Reminiscing about my first girlfriend
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Part One
At the moment I'm so frustrated and it feels like forever since I'd had anyone that I've felt a real connection with.
I miss when I was younger, when I'd just started finding myself and watching my body develop, remembering how taboo self masturbation was for me, the smells, wetness, softness and that anticipation - that general all round naughty feeling of something new.
But recently I'd chatted with a complete stranger online who made me go back to that feeling when I was that young orgasmic girl, finding something new.
Lying here waiting for that message box to signal from her seemed to take forever.
I knew from a young age that I was bisexual, but back then it didn't have a name, I just thought I admired the female form, not that it was a sexual thing. Trouble was I looked forward and then with dread to PE (Physical Education). I would hang around the sides of the netball court trying to look like I was involved, I was in today’s terms soooooo bored.
After the activity we walked back to the changing rooms, and although we had separate showers they'd be the girls fully developed showing their breasts off proudly, ( I felt they were so arrogant) versus those who didn't want to show off at all but would have theirs openly discussed by other girls until the teacher would call them out.
Poor Susan she knew she'd had the biggest tits as the guys and girls would either tried to grab them or poke fun at them, but she was so shy I felt so sorry for her with that constant harassment.
For me the smell in the changing rooms would be so intoxicating. Just writing this I remember Rebecca Ken... a something, walk past me and the smell of her armpit sweat would be like a dr*g, even now when I get on the tube and someone smells just like her..... - Anyway that's probably just a bit weird for most.
It was catching a glimpse of the girls pubic hair, especially those who had just starting to show that got my attention, I tried not to stare but the shyer they were the more I was compelled to look.
After all I was incredibly shy, my towel would give nothing away, tightly shrouding me whilst I slipped my white cotton knickers on, oh and my bra, not that I needed that thing with my tiny breasts.
The first time I knew I was going into puberty properly after my breasts started to take shape and my pubic hair started growing through, and sure I'd explored myself before, plenty of times, but later this evening was different.
I was in bed, the usual girl’s room, single bed covered in teddies, wrapped underneath my covers and I'd gone to bed thinking of two particular girls, Emma and Caroline. They had been chatting to each other about the usual girl stuff whilst walking back through the cramped corridor to the changing rooms, but after they have left the shower I happened to glance through the open cubicle door to catch a glimpse of Caroline's perfectly figure and dark hairy vagina.
Whilst she was quite wide hipped for her age with a skinny waist she had these perfectly matching breasts, still wet from the shower her dark haired vagina I couldn't keep my eyes off, Emma I could barely see, aside from her bum blocking my view. At that time I had no other desire but just stare at Caroline's form.
Her vagina was so neat and for the first time I'd noticed how different the girls were.
Her pubic hair was so perfectly straight that I felt myself noticeably get wet for the first time.
I must have been thinking of her soft pink ample figure as I'd woken in the night with that same wet feeling. At first I thought I'd had an accident but reaching down between the covers I slipped my hand under my tight knickers and placed my longest finger past my clitoris onto the opening of my wispy ginger haired vagina and instantly felt my wetness. It felt so natural, enjoyable.
I'd often explored myself but this time it felt different - I was insuring I took my time and was tingling before I explored my wet folds...... It felt so, so very nice but I stopped myself as it felt forbidden and wiped myself dry by dragging my knickers up.
For weeks I'd look forward to that "after shower" peak of Caroline, but could never get near to seeing her again as she was by far my favourite, in my imagination anyway.
For now I'd these thoughts out of my head.
It was only a few weeks later on a Saturday that my parents had gone out that I happened to venture into the loft, for what I can't recall, but by chance I happened to stumble across my father’s pornos. I wasn’t sure what I'd found at first but carefully turning the pages of that most loved magazine I was captivated by the girls in it.
Wet from that quick flick I retired and now sat in a secluded part in the back of the loft -knowing that if anyone came home it would take them a few minutes to find me, by which time I could stash the magazine.
I instantly pulled up my skirt off but before undressing further but I wanted to gaze at all these girls some more in detail, indulging this moment. So I crossed my legs my knickers sodden.
For me one section stood out as I poured through the pages, these two women looked as I had imagined Emma and Caroline naked hundreds of times before, and albeit nothing in physical resemblance, the girls in the porno were my Em and Caz.....
Part Two
Nested in the corner of my parent’s musty loft I was sat upon my knees still desperately resisting from touching myself.
