Light-Headed and Unsuspecting

Light-Headed and Unsuspecting

Most people didn't set a date for the first time they were going to masturbate, but Ash did. After sixteen years without ever touching herself in a sexual way, she decided that a week before her seventeenth birthday she would lose her 'virginity' to herself. She'd been doing research online. And research here means pornographic stories.

Unfortunately most of the stories involved a man and a woman having sex or performing orally or something else of the sort. And there would be no man waiting for Ash when she got home from school, only an empty house. She had run across a few lesbian stories online, and while she wasn't gay or a bisexual, they had been the only stories that went into depth about women touching women.

So Ash had read those stories over and over until she had half of the dialogue committed to memory. Now she was on the bus riding home, almost nervous but not quite. The ride took forty minutes and when she finally walked into the house she bypassed the kitchen, ignoring the snack that she always ate at four PM on school days.

It was strange walking up to her room and knowing exactly what she was getting ready to do, but not really having a clue how to do it. She kicked her flip flops off as she walked up the stairs. Her door was partially open and she opened it slowly, as if she were expecting someone to jump out and say 'caught you'. But all that was there was her room and a stack of clean clothes on the bed her mother must have brought up.

Ash threw them into her chair without a second thought. She sat down at the computer hastily, pulling up the erotica website she had found earlier in the week. She clicked the mouse a few times and started reading one of the stories.

The brunette's fingers started pumping rhythmically in and out of the other woman, eliciting breathy moans and curses. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Her answer was another moan.

Slowly, one of Ash's hands slipped under her shirt, under her black lace bra. Her fingers were slightly cold and her breasts were warm, making the sensations all the more pleasurable. Her eyes scanned the computer screen in front of her as she pinched her nipple between her fingers, twisting.

The blonde's hand moved between the other woman's legs, slowly traveling up her slit before rubbing against the sensitive nub directly above it.

Ash pulled her hand out from under her shirt before tugging it over her head. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Vacating the computer, she walked toward the bed, dropping her bra as she went. She pulled the quilt up over her jeans, her hands returning to her breasts. One of her hands was twisting her nipples as a fingernail on the other dug into the second.

It only took a few minutes before she slipped a hand down to unzip and unbutton her jeans. She worked them down over her hips, kicking them off under the quilt. She had read in one of the stories about a girl touching herself through her panties before taking them off.

One of her hands continued to touch her breast as the other slipped down to her panties, which were soaked. Her mind pictured the words on the computer screen and she mimicked as best she could.

Through her panties she slipped her finger along her slit, hissing aloud as her finger brushed along her clit. She bit her lip as she worked her finger furiously from left to right over the hood of her clit. She couldn’t understand why she was being so quiet when no one was home. But the stifling of her voice was an added turn-on for reasons she couldn’t describe.

She felt a bit light-headed and moved her finger away from her panties regretfully, but tugged them off a moment later, regret gone. Her skin was sweating under the blanket and she kicked it off before touching herself again. The ceiling fan in her room was on and the artificial wind against her skin made Ash moan.

This time, instead of a hand on her chest and another on her clit, she slowly ran the index finger of the hand that wasn’t rubbing her clit across her soaked folds, making sure she was wet enough to insert it into herself. Biting her lip, she slowly pressed her finger into herself surprise at how little it hurt. Within moments the light pain had completely subsided.

Finger still moving erratically against her clit, she started to move the finger inside of her. Slowly, in and out. And for a few minutes that was enough. Then, almost without thinking about it, she pressed a second finger into herself. She was moaning openly now, finger-fucking herself faster than she thought possible. Her fingers couldn’t go that deep but to an unknowing girl it was perfect. Her hips were thrusting up into the air as if to meet her fingers when they pulled out.

Then . . . she tensed. Her toes curled and she felt all the blood rushing between her legs, or so it felt. And Ash knew without a doubt that she was going to come.

“Oh God oh God oh God.” she whispered to herself, for it was all she could manage. Her fingers were working more rapidly than before as she felt herself contracting around the two fingers inside her. It was as if her stomach had disappeared, as if she couldn’t breathe even though her breaths were long and heavy, as if the world didn’t exist for a moment.

Then it was over. She lay on her bed for awhile before she even realized her fingers were still inside of her. Standing up and drenched in sweat, she made her way to the bathroom to shower, and possibly to repeat what had just happened in the spray of hot water.