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Family Discovery
part 1


MontBlanc

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Family Discovery part 1

(f-solo)

It really began for her when she was about 14. Cynthia had her period
and knew all about sex and all those things, but, she wasn't well,
interested in any of it. She enjoyed playing her clarinet in band,
liked hanging out with her friends, even kissed some boys. It was
nice, but it wasn't arousing. She could take the kissing or leave it,
it just didn't seem to do anything for her.

At 14 though, things began developing around her. Her breasts which
had been growing for two years, seemed to become hypersensitive, her
nipples getting hard at the slightest things, like flirting between
friends or a few minutes of a soap opera love scene. Now and again she
watched her favorite soap, Destiny. It was an afternoon diversion
which she had once or twice a week. It would also begin to make her
blood pressure rise. She started paying attention to, noticing her
crotch. She even stopped thinking of it as her crotch. It was her
pussy, a word friends had used for wimp on occasions, but one which
she liked better than cunt or snatch, words that sounded ugly to her
somehow.

And she started noticing when her parents would go to bed early,
usually on a Friday or Saturday night. She had always just thought
they were tired, old, worn out from a long work week. Now though, she
thought she heard noises now and then, a bed spring squeak, a moan, a
sigh, a wet noise.

At first she thought she might be losing it, becoming oversexed. One
morning she woke up from a dream. It wasn't overtly sexual. It was
even sort of funny, though as soon as she opened her eyes, she
couldn't remember much of it. Just that it involved going to a toy
store with friends. They were all riding bikes and scooters down the
aisles and laughing. They were all wearing costumes. It was surreal.
But what troubled her the most is that her crotch was soaked.

She had noticed her pussy, noticed how it would be damp after the
latest episode of Destiny, she even knew why, but with a Coke and a
candy bar she would forget it and move on. This, however, was
different. Her pussy was not just wet, it was needy, swollen. She
couldn't just get up and have a Coke. She was going to have to try to
do something about it. She knew about masturbation, but she didn't
need it before. She was determined to try it this morning.

She reached her right hand down between her legs and just clutched it,
her hand on her damp panties. She could smell how wet she was. It
wasn't a bad smell, but it was noticable. She continued rubbing her
hand across the outside of her pussy and it felt very good. Her middle
finger pressed gently into the parting of her lips and she could feel
how slick it was. She continued dragging that finger up and down
making her panties wetter and wetter as she stroked. It felt very
good.

Her left hand, idle before, now joined her right in sliding her
panties down off of her body, then slid up her stomach and started
caressing her sensitive breasts. Good left hand. Good right hand. She
was taking it slow, occasionally pausing as her hands explored her
body, feeling as if it was the first time she had ever touched
herself. This wasn't like taking a shower, clinical, purposeful. This
was like being blind and suddenly being able to see. Her hands found
new places, places that caused her body to respond all over. The
underside of her breasts, the insides of her thighs.

Cynthia didn't realize it, but she was steadily moaning now, as her
hands explored her body. The sheets were off, she had taken her sleep
shirt off and now she was naked on her bed, legs spread, knees bent,
her right hand sliding around the outside of her dripping pussy. She
moved her left hand down from her breasts, across her smooth young
stomach to join her right hand at her pussy.

Hey eyes were open and she looked down at herself as she continued
playing. Her body was flushed, the skin pinkish in places from the
feelings moving through her. The back of her neck was hot, damp with
perspiration. Her mind was drifting, thinking about her soap opera
friends and scenes she had seen in the past few weeks. She remembered
how Steve, the handsome doctor had kissed his nurse, Sarah and how
their clothes had come off so easily as they moved to the bedroom of
his apartment. She wondered how it felt to be kissed like that. To
feel another naked body against her own.

It didn't take long once she started rubbing her clitoris. She
caressed it gently with her thumb and index finger of her right hand.
She rubbed her wet lips with the index finger of her left hand, and
she moved both faster and faster as she became Sarah, receiving
Steve's kisses and feeling his warmth as he made love to her. Then,
just as she reached orgasm, she slid the index finger of her left hand
deep inside her and with a load groan, came.

She laid there for a while like that. She could feel her pussy
twitching and when she moved her fingers on her clit, it made her jump
like she had been tickled.

'What was that?' she asked herself, though she knew the answer.
Fourteen may be old for a first orgasm, she wasn't sure, but it had
definitely been worth the wait. She wondered if her friends did it.
She wondered if her family did it. 'Why,' she wondered 'doesn't
everybody do it, all the time?' She drifted back to sleep.


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