This is the story of how I lost my virginity becoming a wild shameless slut. I became a sex addict as my friend called me, an addictive vamp. I don't care what he called me. I was receiving the benefits of his lovely cock. I just turned twenty two years old. Sex, was never a priority to me. I tried to master my school studies. I was working towards a future so, I never thought about sex. I know I was a naïve woman. I never got jokes about, choking the chicken, licking the clam, fur burgers, or flicking the bean. I never understood about getting off, getting it up, or getting it on. I was in the dark about most things sexually.
Then one day, I returned from an exhausting two mile run. While taking a shower something unusual happened to me. I became aware of new feelings in my body. I at first thought it was merely due to exhaustion. Yet, the new showerhead was to blame for everything.
The showerhead slipped from my hand which was soapy. I caught the showerhead between my knees with the showerhead on pulse setting it aimed right at my crotch area. It was like an immediate relaxing feeling took over my entire being. I just sat down in the tub of the shower allowing the pulsing feeling to relieve me of all my stress. Every muscle seemed to relax, my body went to a place it had never been, and my mind drifted to a place I had been craving for all of my life.
I don't know what took over me? I lay there in that position for several minutes, the pulsing sensation weakening my every sense and bringing to life in me every single nerve ending. I thought my body was dead because other girls had told me about their episodes with their male counterparts and feelings of heat, desire, and lust. I knew I was in a place I had been told about but had never truly experienced for myself. I believed, I wasn't normal or couldn't have such feelings. Yet I was experiencing for myself delicious feelings from a showerhead.
My eyes were closed, my mouth was dry, my breathing shallow yet paced, my nipples were harder than raisins, and my body so relaxed that I felt sleepy. Suddenly, as if by some magic I grabbed the showerhead placing it up against my labia and a shockwave jolted through my entire body causing me to cry out. My very first orgasm it was a grand feeling. Every muscle seemed to tense up as I cried out a guttural noise from deep inside me. A hot feeling took over my being. Wonderful, fantastic, showerhead, it was magical. My body was on fire. I never wanted it to stop as I would continue with the pulsing sensation between my thighs and grunting for more release. I became embarrassed as I once more achieved orgasm.
I managed to stand up on wobbly legs after my shower. Drying off carefully with my towel I felt every touch from my terrycloth towel across my nipples or between my legs. I never felt like this before with my body being so hypersensitive. The pressure felt sweet and tingling rushing to my inner thighs. I pressed my thighs together tightly but that made the heat and tingle worst. I took my hand tried holding my pussy in my hand but felt the pressure building once more.
I finished toweling off the fire was almost unbearable between my thighs. I went into my bedroom. I began stroking in tight circles over my labia finding the pleasure zone of my pressure. I began hitting that spot with quick successive up and down motions as I whimpered like a dog in heat. I was a shameless wild slut needing a man. I was moving my hand faster and faster. I had both my legs wide open, on my bed, leaning back on my pillows, my head thrown back, mouth slightly open whimpering , and my eyes half closed, seeking the orgasm I needed so badly.
I tried to imagine men touching me or on top of me as I continued rubbing faster and faster until accidently a finger slipped inside my sweet labia. I felt instant wetness. Oh my, I felt that fire. The heat was crazy feeling. I felt my body shake, spasm, and quake. A flood of wetness came out of me all at once. I was flushed, scared, and weird feeling, not knowing what was happening to me? I decided to talk with my Mom about it quietly.
I remember exactly what my mother explained. It was simple she said, "Now dear, I am advising you that nothing is wrong with you sweetheart. Sex is such a beautiful, natural thing never be afraid of it but embrace it. I do not want you to fear it nor be ashamed of enjoying it ever. Remember dear, no matter what other people say it is not dirty or shameful."
I was shocked at my mother's nonchalant attitude but she helped me to relax embracing my new found womanhood. I asked her about the mess I had made which she giggled saying, "Oh, I bet it felt delicious and exciting to have your first orgasm. I remember mine. I thought I urinated on my pillow which was between my legs. Well, my mother, your grandmother, was a hoot because she made a huge production when I was scared about it. Hell, she poured me a glass of wine telling me to enjoy and embrace every feeling because women are often given names when they enjoy sex. Your Grandmother said become the best names you can be for yourself too. Never be afraid of your sexuality she would say."
I was shocked asking, "Grandmother as well?"
My mother kissed my forehead then said, "Yeah and her mother passed down the free wild ass gene. It runs in our DNA you know." Mother's eyes lit up remembering back saying, "I truly didn't need any encouragement before I met your Father settling down I experimented, a whole bunch baby. Anyways, I will leave that for another time."
The day after these events, a guy friend, named James, came over to my apartment. Now James wasn't very handsome, tall, or what most women dream of as their first or as prince charming. He was like a semi-sweet chocolate. Not what you would expect as far as, a chocolate however, he hit the spot at the time for the craving. I know it sounds mean or cruel but most women would agree with me about this analogy. Sometimes, the best most satisfying chocolate is that semi-sweet one after a dinner meal.
James had tousled dark brown hair, a nose slightly bigger than I would have liked, ears which were small, and a pretty mouth for a man, kissable. James had freckles lightly sprinkled about both cheeks which made him softer, a cuter boyish feature. He also had long eye lashes with soft brown eyes. James and I worked together at a Pizza Joint on campus. He was hanging out with both me and Melody my girlfriend at our apartment from time to time.
My name is Emily Thomas. I have long black hair, blue eyes, with a really bouncy figure in that I am about one hundred forty five pounds on a five foot four frame. I have smaller breasts which make me self-conscious with a thirty-two b-cup size on my larger sized frame. I have pouty lips but my nicest feature I would say is my well rounded ass, going down to my legs which are kind of long and muscular.
I was cleaning up around the apartment with the nervous sexual energy and tension I had released from the night before. James knocked on my door with his usual nonchalant attitude and a six-pack of beer held under one arm. He smiled at me asking, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something."
I opened the door wide, "Yeah, the or something sounds perfect."
