I feel it only polite to introduce myself. I am 27, my name is Rebecca May Walker. Who names their kid 'May' anymore? However, I don't mind, not one little bit. I was named May after my great, great-grandma who came across the plains on a Conestoga wagon. I heard she was a tough as nails, like me. She got married at 14, bore eight children and helped build their 3 room house. She would give birth in the morning and be out in the fields planting that afternoon. Like I said, tough. So, May, suits me.
I'm a nurse now, working twelve-hour shifts and standing on my feet all day. When I start to feel sorry for myself, I think of grandma May, and know my life isn't so bad. I have never married, but that's okay. My life is full just the way it is.
I should probably mention that I live in Phoenix, Arizona. I know, I know, it's hot. But hey, I don't have to scoop it, thank god. When you live here long enough, you will come to appreciate that we really have 3 seasons. Tolerable, Hot, and DAMN HOT! Hot is when the temperature is 100 degrees at 6 a.m. and you shower 4 times a day. DAMN HOT is where you throw your eggs in the swimming pool to hard boil them. Don't even mention to me a about a dry heat. My OVEN is a dry heat, but it cooks my turkey just the same, which is about the only time I have the guts to turn it on.
But like I said, no scooping of snow. My parents took me to a museum when I was small, of extinct things. I saw a snow shovel, and as I recall, there was a pair of mittens and something they called 'snow boots' as well. The thing I remember most, however, was a machine my dad called a riding lawnmower. I had never seen a lawn before so my dad had to explain it to me. It is when you leave your home, you see this green stuff, growing like magic, right out of the ground, on purpose!
We don't have them here in Phoenix. Our yards are dirt, weeds, gravel and various small shrubs and species of cacti. Some, even spray paint their gravel a green color, to look like a lawn, from a distance. Dad related that when they tried a riding lawnmower here for the first time, the neighbors all had to come over to watch how this new-fangled invention worked. They turned the mower on, peoples faces were peppered with gravel, with bits and pieces of cactus flung at them at 150 miles-an-hour. The result? It wasn't pretty. Hospitalized. Lives were lost. So they donated the contraption to the museum of extinct things.
Introductions out of the way, my story begins in August, back when I was 18. I was still living at home, was a freshman in college, making preparations to become a nurse. I had thought briefly about becoming a marine biologist, but with the nearest ocean about a million miles away, I figured, fat chance. It's like, how many dolphins swim in the desert, right? So, I settled on becoming a nurse.
It's already been established that it is warm here. My folks both have great jobs so we lived in a four bedroom home with a pool out back. Naturally, all of our parties were around, or in the pool usually both. However, in this heat, I have always, always hated wearing any more clothes than is absolutely, positively necessary.
I know myself pretty well. I am no beauty. Some would even say I'm plain. I am smart enough to know what guys go for. They prefer blue-eyed blondes, over-sized chests and legs that go on forever. I, am none of the above. I am five foot 5 inches, 130 pounds and have red hair and tons of freckles with brown eyes. For lords sake, I even have freckles on my boobs! Which, by the way, are only average. To be honest, they are only 36B. See? Average. That translates to not many dates in high school.
I also have a wee bit of a secret. I love to swim in our pool, naked. My mom and dad had their bedroom and bath on one side of the house. I had my own bedroom and bath on the other side of the house, nearest the pool. We weren't nudists as such, but close. Even with air-conditioning, Dad ran around the house in his boxers. Mom and I wore see-through teddies with matching sheer panties. Yes, you could see everything, without using any imagination, but no one seemed to mind. The whole time I was growing up, Dad could see our tits anytime we were home. I saw a bulge from time to time in dad's boxers, but thought nothing of it at the time. It was like that since my birth.
After midnight, I would slip out of doors and swim by myself, wearing only a smile and nothing more. Our pool was heated by the sun. The temperature of the water was heavenly and I loved the way it felt on my breasts. And when the water swirled around my well-trimmed pussy, I felt like staying in the pool forever. My mother went natural down there, but some of my classmates were discussing the subject one day, and I decided to try shaving my vagina. After a few tries, I got the hang of it. I started shaving daily and used lots of lotion which kept the red bumps and the itching at bay.
Technically, I was still a virgin. Yes, an 18 year old, college virgin. I say technically because the few close girl friends I had in college could talk to each other about anything and everything. No subject was taboo. While we were discussing losing one's virginity, they said depending on the girl, it could hurt a little, or a lot. When I volunteered I had never been with a guy in that way, they asked, "How do you take care of your natural urges?"
"I don't," I replied.
"Never?" they asked with wide eyes.
"Never!" I replied.
"You're telling us that nothing has ever been 'inside' you, not even your own fingers?"
"No, hasn't happened yet," I honestly replied.
