Chapter 1
It wasn't that I'd led a sheltered life. It was just that I wasn't really aware of sex or anything that turned me on until I was in my final months of school. Maybe it was the summer that year just after I'd turned 18 that got something going in my body . . . and in my head.
My slightly older sister Rebecca or "Bec" or even, when I want something badly, "Becca" who is a year and 7 months older, had the same sort of experience although she was into boys before I even noticed that they existed I think!
My first orgasm wasn't that long ago and it is still so vivid that I can describe how it was achieved, how it surprised me and how I was hooked for life to this extraordinary sensation . . . perhaps that's where the word "sensational" comes from!
It was such a life changing experience that I marked it in my diary with a big tick and the number 1 next to it. The very next day was another tick and the number 2! Now there are 1,253 ticks marked in my diaries.
But back to tick number 1. I really didn't know what it was. I had never heard the word "Orgasm" or any other euphemism for it! Unlike, probably many, other girls, I didn't start exploring until very recently, but found it immediately pleasurable, particularly in bed at night as I settled down to sleep. I enjoyed the feelings and how it made me sleepy after a little pleasuring with my fingers. That night of the first tick was a very warm summer Saturday night and I had dressed in a short little summer nightie and hadn't bothered with any panties. I had showered and Mum had put fresh sheets on my bed. I went to bed looking forward to going to the beach the next day and I remember stretching as I lay under just a crisp sheet which felt good on my legs and my tummy as my nightie had ridden up when I slipped into bed. I squirmed about a bit and ran my hands up my tummy, pushing my nightie up so I could feel my growing breasts. I loved to check them and had a way of measuring them with my hands. They were getting bigger and I loved the feeling of them . . . still do. They were new and exciting and vaguely I knew that I was becoming a woman because of them.
My nipples were very exciting and the feeling of them getting hard as I pinched and flicked them was the sort of delight that made me sigh and feel that my life was good and that the future was exciting. Playing with my nipples as they got hard had another effect on me. I got this feeling in my tummy and in my girl bits. I couldn't resist touching myself down there. Even at this early stage I had developed a ritual. With both hands I reached down the inside of my thighs and stroked the soft skin back up to the crease where my tummy starts. This stroking caused my knees to fall apart and as I continued they moved further apart and my pelvis rolled back.
My hands then began to roam my tummy, occasionally grazing over my breasts and nipples that seemed even harder and bigger. It was delicious and languid. Back down to my lower tummy and through the sparse pubic hair that I was starting to grow. There were little blond curls starting to appear at this stage and I was very proud of them, checking them in the mirror after I'd showered. Even then, I knew I liked to be naked, to feel the air on my skin. It did something to me inside and made me happy.
I'd still not touched my girl bits but I could feel a change, like a swelling in my lips and with my knees gradually moving apart, I could tell that I was moist down there . . . and warm. My hands went to that area where my legs joined across to my "front bottom" as I called it then. My fingers shaped around the lips, touching underneath and feeling the soft skin that went down to my "back bottom", words that I had learned from my Mother.
I was breathing quickly now and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I knew where I wanted my fingers to go. Slowly I allowed my fingers to creep into my folds, finding the slick wetness and heat intoxicating to my senses. I used all my fingers, one hand for each side of my labia, working from the bottom up toward the spot I had found on previous explorations. I was almost afraid to go there. Something told me this was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing this. But I had always been rebellious, doing things I shouldn't do. So, I pressed on, feeling the excitement build, the butterflies in my tummy and the ecstasy in my brain.
With my right index finger I traced the depths of the centre of my little slit and felt the indentation that I'd explored before and then on upward to that little nub that craved my attention and the small flap that hid this spot most of the time. It was delicious and before I knew it, I was retracing my finger along this path. My left hand had somehow slid up to my breasts and was playing with my now rock hard nipples in turn without me even thinking to do this.
