Reactions

I love reactions. I especially love to shock people, well to be more precise, I love to shock guys who have been my friend for awhile. I am one of the few woman who like to be relegated to friend status; it makes the reaction that much better. On the outside I am a young woman with pretty hair and eyes and a nice smile. I am curvy, but I tend to wear sweaters and jeans. My friends describe me as a smart. kind, innocent girl who loves people and loves to laugh. Others would speak about my love for music-- especially the piano and harp. Let me add to that description, I am a klutz. I couldn’t be graceful if I tried. However there is more to me then meets the eye. When I was in high school the above description would have fit me perfectly, but not any more.

Being quick to learn I always had a lot of time left over in my classes. Especially my World History and Geography class. The teacher in that class was the assistant football coach, but unlike many athletes I have run across, he loved to read. He had a whole bookshelf of books and whenever I was done early I was allowed to take one and read it. Christmas break came up quickly, and I had just started a new book. It was good, so I asked if I could borrow it. Coach agreed.

I am an avid reader so by the next night I was two thirds of the way through the book. I finished a chapter and flipped the page. There in vivid detail, was the story of a woman masturbating. Please bear in mind I had no idea what masturbating was. I read the scene over and over, and then closed the book ashamed. The words however were imprinted on my mind. Throughout the next day I would look at the book, reach for it, and then put it back down.

When my parents left for dinner that night I watched TV and then went upstairs. I couldn't help I needed to read more, so I sat down on my bed and continued the book. Just as I began to think there was not going to be anything else, a whole scene between the hero and heroine played out. As I read the words I felt myself changing. My body felt weak, and I wanted to experience what I was reading. The book talked of the woman stroking her clit as her man rubbed his cock.

Slowly I put down the book and slipped my night gown over my head and my panties off. I lay on my bed and spread my legs. Slowly I began to touch and explore. When I felt myself get wet I realized why the book had described her pussy as wet and juicy. I liked stroking myself and soon got into it. When my hand brushed against a little hard place, my body convulsed. I loved it! From then on I was addicted. Anytime my parents would leave I would rub myself and feel the pleasure that resulted.

As I grew older, I learned of cybering. I have always had a way with words, and so I used them. It gave me a sense of pleasure to know that guys were getting off on what I was saying. I learned how to describe sucking cock before I ever actually saw one. I would tell how “if I were there” I would place my mouth at the very tip. I would look up at him and smile then slowly lick the head. My mouth would soon follow as I sucked on just the head and hummed. I would tell them how my nails would gently scratch at his balls and how yummy his cock was.

My cyber lovers always loved it when I engulfed their cocks with my mouth in one long smooth stroke. It always got me so horny, and they loved to hear about me squeezing my nipples and rubbing them. I would lick my fingers and then rub my nipples and watch them stand at attention. I would describe my long fingers delving into my pussy. Rubbing and stroking. Teasing my clit. Shoving my fingers up my hole. I called myself Moononyx and when I signed on I had my pick of guys.

My favorite thing to do was to find out my guy friend's nicknames on yahoo and proposition them over the net. We would cyber and they would gasp, wanting to know my name. I would never tell them, but later in the course of the next few weeks I would casually open a conversation up about chats. Inevitably they would tell me about this girl they had cybered with. I would ask about it, innocently of course and they would tell me everything. By the way, at that time I was considered one of the guys.

There was nothing odd about them telling me about girls they had sex with, so cybering was completely all right in their eyes. I loved to wait until the right moment. When they had betrayed how much they had enjoyed this mystery girl, I would casually say, “I know a girl like that. Her name on Yahoo is Moononyx” They would always beg me to tell them who she was. I took great pleasure in telling them. The look on their faces was always priceless Those days were the greatest.

At that time I had never been kissed, but I was soon to learn the joys of phone sex. One night when my parents were gone, I gave a young man my phone number. Hearing his voice speaking to me sent me over the edge time and time again that night. God it felt so wonderful. His voice was liquid passion, and I was his. My existence was based on cumming for him. He had such a lovely voice. All warm, and soft. I couldn’t help but touch myself as I screamed and moaned. My pussy was dripping so much that after I got off the phone I had to clean the chair I had been sitting on.

My phone guy would call me whenever he could and I was free. He taught me so much. He told me of how to place my fingers just right to bring the most pleasure. He told me that guys also performed oral on girls, and he told me what to expect. My body craved attention from him, but I did the best I could on my own. One day he told me not to wear underwear the next day to school. I followed his suggestion, and by the end of the day I was as hot an horny as I had ever been. I went into the school bathroom and frigged myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, I smiled mischievously. My fingers were still wet with my pussy juices, but I figured that my friend would think it was water. I went up to him and hugged him then shook his hand with our secret handshake. He started to walk away when suddenly he turned around. We were the only two people in that area, and he had a gleam in his eye. He grasped my hand again and brought it to his mouth. I tried to jerk free, but his other hand grasped my back.

He licked my fingers and smiled. With a sudden quick movement he felt under my skirt. The lack of underwear startled him, but he continued with his quest. His fingers brushed my pussy and I jumped. It was so electric to be touched by someone else. I wanted more, but he stopped. He brought his hand to my mouth and I sucked my juices off his finger. He had an astonished look in his eyes, but then he smiled. We never spoke of that moment, but I still dream of it.

I graduated at the end of that year and went to college. My innocence continued to deteriorate as my knowledge grew...

Oh how dearly I love reactions.... *licks lips*