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It was August, hot and rainy. Lizzy lay upstairs in bed. She had the day off
of School, and had planned to visit the park or do something adventurous, but
now it was raining hard. There had even been thunder. No movie seemed
inticing enough. No book caught her interest. Finally she simply put herself
to bed.
At first she thought she might sleep, simply for the reason that she felt so
completely, ôblahö. But then a book or a movie of her own began to formulate
in her mind. She lay beneath the covers on her side. She pulled a pillow to
herself for support, but instead clung onto the pillow as if it were a another
body. Her mind went immediately back to an earlier day in her life when she
would have done the same thing.
Suddenly Lizzy felt thirteen again. She moved her chest back and
forth, dragging her nipples against the rough fabric of her pillow cover. She
got a thrilled excitement, as though she hadnÆt expected her nipples to
respond. She was enthralled, as her nipples tightened and stood pert in
response to her actions. Slowly she moved the pillow down her soft body. As
she advanced it down her belly she spread her knees apart to recieve the
pillow. As the pillow slid between her legs, it mostly brushed the thick hairs
of her pussy. So she reached down and spread the hairs apart. She didnÆt
touch her clit, but she could tell that it was hot and wet. She thought to herself
that all that wetness would get on her pillow and she might get caught and into
some sort of trouble. All of her skin went tingly as she determined to do it
anyway. The danger of being caught made her erotic play time that much
more fun. Down went the pillow. As if the pillow had somehow become
personified, it became her master. It commanded that her attention. Squeeze
it, Lizzy. Hump it, Lizzy.
She could hear the command screaming from somewhere in her soul.
Press it, Lizzy. Hump it, Lizzy. Now relax and drag it across your wet
twaut, Lizzy. Now squeeze and hump all over again.
The next thing she knew she was laying on her back, panting heavily.
The pillow was tossed aside and with one had she stroked her hot mass of
dripping twaut while she pulled and twisted at her nipples. Her mind filled with
erotica. IÆm a young, smooth-skinned, attractive virgin, she thought. Look at
this, she thought, with the cover all thrown aside; her body laying wide open,
glistening with sweat. Surely one of you boys will take this, wonÆt you? she
said, and her middle finger slipped between her pussy lips and she exploded
into orgasm. Her hand squeezed her crouch as she rithed back and forth,
exploding wetness between her thighs.
The wave passed, yet the arousal wouldnÆt leave her alone.
Surely, she said, one of you boys would want to take advantage of meùan
attractive, young virgin.
She stood up and went to the glass doors that lead to her terrace. She pressed
her entire body against the glass. It was cold. Mmmmmm. The cold felt so
good against her flesh. Her nipples rehardened. Although there was nothing
but forests behind her house, she felt she was exhibitioning herself to every
man who might desire to take her. They should take me, she thought. And
then, Oh this cold feels good.
Inspired, she ran downstairs to the freezer. She grabbed a cube of ice
and ran back up to her bed. She lay down and began rubbing the cube all
about her shoulders and breasts. Around her nipples and then straight down
to her clit. The chill zapped her entire body, but with a wave of orgasm. She
suddenly felt wild, furious with excitement.
In her mind now she was no longer thirteen. She was sixteen. She
wished to break every bond she had adhered to before. She felt that these
orgasms could only get more and more excelererated. With her cube in hand
she now got up, opened the sliding glass door and went out onto the terrace.
She steadied herself with one hand on the rail and placing one foot up she
rubbed the cube into her clit until both the cube and her clit melted into her
hand. She growled and thundered with pure sexual arousal. The hot august
rain pounding against her flesh.
Suddenly, she heard a car pull up around the front of the house. She ran
back into her room, her fantasy over, quite herself again and yet the dreamy
obsession with orgasm still held her tight in its grip. She put on a push up bra,
a pair of loose fitting nighty shorts and her robe. She watched from her upper
window to see who it was. It was me. As I knocked at the door she found
herself just staring down at me. Then it seemed I was about to leave. She
realized that she had been fondling her pussy as she watched me. HeÆs going
to leave, she panicked. She ran downstairs, flew to open the door and called
for me. I was a friend of her older brother and had secretly always been fascinated
by her.
As I returned to her porch, she bade me enter, saying that she
apologized, but she was intrigued with something upstairs. Come up, she
offered. Let me show you. And stripping off my wet things, I followed
her up the stairs. I reached the landing and there she was, at the foot of her bed,
stripped down to her under garments. She suggestively tugged at her panties. I forgot
about how young she was, how wrong it was, but I think I did everything to her that either of
us might have ever fantasized about.
It’s been years since then. We’re married now. =-)

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