Annabelle is so excited. She's about to spend to spend a week away from her parents at a week's church young peoples tor the first time. She's busy packing her clothes: jeans, tops, pretty dresses blushing as she packs her brightly patterned bikini. She also packs enough panties for every day and one spare just in case of emergencies. They're simple white cotton, like Annabelle's mother says good girls wear.
But making sure her mother doesn't see, Annabelle also packs the panties she's borrowed from her big sister's drawer, the panties her sister wears just for her boyfriends. They're black lace, so sheer the bush of dark hair between Annabelle's legs shows through at the front, and from behind the thin gusset at the back makes Annabelle's bottom look like she's wearing no panties at all. Annabelle smiles mischievously to herself as she closes her case down, ready to take to the bus.
It's night time and back at home Annabelle's parents are fretful.
"I hope she can sleep in that dormitory full of other girls," says Annabelle's mother.
"She'll be fine," replies Annabelle's father, barely bothering to look up from his newspaper.
But sleep is the last thing on Annabelle's mind. Laying in her bed in the darkness of the dormitory Annabelle lifts her nightdress up above her breasts. They're big enough to bounce and swing as she moves. She's heard her father say she's a big girl for her age. Annabelle's nipples are up like little corks and they're so deliciously taut and sensitive to her fingers from how she's been playing with them in bed in the dark.
Annabelle's hand slides down her slim smooth tummy, across her navel and through the bush of soft hair between her thighs. Annabelle's proud of the hair between her legs. It's as dark as her shoulder-length hair and shows up well against her light skin. When she undressed for bed she made sure the other girls in the dormitory saw she had hair between her legs so they knew that Annabelle's a big girl too.
Trying not to rustle the bed clothes Annabelle spreads her legs as wide as she can get them. Now her fingers are gently stroking the lips of her vagina, methodically, rhythmically, up and down, reaching right under her between her spread legs. She's doing that lovely thing she does most nights in bed. She knows its naughty, but its so nice. Annabelle's vagina lips are swollen and wet with smooth lubricating juice. As her pleasure rises Annabelle bites her lips so she doesn't cry out.
Annabelle's thoughts are full of the things the girls were talking about before bedtime. They're all just Annabelle's age, nineteen or just a little bit older, but they know so much about boys and sex. The dirty things Lucy says she does with her boyfriend. How Janet let her big brother see her with no clothes on and what it felt like when he touched her between her legs. The pictures the girls showed her on their phones of naked boys with their 'things' sticking out.
Annabelle can't get the video Susan showed on her phone out of her mind. It showed how her boy friend pleasures himself. He was kneeling naked with his legs spread wide, his huge 'thing' sticking out in front of him, tugging and stroking it with his hand round it so hard Annabelle thought it must hurt. Then how his hand suddenly went frantic, he rammed his hips forward, then all that creamy white stuff shot out so far. The girls called it 'wanking.' Using her thumb and finger round a toothpaste tube Susan showed the girls how she 'does it' for a boy. She says boys like it almost as much as full sex, and you can't get pregnant.
Annabelle's never seen a naked boy, or seen what a boy's got between his legs. Their 'things' looked so big, bending up nearly vertical with big round heads, and so hairy. She's a good girl and can't even bring herself to use the words the girls were using, like 'cock', 'prick', 'dick' and 'wanking'.
But most of all Annabelle's thinking of Richard, one of the boys from her church. He's nearly twenty, so good looking, and Annabelle knows he's got his eye on her. In the evening meeting Annabelle had been sitting opposite Richard. She'd spread her legs just wide enough to let Richard see up her pretty dress, like naughty girls do, but trying to make it look accidental. Richard's eyes had gone down and Annabelle knew he could see her knickers!
As she plays with herself, in her mind its Richard's lips, tongue and hands on her breasts, on her legs and down between her legs. Annabelle wonders if Richard's 'thing' is as big and hairy as Susan's boyfriend's, if Richard plays with it, and what it would be like to 'do it' for him. The pleasure starts to swell between Annabelle's spread legs. Her fingers move to the little hard peak inside her vagina, near the top. Her fingers circle it and cross-cross it.
The pleasure suddenly rises! An exquisite explosion bursts between her legs, swells and ripples through her whole body. Annabelle's back arches as she involuntarily thrusts her hips, as if against Richard on top of her. The bedclothes rustle as her body shudders and she kicks her legs in the pulses of exquisite pleasure. Even though she's biting her lips to suppress her pleasure cry Annabelle lets out a whimper.
Annabelle flops back on her bed, breathing hard, with her hand cupped over the juice-sodden hairy mound between her legs. As the lovely afterglow throbs on and on she longs for Richard's hand between her legs. In the darkness she hears a whisper from the bed next to hers.
"Was it good one Annabelle? Were you thinking of Richard?"
Annabelle feels her face go red. She says nothing, and pretends she's asleep.
"Its such a lovely place," says Annabelle's mother. "Look, she's sent us some pictures on her phone."
Annabelle's mother shows her husband the pictures their daughter has sent, of a big old house surrounded by flower filled gardens.
"And the weather's so hot and sunny," Annabelle's mother continues. "She's been so lucky. Look, there's a pool. She's with Susan and Wendy."
A picture from Annabelle shows a big outdoor pool with girls in swimsuits and bikinis around it. Annabelle's father puts his glasses on for a better look.
The hot sun feels lovely on Annabelle's bare shoulders and the tiles are hot under her bare feet as she strolls along the poolside. She's in her bikini. On their last family beach holiday Annabelle's mother said her bikini was much too revealing, but it was obvious her father really liked it.