I was too fixated by these girls (in the porno) in any case; even that magazine had the same musty smell. I remember vividly the excitement rushing through my body of what was to come.
The blonde girl, Caroline, in the magazine was smiley with long hair, vintage to most nowadays but the hairiest vagina I’d ever seen. It was her huge breasts and full figure that I enjoyed the most. She had these large darkened areola and soft nipples. Every page she was in a different position until I reached a point her friend had joined her.
At this point it was too much, I was so wet that I pulled my knickers down to my right ankle but kept them looped there in case I needed them back in a hurry.
I squatted up and went straight past my own wispy ginger pubes and began circling my inexperienced clitoris. It was like an on-button and with that I forgot myself and came crashing down backwards! I was quite clumsy.
Laughing, I lay on my back and grabbed the magazine and propped it up against the loft beam whilst continuously increasing the pressure on my young clitoris with my other hand.
As I went to turn the page I realised that my other fingers were still wet. I couldn’t resist tasting my own secretion. It was sticky to touch, perhaps a slightly salty but nonetheless it did smell a little musty. I took a breath of my own stickiness; it gave me a head rush – perhaps the thought of doing it was felt wrong, a little embarrassing perhaps.
I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I feasted by eyes on the other curly haired girl in the porno, her nipples were similar to mine, solid, albeit her breasts were much larger than mine.
In the picture she was her holding the other girl by the waist and in my mind she was dominating the other. I remembering trying to create the same touch on my midriff and teased by damp hand up to my encased nipples.
At this point I began to feel my first orgasm filling, welling, my whole body up, my bum rose and hips gyrated slightly, without my consent, and only after a few more seconds of deep prolonged breathing I felt a flow of wetness.
I pulled this juice back through into my ginger hair and continued, my other hand still pulling at my erect nipples over my bra. By now I’d forgotten the magazine and was imagining myself in the company of Caroline and that’s what completed my first experience of masturbation. I felt a wave of joy and let out a loud whimper as I pushed my finger inside and the other hand enjoyed my clitoris again.
I came.
I felt my pussy pulsating, squeezing my finger.
The exhilaration had been immense
as I lay there for a few minutes, half naked my wispy pubes covered in my own sticky mess and legs shaking I gently circled my vagina smiling broadly.
At the moment I'm so frustrated and it feels like forever since I'd had anyone that I've felt a real connection with.
I miss when I was younger, when I'd just started finding myself and watching my body develop, remembering how taboo self masturbation was for me, the smells, wetness, softness and that anticipation - that general all round naughty feeling of something new.
But recently I'd chatted with a complete stranger online who made me go back to that feeling when I was that young orgasmic girl, finding something new.
Lying here waiting for that message box to signal from her seemed to take forever.
I knew from a young age that I was bisexual, but back then it didn't have a name, I just thought I admired the female form, not that it was a sexual thing. Trouble was I looked forward and then with dread to PE (Physical Education). I would hang around the sides of the netball court trying to look like I was involved, I was in today’s terms soooooo bored.
After the activity we walked back to the changing rooms, and although we had separate showers they'd be the girls fully developed showing their breasts off proudly, ( I felt they were so arrogant) versus those who didn't want to show off at all but would have theirs openly discussed by other girls until the teacher would call them out.
Poor Susan she knew she'd had the biggest tits as the guys and girls would either tried to grab them or poke fun at them, but she was so shy I felt so sorry for her with that constant harassment.
For me the smell in the changing rooms would be so intoxicating. Just writing this I remember Rebecca Ken... a something, walk past me and the smell of her armpit sweat would be like a dr*g, even now when I get on the tube and someone smells just like her..... - Anyway that's probably just a bit weird for most.
It was catching a glimpse of the girls pubic hair, especially those who had just starting to show that got my attention, I tried not to stare but the shyer they were the more I was compelled to look.
After all I was incredibly shy, my towel would give nothing away, tightly shrouding me whilst I slipped my white cotton knickers on, oh and my bra, not that I needed that thing with my tiny breasts.
The first time I knew I was going into puberty properly after my breasts started to take shape and my pubic hair started growing through, and sure I'd explored myself before, plenty of times, but later this evening was different.
I was in bed, the usual girl’s room, single bed covered in teddies, wrapped underneath my covers and I'd gone to bed thinking of two particular girls, Emma and Caroline. They had been chatting to each other about the usual girl stuff whilst walking back through the cramped corridor to the changing rooms, but after they have left the shower I happened to glance through the open cubicle door to catch a glimpse of Caroline's perfectly figure and dark hairy vagina.
