, so does that make me one too? No, it can't, they are pretty, everyone would agree, and not everyone is gay. As she argued back and forth with herself, she suddenly realized that her hand was back between her legs but the remote was inches away.
She didn't know what came over her but she began to let her hand rest on top of her panties and immediately felt gratified for having done so. She had no idea what about it amde her feel good, but just lifting and pushing her hand back down made her shiver in delight. After doing this for almost a minute and finally becoming aware of it, she also noticed that her panties were dampening. Her mind flashed back to the other day, when she found her panties wet after daydreaming of kissing someone and it suddenly clicked in her head that she hadn't peed herself but had instead been aroused while asleep. She knew what it all was, to be aroused, to masturbate, to have an orgasm, but she was to proper of a girl to ever engage in such activites, she had only overheard other girls (and guys) talking about it in school. She didn't want to become one of those perverts, those dirty kids who did sexual things they shouldn't be doing, but she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted. She continued to apply and relieve pressure, getting wetter and wetter, until there was a discernible circle of moist wetness a little alrger than a quarter, right over where she was rubbing.
She immediately felt horrible about herself, pulled her hand away, shut off the TV and got up to go to the bathroom, to try to think through what had just happened. As she slid down her panties she again noticed how it clung to her, and looked and saw her pink lips exposed again. She sat on the toilet, feeling that she needed to pee to purge herself of whatever desires she had just experienced. Her mind would return to the images on the screen, to the feelings between her legs, but then snap herself back to reality. She finally concentrated enough to tell herself whether it was pleasure or not, it was wrong and she wouldn't ever do it again. As she made the decision, she began peeing and felt a tremendous sense of relief both from her bladder and from her mind, like she was extricating the evil that was inside her, getting rid of it. It felt good to pee, she thought to herself, I can feel a tingle down there sort of like how I felt before, but I know this time it isn't bad. She finished and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe and as she was doing so, she repositioned herself and accidentally squirted some onto the toilet paper and her palm. She was grossed out, knwoing how dirty it was, but the tiniest little voice in her head told her it was warm and nice, soothing and relaxing. She quickly cleaned herself up, hurried back to bed, hit the light and tried to get to sleep.
She found, however, that it was not that easy, that being alone int he dark let her mind wander and she kept returning to her exposed lips in her mind, the girls kissing and touching on the screen, the pee that had splattered on her palm. Before she knew it, she again found her hand down between her legs, but this time, it had curiously worked itself inside her cotton panties. She felt the dampness from before on the back of her hand, and pressed her palm downwards liek she had done before. Just like last time, she was startled at how wet it was, how gooey it felt. Her lips and folds also felt velvety on her palm but it was sensitive. She pulled her hand up a little, so that now her fingers were able to push on her folds. Not only did they put pressure they seemed to go inside a little bit. Something told Christie to only use one finger at first and she pushed it straight onto where it felt good. Slowly but surely it slid past the folds, parting them. She didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, but it was a little tight around the tip of her finger, not even into the first knuckle... but it felt amazing. her palm instinctively pressed down and she found that it had touched a pleasure center, but didnt know what it was or where exactly. Her finger continued to delve into her, getting jsut a tiny bit deeper with each systematic thrust, her hips apparently joining into the motion, pulling back and pushing forward to get her finger in deeper and deeper. Her palm was now rubbing in circles around her instead of lifting off - she couldn't bear to relieve the pressure it felt so good. Her finger reached the scond knuckle and instead of wiggling it back and forth in tiny increments, her hand had a mind of its own and started pulling out past the first knuckle and sliding in further each time.
Unbeknownst to Christie, her left hand had found its way up her shirt and was gently toying with her breasts. She wasn't sure how she knew what to do, as she had never done this nor watched anyone or beeng iven detailed instructions, but she just kept doing what felt good. As she was finally ramming her entire finger all the way inside her, her palm mashing against her pubic mound furiously, her other fingertips pinching her nipple lightly, but increasingly forceful each time, she felt as if she had suddenly los control, her body bucking and flailing on the bed and after what seemed like hours of thrashing she came down from what felt like heaven.
She felt that warm, slick, moistness not only all over her finger but all over her palm and other fingers. Her nipple now hurt as she had been pinching it quite roughly, though she was still ecstatically euphoric, the pleasure having nto fully subsided. Without knowing why, she took her right hand, the one that had been down there on her and brought it to her face. She couldn't stop herself, knew it was weird, gross and terrible, but put the tip of her finger into her mouth. She tried to rationalize, that she was just being curious because it was a first time for her. She even sniffed in the aromatic scent that her hand was now doused in and it sent shivers down her spine.
She continued to lick her finger until she had cleaned up every drop of whatever it was that had coated her hand. It finally dawned on her that she had had an orgasm from masturbating herself.
And she didn't feel bad about it at all. She actually felt relieved and relaxed, happy and at peace.
Now, she and her mom had never been very secretive aorund each other, at least concerning their bodies. Christie wasn't sure if she was going to tell her mom what had happened, because she still felt a little awkward about it, now that it was morning and the pleasure had gone away. Maybe it made her a pervert, she thought, maybe she was a bad kid now and her mom would hate her and disown her and that would be terrible. So, as she sat contemplating how her mom might ever react if she did tell her, she didn't even hear her mom as she was tlaking at the breakfast table.
