Michelle – The Beginning – Ch.1

Although I had been touching myself between my legs for some time, enjoying the way it felt, and the flashes it sent through me, it wasn’t until the summer before I turned fourteen that I had my first orgasm, (although at the time I didn’t even know what it was), just that it felt wonderful…I was in heaven, and from that day forward I couldn’t come enough, or often enough.
I graduated from my fingers to the hand held shower head, to trying everthing from candles to carrots to even a cucumber.
Although I didn’t yet even know what my clit was, I knew there was one little tiny spot just above my slit that felt better than anything else. Even though I loved the feeling of having something deep inside my pussy, it wasn’t the same feeling as teasing my little magic button. It wasn’t until half way through the summer that I discovered just how great it could be to do both at the same time. ((My middle finger on my right hand rubbing on my clit, while my left hand was furiously pumping something or other in and out of my pussy.
My early fears that something was wrong when my pussy used to get really wet and start leaking juice went away when Jennifer, (my official best friend), told me that that’s what happens when a girl gets excited, and it’s perfectly normal. (More on Jennifer in later chapters.)
But for the rest of summer, Jennifer became my “sex ed” teacher. Although my age, she seemed somehow much wiser and more experienced. She’s the one that explained to me that a girl’s pussy getting wet was just like a guy’s penis getting big and hard…the sure sign of exceitement.
PENIS!!! Although I had seen my dad’s before, ( and my older brother Ricky’s), usually coming out of the shower, I had never thought (or knew) that they would get big and hard when excited. I became infatuated with thinking about penises, penises getting big and hard, and started wondering what it would feel like if I could make a guy get excited enough to make his penis hard.
Constantly thinking about penises, and penises getting big and hard made my masterbation sessions more and more frequent…lying in my bed, sitting on the toilet, standing in the shower…I just couldn’t get enough, and just couldn’t get the thoughts of a hard penis out my mind.
This is where my story begins…
Chapter One:
By age fourteen, my body had pretty much matured. At 5′ 5″ tall, I weighed only 102 pounds, but my breasts had filled out to a nice 36C. I had a little tiny waist, fairly long legs, and virtually no butt. (My brother Ricky (older at 17) used to tease me that I had “an ass like a ten year old”. I had only a very fine wisp of hair around my pussy, and kept the reddish blonde hair on my head at medium length.
After my best friend Jennifer had explained a few of the facts to me, like my pussy getting wet being the equivalent of a guy’s penis getting hard, I couldn’t get the thought of a hard penis out of my mind.