Whilst she was quite wide hipped for her age with a skinny waist she had these perfectly matching breasts, still wet from the shower her dark haired vagina I couldn't keep my eyes off, Emma I could barely see, aside from her bum blocking my view. At that time I had no other desire but just stare at Caroline's form.
Her vagina was so neat and for the first time I'd noticed how different the girls were.
Her pubic hair was so perfectly straight that I felt myself noticeably get wet for the first time.
I must have been thinking of her soft pink ample figure as I'd woken in the night with that same wet feeling. At first I thought I'd had an accident but reaching down between the covers I slipped my hand under my tight knickers and placed my longest finger past my clitoris onto the opening of my wispy ginger haired vagina and instantly felt my wetness. It felt so natural, enjoyable.
I'd often explored myself but this time it felt different - I was insuring I took my time and was tingling before I explored my wet folds...... It felt so, so very nice but I stopped myself as it felt forbidden and wiped myself dry by dragging my knickers up.
For weeks I'd look forward to that "after shower" peak of Caroline, but could never get near to seeing her again as she was by far my favourite, in my imagination anyway.
For now I'd these thoughts out of my head.
It was only a few weeks later on a Saturday that my parents had gone out that I happened to venture into the loft, for what I can't recall, but by chance I happened to stumble across my father’s pornos. I wasn’t sure what I'd found at first but carefully turning the pages of that most loved magazine I was captivated by the girls in it.
Wet from that quick flick I retired and now sat in a secluded part in the back of the loft -knowing that if anyone came home it would take them a few minutes to find me, by which time I could stash the magazine.
I instantly pulled up my skirt off but before undressing further but I wanted to gaze at all these girls some more in detail, indulging this moment. So I crossed my legs my knickers sodden.
For me one section stood out as I poured through the pages, these two women looked as I had imagined Emma and Caroline naked hundreds of times before, and albeit nothing in physical resemblance, the girls in the porno were my Em and Caz.....
Part Two
Nested in the corner of my parent’s musty loft I was sat upon my knees still desperately resisting from touching myself.
I was too fixated by these girls (in the porno) in any case; even that magazine had the same musty smell. I remember vividly the excitement rushing through my body of what was to come.
The blonde girl, Caroline, in the magazine was smiley with long hair, vintage to most nowadays but the hairiest vagina I’d ever seen. It was her huge breasts and full figure that I enjoyed the most. She had these large darkened areola and soft nipples. Every page she was in a different position until I reached a point her friend had joined her.
At this point it was too much, I was so wet that I pulled my knickers down to my right ankle but kept them looped there in case I needed them back in a hurry.
I squatted up and went straight past my own wispy ginger pubes and began circling my inexperienced clitoris. It was like an on-button and with that I forgot myself and came crashing down backwards! I was quite clumsy.
Laughing, I lay on my back and grabbed the magazine and propped it up against the loft beam whilst continuously increasing the pressure on my young clitoris with my other hand.
As I went to turn the page I realised that my other fingers were still wet. I couldn’t resist tasting my own secretion. It was sticky to touch, perhaps a slightly salty but nonetheless it did smell a little musty. I took a breath of my own stickiness; it gave me a head rush – perhaps the thought of doing it was felt wrong, a little embarrassing perhaps.
I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I feasted by eyes on the other curly haired girl in the porno, her nipples were similar to mine, solid, albeit her breasts were much larger than mine.
In the picture she was her holding the other girl by the waist and in my mind she was dominating the other. I remembering trying to create the same touch on my midriff and teased by damp hand up to my encased nipples.
At this point I began to feel my first orgasm filling, welling, my whole body up, my bum rose and hips gyrated slightly, without my consent, and only after a few more seconds of deep prolonged breathing I felt a flow of wetness.
I pulled this juice back through into my ginger hair and continued, my other hand still pulling at my erect nipples over my bra. By now I’d forgotten the magazine and was imagining myself in the company of Caroline and that’s what completed my first experience of masturbation. I felt a wave of joy and let out a loud whimper as I pushed my finger inside and the other hand enjoyed my clitoris again.
I came.
I felt my pussy pulsating, squeezing my finger.
The exhilaration had been immense
as I lay there for a few minutes, half naked my wispy pubes covered in my own sticky mess and legs shaking I gently circled my vagina smiling broadly.
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