Annie’s First Orgasm
Annie Jamison spent a minute admiring the engagement ring on her finger, before turning out the light.
They hadn’t set a date yet. As far as she was concerned it couldn’t be soon enough. She loved David, and she wanted him — not in six months or a year. Now.
Annie let her hands roam over the soft cotton of her nightgown, imagining they were David’s hands. She drew the material up to her waist and began stroking her thighs, belly, and breasts.
Across the hall, her parent’s bedroom door opened.
Annie’s hands went still.
The bathroom door opened and closed. A moment later the toilet flushed.
Annie lowered her nightgown and turned onto her side. She should have more self-control.
Tomorrow night David was taking her to the drive-in to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, with Elizabeth Taylor and Paul Newman.
Now that they were engaged David wouldn’t have to be such a gentleman. He could do more than hold her hand or kiss her chastely on the cheek. She’d let him do far more…
Annie placed her pillow between her thighs and tried to imagine her fiance without clothes on. It wasn’t easy. The penis was a mystery to her. She’d seen a few crude drawings, but never the real thing.
As she rocked against the pillow, Annie’s bedsprings began to squeak. She heard a cough from across the hall and swore into her hand.
Frustrated, Annie got out of bed and went into her closet. She tugged on the cord to turn on the light and closed the door. The closet ceiling sloped so that she had to duck as she made her way to the back. She knelt down, reached behind the built-in shoe rack and pulled out her diary.
She sat on the floor and began to write.
I know it’s a sin, but why should I have to suffer this way?
Annie slipped her nightgown off. It was the middle of the night. No one would come in here. No one would ever know. So why was her heart beating so fast?
The cool air feels good on my bare skin. I’m touching my breasts now, imagining David’s hand in place of mine. Will his touch be gentle or rough? Will he pinch my nipples as I’m doing now?
She set aside the diary and stroked her thighs and belly, imagining her nude body spread out on a bed, David touching her and kissing her all over. After a few minutes, she picked up her pen.
My intimate flesh is swollen. Hot liquid trickles from my opening. The little nub buried deep within my folds throbs with need, begging to be touched.
I’m doing it now, tracing my inner lips with one finger, dipping into the entrance to wet it further…
I’ve never been so wet. Anxious to explore further, I put the tip of my finger inside. It’s so hot! No wonder men like this so much. It must feel wonderful to put their organs in this hot tight place.
I push my finger in a bit farther, feel a sting of pain and quickly draw it back out. My heart is pounding wildly. There’s no blood. That’s good. Blood is for my wedding night. How awful it would be if David thought I wasn’t a virgin. I should stop now, but I don’t want to.
I’m touching ‘it’ now. I’ve touched it before of course, in the bath, washing it more thoroughly than it needs to be washed, but this time is different.
Annie dropped her diary on the closet floor and began a thorough exploration of her intimate places. She teased and pinched and stroked her clitoris, alternating hands, so that she could breathe in her own scent, and taste her juices on her fingers while touching herself.
She bent her knees, feet on the floor and humped at the air, imagining her husband’s body on top of hers, his organ piercing her, filling her, his hips pounding against the magic nub.
Every muscle in her legs tightened as she neared the edge — her breath coming in fast pants, her moans swallowed by sheer force of will — until finally, a climax ripped through her center.
Exhausted and spent Annie rested on the closet floor. Tomorrow night, she’d tell David that she’d waited long enough.