July 6

July 6th had started the same as most weekdays during the summer. I woke up with the house to myself. Being in the sweet spot between high school and college, my summer left me with nothing but time. Yes, I was working a part time job as a lifeguard at our local pool but even that left me with plenty of free time. For the first time in my 18 years, I finally felt like I had some freedom in my life. 

The biggest difference between this day and most other days was the warm tingly feeling I woke up with between my legs. Of course I had felt this feeling before. But I was a “good church girl”   These feelings were wrong, acting upon them would be even more wrong. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. 

I was born and raised in a pretty small town in the middle of nowhere.  Both my parents raised me in a strict household. Sex was something never talked about. I had been taught the very basics of how babies are made and that was if. Other than that, I had always been taught that sex was strictly reserved for a married man and women, and anything other than that was wrong. 

Mind over matter had worked the night before. I was able to force my mind to think different thoughts and to fall asleep. But no chance I’d be falling back asleep now. And the feeling was strong. Ugh. Maybe if I distract myself with other things, this feeling would go away. Or at least that’s what I tried to tell myself. But nothing worked. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse. I could feel a dampness forming in my panties. I felt gross. 

Was this amount of wetness even normal? I definitely had not been this wet before. Somehow as gross as I felt, I felt equally excited. This was all so confusing to me. Maybe I should take a look and make sure everything is okay, I told myself. After all, I’d not really had this happen to this degree and I should make sure I’m okay. What if it was blood or something was wrong with me?

Okay. One quick look. I reasoned with myself. I pulled the pink blanket off my body and looked down at my sweat pants. They were dry. At least, whatever was going on wasn’t even to soak through those. I grabbed the grey sweatpants by the waistband, lifted my butt, and wiggled them down to my knees. Ugh, on the front of my white and pink striped panties was a wet spot. A small wet spot had formed right on the upward mound of my private parts. These panties now felt gross. I had to take them off. 

I once again, lifed my butt and wiggled the panties down to the knees, where they joined my sweatpants. Of course, my gentials had always been there but for the first time in a long time, I found myself fascinated by them. The puffy outside lips pushed together, forming a perfectly symmetrical slit down the middle. The slit itself was a pretty shade of pink, slightly opening up to reveal a bright pink opening down the middle. On the top, a small bump could be seen poking through the slit to say hello! And a slight brushing of red hair covered the very top. For the first time, I didn’t feel gross when looking down at it. I felt fascinating. 

I knew I wanted to touch it. In my head, it was still wrong. But I’ve come this far. And I’ve never felt this tingly feeling so strong before. Maybe just a bit of touching wouldn’t hurt, as long as I don’t go all the way. That was the deal I had made with myself. With my right hand, I reached down and immediately found the wetness. Wow. It was a lot wetter than even I had imagined. I began to explore myself with my finger. I felt the outside lips, which felt soft and puffy. I felt the inner slit, which was slippery and warm. I even felt around the opening to my vagina, which felt tight yet warm and inviting. I felt I was learning more about my body in these few minutes then I had learned in my entire life. I kept feeling around until finally, I reached the top. 

I immediately felt a rush of good feelings when I touched the top. Every time I touched it, I felt an amazing tingle throughout my body. I had to rub it more. Quickly, my finger was able to find a rythum that was perfect. Small circles on it kept the feeling strong. I knew I’d have to stop soon if I didn’t want to go all the way. But for the first time in my life, I did want to go all the way. There was no way I was stopping. At this moment in my life, nothing else matter. I knew something was coming. I didn’t know what. All I knew was the feeling was getting stronger and stronger and building up to something. Oh no, it felt like I had to pee. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop now. And just like that, the flood doors opened. A wave of pleasure like no other rushed over my entire body. I could feel my heart racing through my chest as my slit pulsated with every deep breath I took. Oh my god. That was amazing. 

I laid in my bed completely bottomless for several minutes processing what has just happened. Although I still did not know everything there was to know, I knew what I’d be doing again later.