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Blooming
Winter break from college was boring me. I had a
job, but it was only on weekends, and I had
friends, but they were still in school. It
mostly consisted of sitting on the couch, eating
and watching T.V. And sleeping; I can't forget
to mention sleeping. However I didn't sleep
well. I would lay in bed for hours before
finally drifting off and usually the best I
could do were short three hour naps with an hour
or so break in between each round.
On one such night, I was laying in bed shifting
from side to side trying to find a comfortable
position. I looked at the time on my phone and
it said 1:00AM. Remembering that I had gone to
bed at eleven, I groaned in frustration and
stretched my body, my legs moving somewhat of
their own accord and when my body went limp, I
was in an almost spread-eagle position. I stayed
like that, too lazy to move.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on
breathing and relaxing, but I became strangely
aware of a cool sensation between my legs. I had
worn only my shirt from the previous day and
panties to bed that night, as most nights, and I
had the fan on because my room gets very hot in
the winter when the heat is turned up. I could
feel the cool air lightly caressing my panties
and seeping through to brush my pussy. I
grew...interested at this discovery and instead
of worrying about my loss of sleep, I began to
devote my attention to the new, barely-there
sensations.
I started to lose them, my body getting used to
this new tease, and I spread my legs wider,
feeling my outer lips open further. The
sensations came back, a bit stronger than
before. I smiled to myself, realizing what was
going to inevitably happen: I was going to
masturbate. If only that word held any actual
meaning to me. I had never had an orgasm before.
Touching myself only ever led to more
frustration afterward from feeling myself get
close but achieve nothing. *The problem is* I
thought to myself *I never learn.*
Feeling my fingers trailing down my stomach to
my black panties, my heart began to beat a
little faster, already anticipating what was to
come. When they got there, my fingers stopped at
the elastic, almost as if they had minds of
their own and were wondering the same as I
whether or not it was worth the trouble. I let
out a sigh of frustration and willed them
further, over the fabric, just to trail my
middle finger along the slit, testing the
situation at hand (if you will excuse the pun).
My panties were warm and slightly damp already,
encouraging me to go from a feathery touch to
pushing the cloth slightly into my folds,
feeling them hug the tip of my finger. Bringing
my finger back up along its path, I felt my soft
clit poke against me, almost begging for
attention. I encircled it lazily for a minute,
still trying to arouse myself enough to forgo my
outerwear. Until that point, I had still been in
a state of half indecision as to how far I would
go before I gave up and went to sleep. Sighing
again, I pushed myself, in some ways
unwillingly, to bring my hand back up to the
band and slide underneath.
With nothing between them I felt for the first
time the overwhelming heat radiating from my
pussy. I took a deep breath and with the tip of
my forefinger, lightly touched my clit. It was
very dry and sensitive, and the friction, while
electrifying, was slightly uncomfortable. I
tensed and my eyes widened, the feeling was so
brief and intense. I relaxed, licking my lips
and trying to even my breath, which was now
growing heavy and quick. I moved my finger lower
along my dry, sensitive folds until I felt the
hot, wet dip of my hole. I circled it and let
out soft, low moan.
My juices lubricated my finger, making its touch
bearable and I brought it back up to my clit. I
closed my eyes and spread my juice all over it
from base to tip, constantly circling. Once
finished with that wonderful chore, I gave it a
push. I gasped and my entire body jerked. I
forgot to breathe for a moment and smiled when I
realized how wonderful that feeling just was. I
pushed again, harder, and with the same result.
Again and again I did this, each time convulsing
with pleasure. Moans and sighs would escape my
throat with the occasional strangled squeal. I
did my best to keep quiet as not to wake anyone,
but it was becoming very difficult. My body grew
tired and I went back to just circling my clit,
giving myself time to catch my breath
When my breathing began to slow again, I thought
about my hole, hot and wet, waiting
instinctively for the warm, hard cock of a man.
I did not have one at my disposal at the time,
so I settled for one of my fingers instead. I
slipped my index finger inside and discovered
the exact extent of my arousal. My cunt was
completely soaked with my juices and began
trying to squeeze my finger, to draw it further
into its depths. I tried to move my hand, but my
panties were preventing that, so I removed my
finger long enough to take off my panties. The
exposure to the cool air against my pussy
created a much more erotic atmosphere and I
began to finally go into a more sensual mode of
thought, stretching out on my bed, arms above my
head, back arching, and legs briefly drawn in.
After writhing in my new state of sexuality, I
bent my knees and spread my legs even further
than before. That position in itself felt
amazing and my pussy flexed at the freedom it
provided. With renewed vigor, my hand went back
to my pussy and this time, I inserted two of my
fingers. The fit was much for fulfilling and
curving my fingers and pushing my hand against
my now throbbing pussy, I began to finger-fuck
myself.
What happened next can only be described as
possession. It was as though the primitive,
sexual desire that drives humans just burst out
of me. My hips began to buck into my hand,
slowly at first but quickly picking up speed and
a guttural moan escaped my lips in time with the
instinctive rhythm building in my hips. At times
I would lift my ass right off the bed and push
my fingers in as deep as they would go. They
would rub against something; the G-spot or not,
I wasn't sure, but just the feeling of my finger
tips pushing against it was remarkable. I was
sweating, whimpering, squirming in my ecstasy. I
was no longer thinking about what I was doing
and just focused on doing.
I then put in a third finger, gasping at the
stretch and started fucking myself faster. I
tried a fourth, but it was just too tight and
couldn't fit. I was disheartened, but quickly
disregarded it after I went back to just the
three. My clit was pulsating so I brought my
hand back to it. I started rubbing it violently,
gritting my teeth and stifling my screams.
My pussy was starting to drip by now, my juices
dripping down my ass. My arm was getting tired
as well as my legs, my muscles working overtime
to keep my hips rocking. I was breathing heavily
and proclaiming my rapture aloud, "Oh god oh god
oh god yes please please oh oh oh oh oh oh
ohhhhh!" My entire body tensed and my pussy
squeezed, but there wasn't an explosion, I
didn't see stars, shudders didn't rake through
my body.
I did forget to breath. I didn't think. I felt a
rush; almost like my entire body just breathed a
sigh of relief. The next thing I remember was
collapsing back down on the bed and feeling my
juices flowing freely down my ass unlike they ad
before. As best I can imagine, the look on my
face was complete shock. *Was...that...what...I
think it just was?*
I was panting for air, my body weak and shaking.
I got out of bed and almost fell when I put
weight on my legs. I had to hold on to a chair
nearby to steady myself. I walked in a daze down
the hall to the bathroom. As I washed my hands I
felt a small drop of my juice drip down my leg
and I began to doubt somewhat whether or not I
had actually had an orgasm. I had learned by
then that how pleasure is described is not how
it actually feels. The words used just look good
on paper, but it was so consistent with the talk
of an orgasm
It occurred to me that I might have a slight
problem. I quietly went back to my room, turned
on the light and threw back the covers. Sure
enough, the proof of my orgasm was all over the
covers. There was nothing I could do, so I just
went to bed, hoping I could get it out the next
morning. Sadly, I couldn't. A perfectly
wonderful night ruined a perfectly good set of
linens.
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