I had grown up in a very strict religious environment. My parents were both devout Catholics and any mention of “sex” in the house was forbidden. My parents considered school to be “dirty” and didn’t want the principles of the school interfere with their ‘moral’ teachings, so I was homeschooled. I didn’t know much about sex, all I knew was that when I touched my private parts it felt very good. My parents once caught me touching myself and I was severely scolded, so after that I made sure I didn’t get caught. I didn’t really understand what I was doing, only that it felt like I was in heaven. It wasn’t until my 18th birthday that I learnt what sex was and how fantastic it is. This is my story:
I got up early on my 18th birthday; I knew my parents had a surprise in store for me. Every year they’d put on a party and invite a few guests over. Lots of religious types, of course, so it wasn’t fun and games… but nonetheless, having visitors was a rare occasion, so I had been looking forward to it all week. I stared into the mirror as I brushed my hair. I was 5’6, not tall but not too short either. My brown hair fell down my back, but I kept it up in a ponytail all the time. My breasts were round and firm and my brown nipples stuck up just a little. I ran my fingers down my nipples and down the side of my stomach, across my rounded hips. “Lara, darling, come downstairs” came my mothers voice from downstairs. My parents invited some of our Church friends, among which was my Uncle Sam. He wasn’t really my Uncle, just a close friend of my parents, but he had known them since they were kids, so he was like family to us. Sam was in his late 40’s, but he was handsome in a tall dark and mysterious sort of way. I ran down the stairs and across the room and gave him a hug; he studied me from head to toe.
“My, how you’ve grown, Lara,” he said, in a husky voice. I smiled at him, and he gave me a peck on the cheek.
Later on after dinner and a game of Charades, we said our goodbyes to the dinner guests. “Sam, why don’t you stay tonight,” my father said, “I know how far you’ve come, and it’s much too late to be driving home alone.”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” he replied. My parents made him a bed on the couch and headed upstairs to go to sleep. I was much too excited to sleep though; it was my 18th birthday after all! I stayed downstairs and sat on one of the couches, watching the television.
“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, turning to look at my Uncle Sam.
“Not at all,” he said, smiling back at me.
“You know when I said you’d grown, Lara, I meant it… You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” My cheeks were burning, I didn’t know how to reply so I turned to watch television.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Lara?” my Uncle Sam asked a few minutes later.
“Oh no! My parents wouldn’t allow me to,” I replied.