This story has been already published somewhere else, I thought I'd have the literotica community enjoy it as well. There's a second part in the pipes slowly building up there, but as soon as it's finished I'll post it here too. As usual all comments are welcome and most importantly, enjoy!
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I know, I know, I know.
You normally don't start a secret diary at eighteen, but what can I say, I carry a secret and I can't talk about it to anyone... So I have to write this diary. On my desk there's the diary of Anne Frank, another teenager who wrote a diary and therefore I think I'll call you Anne. That way I'll have the impression of talking to someone.
So... Anne... Nice to meet you, my name is Sandra, I live in a medium sized suburban house with my parents Tom and June Nix in the outskirts of a big city. Which one, you ask? Does it really matter? We have a dog and a cat too. Well the cat died a couple of days ago... I'm kind of responsible for that... I'll have to tell you about it later. We have a garden in the backyard and a couple of cars. I go to George Washington High School, it's three blocks down the road. I'm not the most brilliant student of all but I have a huge excuse I have sleeping problem... But we'll come back to that later. My two best friends are Helen and Lila, Helen is a good student and Lila has her character but I love them both very much. I used to have a boyfriend but I think he kind of got bored of having me falling asleep all the time.
Oh yes... And I'm a vampire...
1.
Let's begin by telling you how it all started
Well Anne, that's actually quite a mystery. I have strong suspicions about last Halloween but I have no way of being sure.
Let me tell you about it. I was born on October 31st so Halloween has always a big party for me. I usually have a big dinner with my family and then I would go out trick or treating with my friends. The last few years the trick or treat part has been an excuse to go out unsupervised. Well last Halloween, as I turned eighteen, I had the regular dinner with my parents and then I went out with Helen, Lila and a couple more friends from school. We went to this big party with lots of people coming from all the schools of the region, there were also some guys from the university.
As it was my big birthday I started drinking as soon as we got there. I was pretty drunk when this guy, Matt, I think his name was, came to me. He was really nice. He said he went to the university. So we started to talk, he was really interesting. Problem is after that I've got a big blank. Not a clue what happened after ten.
Helen told me later that I disappeared for a while, a couple of hours or so, and that when I came back I looked extremely pale and I had some blood on my clothes. Lila and her drove me home, sneaked me into my room and left me there.
Next thing I remember is waking up the next morning with the worst hangover of my whole life. Dry mouth, sizzling headache, thirsty as hell and damn horny. The sight of the day light was absolutely unbearable. So I stayed in bed for the whole day. It was Sunday so my parents assumed that I had a bit too much fun and decided to let me sleep through it before grounding me for a month...
It was six or seven PM when I finally convinced myself to get up. I stumbled to the family bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the hot water only, I felt so cold. After a while I got out and looked at me in the mirror. That's when I saw the bruises. Now I know perfectly well what they are but at the time they looked quite strange. Deep purple bruises the size of quarter separated by a couple of inches. I had two on the neck, two on the thigh and I nearly missed the last two because they were hidden by my pubic hair. I touched them and was immediately ravaged by a terrible orgasm.
Anne, I hope you're not prude because I will tell you a lot of things like that.
Anyway... What was I telling you? Ah yes... The bruises... Well ... It felt so good that I lost track of time touching them until my mother brought me out of it knocking frantically on the door. I wrapped myself in a towel and found refuge in my bedroom.
2.
As I was telling you, my dear Anne, I wasn't able to sleep, at all. I kept staring at the ceiling for the whole night. I still felt terribly thirsty and horny but sleep refused to come; I actually started to feel sleepy the next morning when the sun started to rise. Now I know why but at that point I only thought that it was because I had slept the whole Sunday.
My mother dragged me out of bed because it was Monday morning and because I had to go to school. I felt so tired, it was terrible and the sunlight was so hurtful but you know how parental authority is so I crawled out of bed, had a quick shower, got dressed and walked down for breakfast.
There I was told about my punishment. That was one hell of a way of starting one hell of a week. I went to school. I managed to keep composure until the precise moment our first teacher started to talk and then I feel asleep on my desk. Around ten another teacher sent me to the principal's office but as soon as I got there and sat to wait for him to receive me I felt asleep again. They tried to wake me up but it didn't work so they carried me to the infirmary where I spent the rest of the morning sleeping.
Around four Lila woke me up. She was genuinely preoccupied but I managed to partially wake up and walked out of school with her. The nurse tried to stop me, telling me that I needed to see a doctor but after a while she let me go.
I didn't feel like going home right away as I knew that my parents would prevent me to get out again so we went to a park and we sat on a bench as the sun was setting. As soon as it disappeared behind the trees, I found myself overwhelmed by an incredible energy. I felt so great that I started dancing around.
At first Lila laughed at me. But soon, probably because my happiness was contagious she started dancing with me. After a long time we fell into the grass below the trees into each other's arms.
She stared at me. I stared at her. It was strange, her hands around my neck, my hands around her hips. I felt the urge to kiss her. I tried to resist but then she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Incapable of reason I dived in. Her lips were warm and wet, she tasted deliciously fresh. For a long moment we stayed there, laying on the ground.
My mobile brought me out of it. I look at the time, it was late, and then at the caller, my dad. I was in pretty big trouble. I turned to Lila who was still on the grass lost in her thoughts, in our kiss.
I felt terribly embarrassed.
"I have to go, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
And I ran away towards home and an extra month of grounding.
3.
So I ran home and my father was waiting for me on the porch. My father is usually a really nice and comprehensive guy, but that night he was simply furious. The atmosphere during the dinner was extremely tense. Nobody talked. Despite the fact that I hadn't eaten in nearly forty eight hours, I nearly touched my plate. I went straight to bed but once again I was unable to sleep.
Staring again at the ceiling I started thinking about the kiss. It was odd, I had never been attracted to girls. My parents are liberals and they've would have accepted me even if I had been gay. I had always known that. But I had always been into boys. I discarded it as an experiment.
But I couldn't shake the memory of the warmth of Helen's tongue against mine. Absent mindedly I started teasing the bruises and once again I felt submerged by an incredible sensation of bliss. Wrapping my legs around my pillow I started rocking my hips, brushing the fabric against my pussy but also against the four bruises, the two on my thigh and the two inside my bush.
Orgasm after orgasm I left myself drift away in a sea of pleasure ...
- Nice metaphor, Sandra...
