God's Honest Truth

It's time that I went back to where it all began. I'm still the same person, just more accomplished and discerning. 

I grew up in a crowded house. I was the youngest of 4 children living in a 4 bedroom house. My mother raised us by herself and I shared a bedroom with her for a couple of years and thought nothing of it, but when I started to get closer to being a teenager, I wanted my own room.   That was about the time my brother went off to boarding school. I was so excited to have my own room when he left. Sure I missed him and loved havinf him around.  He was sort of my protector.  But I also loved having my own bedroom.   That was also the time when our sister, who is still the coolest girl in the world to me, started to explore her own sexual insincts. One day when we were alone, she asked me to get naked in the living room. I was  confused, but also had a sense of being excited at showing my body to her in a place where other people could see us if they came in.  I asked her why she wanted to do this and she said it was for her biology class.  Obviously. So there I am on all fours naked letting here explore me from behind in the living room.  I was too young to get wet or know what an orgasm was, but I was excited.  I still wonder what she thought and did afterwards.  Soon after I started to get urges that I couldn't explain. I would walk  to church, which was only a block from home, and not wear panties, scared that my mom would find out the whole time. I started squirming in my seat during church when I got bored and it felt good. on really daring Sundays, I might spread my legs so I could feel the cool air spill into my skirt. It was only a year later, though it seemed like forever, that I started developing. My mom helped me with the practical things like soreness, hygiene, and avoiding showing my "sensitive areas" to boys, but there was so much I didn't know and even my sister wouldn't really help. She talked about how hot boys were, but I didn't really get it. What I did know was there was something delicious happening to me and I wanted to share it. In my young mind, opening the curtains on my second floor window was letting the world into my room. One Sunday, I rushed home from church. I don't even remember why, but I flew up the stairs to my room and got myself completely naked, then opened up the curtains. I could see the people at church still chatting along the sidewalks and in the parking lot, certain that any of them could see me, too. That was when I had an epiphany. I could share my first try at having sex with the world! I put my mind to work trying to think of what that meant.  I piled pillows and bedspreads into the middle of my bed and thought if I rubbed myself on them, it might be like having a boy under me. But I couldn't let him in me, so I just rubbed my little delicate flower around trying to see what felt best. And it was glorious! I writhed and panted and gasped. I was home before everyone else so there was no one to hear and I let go completely. I watched the people at church through my window and brought my tender young body to a shuddering orgasm on my first try ever! Wet now just thinking of it again. And I realized at the moment, all those years ago, that my wetness was a thing to deal with. Sheets, pillows, bedspreads all bearing the signs of my first attempt, wet and funny smelling... Yum!