I can't wait until my parents are out of the house.
'Don't stick a fork in the power outlets, Emily,' Dad admonishes. 'Teenagers these days.' I give an exaggerated sigh and pretend not to hear. I'm nineteen, for crying out loud. But I'm excited, and not in the normal way. I feel my heart racing as I look out the window, as I watch Mum reverse the car out onto the road. Then they're speeding off, leaving me in the house, alone. Alone.
Almost instinctively, I find myself beelining towards my bedroom. From under the bed, I retrieve my two favourite items -- a tight-fitting black blindfold and a floral-print peg. I put a hand between my legs, feeling the heat of arousal. It always surprised me how such simple objects could get me so flustered. I look in the mirror, brushing back my brown locks from my slightly freckled face.
I draw the curtain shut, because what I'm about to do is not something I'm keen to share. I lie down on my bed, stretching out, and raise my legs in the air. Off goes my shorts, which perfectly frames my buttocks, and then I peel off my underwear. I've been wearing it for a week and the scent is overwhelming, but at the same time it invigorates me. I feel a desperate need to fondle my vagina, to stick a finger into its pink folds.
But I resist the urge. All will come in time, I tell myself. I grab the blindfold, wrapping it around my eyes. The world disappears around me, replaced by complete darkness. I sigh. It's a world I know well. I rummage around, feeling for the peg, and I clip it to my little button nose, so I can only breathe through my mouth.
I lie back on my pillow, finally giving in to my desire. I rub a tentative finger along my clitoris, and I let go a little moan. But today, I'm not interested in foreplay. Using two fingers, I penetrate my slit, feeling around inside. My fingers feel wet, lubricated by the juices I now feel dripping down my thighs.