My knees were now spread as wide as I could get them and my feet were levitating. I kicked the sheet off and pulled my nightie up till it was around my neck. That was uncomfortable so quick as a flash I pulled it over my head. Naked now I ran my hands back down my body, the cool night air feeling so good on my burning skin. I almost panicked at the loss of my stroking and nipple play and quickly resumed as my knees came up higher and wider, opening myself to my ministrations.
Suddenly I was aware of a sound I was making in my throat and was startled when my Mum called through the door: "Ellen, Ellen, are you alright dear?"
In World Record time I pulled the sheet back up and feigning sleepiness I replied: "Ohh, yes Mum, I was dreaming . . ."
"Go back to sleep Sweetheart, big day tomorrow . . ."
No sooner had Mum's footsteps receded than I was uncovered again and my fingers were back to their mischief. Grabbing my nightie, I stuffed it into my mouth to stifle the sounds that I couldn't help make.
In the past I had sort of reached a plateau of excitement and was satisfied with the feeling I made for myself. But that hot summer night was different. I knew that there was more to this. Sensing an ending, I couldn't stop!
This state I was in was building in a way I had never experienced before. My heart was pounding, I was breathing hard, my body was so hot I was sweating all over. My vagina was swollen and so wet with my slippery secretion. My left hand was pumping my fingers into my hole and my right hand was a blur as my fingers flew on my little nub at the top of my slit.
Then something started to happen. My whole body went rigid and I think only the back of my head and my heels were touching the bed. This incredible feeling burst in me, particularly in my vagina, way up inside. I screamed into my nightie.
What had I done? Had I broken something? Had I killed myself with this intense pleasure? I remember being frightened at what I had done. But what had I done?
As I slumped down onto my bed, a strange languidness and calm came over me. My tired fingers slipped away from their frantic work and with an effort I pulled my sheet up over me. I remember a sense of peace and contentment. I was happy and I smiled to myself. So good. Something this wonderful can't be bad I reasoned.
Chapter 2
The beach was wonderful. It was a scorcher of a day and the sea was so inviting, cool and calm with just that beautiful swell that lifts you up so you can see the beach and then lets you down into a secret hollow where you can be alone. My family stayed sheltering under their beach umbrella and I just lased in the cool sea and recalled last night. Just the thought of my secret discovery brought that warm feeling back in my tummy and made me feel good . . . and somehow different to how I felt yesterday. Something had changed.
I swam about all on my own and suddenly got the idea that I wanted to be naked. Carefully I undid my bikini top, took it off and wrapped it around my wrist. Then I slipped my bottoms off and held onto them tightly. I was swimming at a crowded beach . . . naked! What a feeling! I swam around and even floated on my back with my very erect nipples and the tops of my breasts popping out of the water. I opened my legs wide, reached down and opened my lips to feel the cool water enter my folds. It was so exciting and dangerous so close to other swimmers. I was suddenly afraid . . . what if I lost my bikini?
But, I was reluctant to put it back on. Suddenly there was a man swimming out towards me. He was close and I wondered if he had seen me. Desperately I put my bikini bottoms back on, ending up totally underwater as I did this. Half way up my legs I realised that they were back-to-front and had to start again!
When I surfaced the swimmer was only feet from me, swimming with a strong freestyle, head in the water and breathing to my side. He suddenly stopped, and treading water, looked at me and smiled, holding my gaze for a couple of seconds, smiled again and said: "Nice!" Then swam on. What, the sea? Me? My breasts? He'd seen my naked breasts! Maybe even seen me struggling to put my bottoms back on. I ducked my head under to see how far I could see in the beautifully clear water. Maybe he did see!
Butterflies in my tummy mixed with excitement in my brain. I was breathing faster and felt a bit out of breath. Slowly I put my top back on and when I reached inside to pull each breast up inside my top, I relished the feel of my nipples. I squeezed them and rolled them between my fingers. I was wet and it wasn't just the sea!
Back on the beach I couldn't settle, ate little of Mum's beautiful salad lunch and even a walk along the beach didn't settle me. I looked for the swimmer I had encountered in my near nakedness but couldn't see him. I wanted to go home. To the privacy of my room. To my bed. My nakedness, and what I knew I was going to do again, as soon as possible!
