"Bye honey! See you tonight."
Emma's eyes fluttered awake and her brain slowly came into focus. Who needed an alarm when her mom headed out the door every morning at exactly the same time, 7:30?
She inhaled and called out the obligatory response, "Bye mom, have a great day."
Nineteen years old, still living at home, and still being woken up in the morning by my mom; well, at least she was in college...ok, community college. Emma pushed the covers back slowly, enjoying their silky feel against my bare skin. Sleeping naked had been her personal statement when she turned 18 that she was now an adult...not that anyone ever saw me naked. The first several nights, it had felt weird and made her feel a little self-conscious, like she was doing something she shouldn't. But she knew her mom slept naked and wouldn't have any issue with it.
A year later though, she couldn't imagine sleeping any other way. She loved how her sheets felt when they caressed her nude body and how she was totally free to touch herself anywhere and everywhere at any moment without anything in the way.
Her hands slid up over her stomach to her exposed, 34C breasts, full and firm, her nipples thick and fully a half inch long...not that anyone ever got to see them or touch them, other than Tommy Jeffries after senior prom and Barry Miller just after Christmas break. It had been the first time for both of them and had been awkward and he had cum in less than a minute. After a couple of final tweaks and a pull, Emma let her hands follow the electricity down her stomach and over her smooth, pouty lips...well, usually smooth. She hadn't shaved in three days, which she definitely needed to take care of.
She swung her legs out of bed, stood up, and headed for the bathroom, pausing in front of the full length mirror. She liked her body. Too bad hardly anyone ever got to see it. Combine being overly shy with being very late to develop and you have a sure formula for a lack of popularity.
Emma studied my figure briefly. She still maintained the slim, athletic build she had before her body finally decided to go through puberty, but she now had curves in all the right places, hips and bust. Her breasts looked full and heavy, but had virtually no sag and her nipples seemed to be perpetually hard. She turned a little and took a look at her ass, also curved, but rock tight.
Turning back, she looked between my legs, briefly studying her pussy. Pubic hair had come late; late enough that she got to see that most girls were shaving, so when it did finally begin growing in, she just began shaving it all off.
Being bare highlighted the other set of curves that had developed over the last year. What had been a very discrete area, now boasted full, round, puffy outer lips, labia wings that routinely snuck into view between them, and a clit that protruded enough to create a visible bump underneath its hood. It was pretty obvious that her post puberty body was built for sex. It just wasn't getting any right now...at least not with someone else.
Her adult body definitely had demands that just wouldn't' be ignored. Over the past two years, she had graduated from owning a small, discrete bullet vibe to a full-sized rabbit, along with two fairly good-sized dildos and an anal vibe, something she learned about online and discovered that my body craved. Her mom's 12+ hour shifts at the hospital gave her plenty of time to use her toys in private and keep her very horny libido in check.
A quick shower and Emma turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing the towel off the nearby hook. As she dried off, she couldn't help but gaze at her nude figure in the mirror once again. She liked the way she looked and imagined letting others see her nude...imagined letting others touch her nude body. She could feel that hint of electricity coming from just inside her pussy, ever present and seeking to distract everything she did these days. 'Stop it.'
She had always been the good girl...the good student...the teacher's aid...the daughter who mom could always trust to do the right thing. It had always been easy, so why didn't it feel so easy anymore? She used to dream about finding Mr. Right and settling down to have a family. She imagined making love, with that one special person, feeling the love and intimacy. So why did she dream about being a stripper last night, showing herself to everyone in the room, spreading her legs wide to expose her sex. 'Stop it.'
Running out of time, Emma hurriedly dried her hair, pulling it back in a pony tail, put on a little make up and went back into her bedroom to dress for class. She opened the bottom drawer and grabbed her 'fat girl' pull-on jeans, as Becky referred to them and a Six-Flags t-shirt from the drawer above. She grabbed a standard white bra and panties, then paused. Biting her lower lip, she put the panties back in the drawer and reached into the bottom back and pulled out a red lace thong. 'Really?'
She had bought the thong, along with a few other 'unmentionables' at Victoria's Secret last week. Buying them had taken all the courage she had. She just imagined everyone in the store looking at what she was buying, but in reality, no one seemed to pay the slightest attention. Even the girl at checkout didn't even raise an eyebrow or note in any way what she was buying. 'No one will know.'
She pulled it on, feeling it slide up between her cheeks and coming to rest against her asshole, something she hadn't ever thought about until it started to sometimes buzz like her pussy. And why had she started calling her vagina a pussy? It had always been her vagina, or when she was with a friend, her Vajayjay. Pussy sounded vulgar. But it also sounded sexy and she knew that's what most guys called it. Vagina's were for periods and doctor's appointments, pussies were for being looked at, licked, and fucked. 'Out of time.'
Emma finished dressing, feeling energized knowing she had a secret underneath her normal exterior and grabbed her backpack just as she heard Becky pull up and honk. She ran out the door and jumped in. "Hey there! Only two days left til our last day of our first year of community college," Emma said with a cheery smile.
"Hey. Sorry, I'm in a pissy mood today."
"How come?"
"Remember me telling you about the summer job I've had the past two summer's and how cool it was the first year and how much it sucked the second, all because of the partner I was assigned with?"
"Yah."
"Well, Karen Wells, the girl I partnered with the first summer, was supposed to be my partner this year. I mean, it was all locked in. Camp starts in like two and a half weeks. Then this morning, just after getting up, I get a call from the camp director and he tells me that Karen's mom has cancer and needs to cancel, and says unless I know of someone else, he'll end up having to put me with Monna again! Can you fuckin' believe it?"
"Oh no. It took you like two months to finally stop bitching about her after last summer. It was funny though listening to your stories."