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.