"Ya know, usually when you sleep with panties on, they are supposed to stay up, not be almost at your knees," her mom said somewhat nonchalantly, having to repeat herself as Christie finally broke her internal argument long enough to hear what was said. "Just seems a silly thing to do, on or off, not in between, haha," she finished, pretending like it was no big deal, but hanging on every movment her daughter made, to gauge her response.
Christie blushed the deepest red and studied her bowl, unable to raise her gaze back to her mother's, which was in no way stern or condescending, on the contrary, it was smiling and genuine (though a little wry). Christie stammered something incoherent about tossing and turning under the covers and seeing how embarrassed she was, Dana decided not to push the issue and make her more uncomfortable, she just let it go at that saying, "oh, ok, I just noticed that when I woke you up this morning, no big deal though," and left the room to go upstairs to get ready for work.
Christie felt ashamed and embarrassed, but realized that her mom didn't seem that mad, either she didn't know what Christie had done, or didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Christie floated through school all day, her mind returning to both the events of the night before and her mom's response today. She couldn't reconcile it, kept feeling bad about what she had done, but not really meaning it because she had enjoyed it so thoroughly.
The rest of the day passed quickly and uneventfully, and her mom made no mention of it at dinner, seemingly haven forgotten all about it as if it was insignificant or something that routinely happened.
These thoughts occupied Christie's mind over the next couple of days and she found herself taking long showers, touching herself a little, getting excited, and also scanning the channels late at night for something intriguing, but finding nothing. This went on for about two weeks, until she stumbled upon another dirty show while she was lying in bed at 11:15. Her mom was soundly asleep, so she hazarded turning the volume up so she could hear. This one involved two women and a man, naked and touching each other. She found that she didn't really care to look at the guy or his thing, she was more concerned with both women, and especially liked when they kissed. She let her hand travel to its now almost familiar place between her legs and start gently massaging her folds. She had not been able to get even one finger all the way in in any of her shower adventures and hadn't touched herself any other night, not having found any shows on, but she found that the excitement she felt watching the show transferred down to her "sex" and her finger slid in easily and quickly.
It felt so good to finally be touching herself, inside herself again. Her left hand resumed its position at her perky nipples, aching to be touched, fondled, caressed and pinched. As she slid her middle finger in and out, she began thrusting against it, the intense pleasure mixed with the slight pain as she was still very tight. She slipped her finger all the way out and began using her ring finger instead.
As her ring finger became lubricated and finally began to slide in easily and quickly, she began ramming it into her with as much force as she could, yet she found it wasn't enough, she wanted more, she needed more. With her panties and tank removed, she was completely naked, lying on the bed with now the tips of two fingers pressed against her hole, trying to fight their way in, and her thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple, bringing it closer to her mouth. She didn't knwo why but she wanted to suck on her own tits, but try as she might, she just couldn't reach. She kept pulling and trying, however, as her fingers continued their battle against her tight pussy. They finally gained some hedway as both fingertips slid in at once, after being copiusly drenched in fluid. They weren't able to go much further, but the stretching that took place even to get that bit in hurt Christie enoguh to make her want to stop... but felt so good that she wanted to make it hurt even more.
Slowly but steadily pumping her two fingers in, sliding them back and forth and around, trying to get them to go in further as she craved the filled feeling they were giving her, she found herself almost on the brink of another orgasm. she felt her breathing getting heavier, quicker, louder, she felt her body bucking more and more in a crazy rhythm and she even started moaning, though she quickly turned her face into the pillow to keep it quiet. She glanced occasionally at the screen, and as she did, she saw the blonde girl on screen using her tongue on the brunette down there. The camera zoomed in and showed her tongue flicking back and forth, in and out, darting all around and Christie could hear the brunette's moans of euphoria. This sent Christie over the edge and she felt a warm sensation all over her hand and the inside of her legs. Her body wasn't bucking as much as last time and it felt sort of different. She didn't stop pumping her fingers however, but felt the warmness travel farther down her leg, almost like it was squirting and dripping. When it seemed to keep going and to feel just slightly odd, different from last time, she finally looked down.
In horror, she realized that she wasn't cumming, she was going! She had coated her hand and thighs in piss and it was still streaming out at a steady rate. She tried to stop it, terrified at what had happened, but it only came out faster, harder. She continued to fingerfuck herself, she couldn't stop doing it even though she wanted to. Her body was paralyzed, stuck to the bed and she finally finished her golden stream and seemed to barely hesitate as her body began to convulse in orgasmic rapture. Her mind was racing, thinking of all the consequences of what she had just done, but the dirtiness of it all turned her on, made her finger harder. Fingers and hand drenched in pee, she switched and brought it to her mouth. The smell made her revile and anxiously await at once. She hated to think what it would be like but couldn't stop herself from doing it. She could practically taste it the smell was so strong and it intoxicated her. Her left hand was now working in its ring and middle finger, her palm rubbing against her a little higher. As she tentatively stuck her middle finger into her mouth, her body spasmed. She licked more voraciously, sucking the droplets off her finger greedily and felt another wave pass through her body. She finally put two fingers in her mouth at once and the overwhelming taste was too much for her and she began having the most intense orgasm she thought was possible. Last time was amazing but this, this was truly heaven on earth! She felt little squirts and didn't care whether they were cum or pee, she knew she would lick it off anyway. She continued licking her piss covered hand, finding the taste more and more attractive even though it wasn't that good. She lay there basking in the glorious aftermath of her intense orgasm, panting and sweating, pee-stained sheets, fingers and now breath. What the hell would she tell her mother in the morning....
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