~As a small note before this story starts, I'd like to say this is my first Literotica post and I'm not extremely confident in my writing yet. This story is based off of some real experiences of mine, albeit written a bit more fantastical and with some details that may not have happened the way I say, or even at all. Some of it is real, some of is not. I won't tell you which is which though.
With all that said, let's dive in.~
The sounds of my breath increasing in volume and my feet slapping against the concrete as I ran. The eyes of them attempting to pierce the night as they searched for me, and the clouds slowly drifting to reveal the full moon's light down upon me...
That was a night I'll never forget.
This story begins in a small rural area on the countryside with a small girl living a simple life. That girl...was me. I suppose that was obvious enough...
I was never much of an outgoing type, and all my life I've been...unfortunately lonely. Even in my own home, I don't have anyone else in it as I was given the place's deed years ago as a gift. A story for another time, I suppose.
You can probably guess where this is going, but as someone who was shy, I never developed a lot of lasting relationships. And certainly never anything intimate (Not that there was anybody my age around anyways). This led me to be...curious on things of that variety.
I watched porn...quite a bit.
Now, seeing as this story gets to be anonymous I can feel fine in saying this, but if you'd ask me in real life about it I'd immediately deny ever having seen it at all.
This isn't to say that I ever watched anything "hardcore" though. I was always more of a fan of the concepts and wishing they'd happen to me, rather than wishing to watch it happen to someone else.
A little known fact about me is that I have a tendency to sleepwalk at night. I never really have much issue with it as it was usually just my subconscious fulfilling my needs, such as preparing something for when I'd wake up or switching off lights I forgot to turn off.
However, there are some nights that would worry me if I didn't live alone...
You see, for some reason I'd wake up short of breath and almost sweating.
...With a slightly wet hand between my legs.
It seems my subconscious was in the belief I had 'other' needs that had to be fulfilled...
I began to care less about it happening. It was kind of like a strange, but interesting occurrence I couldn't necessarily be mad about (outside of some occasional missing hours of sleep).
I probably shouldn't have become so comfortable with it, but I figured Why not? It's not like anybody would ever see me.
But that...might have been the first true stepping stone to where I'd eventually end up.
Not long after I began feeling comfortable with it, I had noticed my hands were becoming more...aggressive for lack of a better term. I'd begin to wake up with my pajamas displaced as I'd sometimes wake up with one hand deep between my legs as the other cupped one of my exposed breasts.
It felt...good when I woke up like this. My face was always red as a tomato and my breath was short when it'd happen, but I was beginning to like it. Another fun surprise I thought. It almost made me feel like I was one of the many girls in the things I watched.
I don't know why I didn't see where this was going, but because I liked the escalation I let things progress further and further each night. 'There's no harm in it' I thought. "Nobody can see me' I told myself.
My hands became more and more adventurous as the nights went on. I'd wake up with less and less clothing, and they'd end up farther away from my sleeping self each time...
For the life of me, I wish I could tell you what happened to the pajamas I had at the beginning of this story...
I woke up one night without a clue as to where they went. I searched high and low for them to no avail. And...sure enough, it seemed to happen every time I'd sleep in different clothes.
I didn't own many outfits to begin with, so the sudden disappearance of even just a few hurt my options severely.
It was almost as though my subconscious was trying to tell me something...
It didn't seem worth it to buy new ones if I was just going to possibly dispose of them again, not to mention that I was barely making ends meet as is. So I opted to do the only thing that made sense to me at the time.
I'd sleep naked from then on.
At that point the events were practically a consistent nightly thing, so it just made more sense to just let my hands do their thing, then finish it off when I woke up from it.
I never even bothered doing something about it before I'd sleep because I liked the consistency that came without doing it.
It felt intense. I liked it.
So every night became the same. I did it over and over again. The situation was just...a part of my life. And again, I didn't mind because 'nobody can see me'.
But...that's when I realized something. The biggest difference between me and people I'd watch online is...
'I, and many others, can see them.'
The thought shuddered through my body. I'd always wanted a partner ever since I realized I could feel this way, but that was never going to happen. I couldn't have intimacy with someone because I didn't have the courage. I didn't have the personality appeal.
'That means nobody could ever see me...
...right?'
And with that, I shook the thought out of my head and went back to sleep.
To my surprise, I woke up the next morning. Nothing happened the night before.
'That's new. I never thought I'd sleep through the whole night without a hitch.' I thought.
I had chalked it up to the nights finally becoming a tired concept and that I was done with an interesting phase of my life I'd never tell anyone about.
I got dressed and went about my day as I normally would. Everything was just...okay. I thought my day to day life wouldn't ever get to me. But it seemed even that was becoming dull...
However, it seemed not all would be the same for long. Apparently the old couple next door was moving away.
It seemed they wanted to live closer to their grandkids and gladly sold their house to do it. I guess the love of others was stronger than the material things they had.
