Young Amy in her bedroom

Amy lay prone on her bed, her lower legs dangling over the edge. The ponytail of her thick blond hair smelling of wild strawberry shampoo curled behind her head, and her full lips were puckered in a pout. She had been crying, because her father wouldn’t allow her to go out on dates with boys yet. Not until she was sixteen, almost a whole year away. What a poop he was, Amy thought as she wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Daddy isn’t fair,” Amy yelled out. She wasn’t afraid to be overheard, because her parents had already left the house to go out for the evening. They wouldn’t be back until around midnight.

Amy’s thoughts turned to Danny. He was a boy in her school, and he was really cute. But what was Daddy worried about though? She just wanted to go out and have fun with Danny. Having normal fun. It’s not like she was going to go out and have sex with him. Of course she sometimes thought about it. Sure. It was normal. But she knew about girls her age that had sex with boys. Those girls had bad reputations, and Amy didn’t want that. Also these days, there was always the worry about Aids.

Still Amy often thought about sex. She was thinking about it right then. Thinking about kissing Danny. Thinking about Danny’s hands pressing against her breasts. And as she thought about it, Amy pressed her own hands against her breasts and felt her nipples harden under her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so she could feel the softness of her small but firm breasts through the blouse material. Her thumbs played with her protruding nipples. “Mmmm.”

Amy undid two buttons of her blouse and put her right hand inside to cup her left breast, squeezing it tenderly. As she did so, she felt her loins begin to tingle, and a slight shiver radiated up her body. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and opening it wide, fondled and squeezed both of her pinkish white breasts. Breasts of young womanhood. Tender…soft…yet firm.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she sighed.

Amy’s body grew warmer, and her pussy tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed every time her thumbs and forefingers squeezed her dark pink nipples. Her left hand moved slowly down her chest to her flat but satiny soft, tawny abdomen. She sucked in her tummy as her fingertips slid under the waistband of her skirt. But her waistband was too tight for her to easily get her hand under it, so she reached lower and lifted the hem of her skirt up to expose her bare upper thighs and pink panties. As her hand slid over the cotton fabric and down over the edge of her pubic bone, her buttocks tightened and pushed her pussy up to meet her fingers. Amy’s lips puckered and a long, slow breath escaped from them. “Ohhh,” she breathed.

Amy could feel the warm moisture beginning to seep through her panties. The feelings she was getting felt good. But she wanted more. With both hands, she pulled her panties down to her knees, then return her left hand to between her firm young thighs.

“Ahhh, better.”

Now she could slide her middle finger between her swollen pussy lips that were wet with her juices. Her clitoris was beginning to swell also, but it was still too tender for her to play with yet. That was okay. Her pussy was enjoying the feel of her fingers sliding through the crevice between the lightly haired mounds of her pussy.

But the panties at her knees were keeping Amy from spreading her legs as far apart as she desired, so she stopped her hand movement long enough to remove the panties completely. Now she could spread her legs as wide as she wanted. Now her inner lips and the opening of her vagina were exposed.

Amy’s middle finger slid past her clitoris and down to her vagina, the tip of her finger sliding over its edge and entering to the first knuckle. Her abdomen quivered as she did so.

“Ohhh,” Amy moaned, as her finger pressed the upper inside of her vagina. Moments later, Amy heard a noise at her bedroom doorway. Panicking, she quickly moved her hand away from her loins and clamped her knees together. Breathing rapidly, she raised her head to see what had made the noise. There at the doorway stood Max, her five-year-old Black Labrador Retriever, his ears perked up as if he were wondering what was going on in here.