Dearest Reader
I have decided to let this story out, it's been begging for release, and I feel I can finally tell it.
This is the story of me, of my sexual awakening. I have changed names where appropriate but for the most part, it's all the truth - and I will strive to keep my artistic liberties to a minimum.
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A small-town girl in a big city, I turned 18 in Pretoria, South Africa, a small celebration was held with family, I didn't have many friends and saw myself too plain for anyone to take notice. I was blond, bespectacled, with full lips and the body of an athletic 18-year-old, which was strange, given my very proud nerd stature.
I never dressed like I the girls my age and I mostly stuck to baggy pants and shirts, which did their own to hide my figure from the world. I had no clue of the power that I could hold... the fun I could have had.
I found Literotica and taught myself the rhythms of my own pleasure. In the dead of night, alone in my room I would explore, feel, and touch -- yet I was never able to bring myself to release, to burst at the seams like I had read about.
It wasn't until I realized I could use my bath and the faucet that I found my earth-shattering climax.
I grew up in a rather conservative household, yet I knew I somehow did not fit into this image. I remember at my 17
th
birthday party; a darling friend and I teased the living daylights out of our male friends. I had never felt more alive.
Gathered around the pool, me in my bikini, and Mary Woodrock, the only girl I'd invited, too shy to wear a costume, in a shirt and baggy shorts. Her beauty radiant, doe-eyed, and dark haired, with olive skin and a figure that could conquer nations.
Mary looks at me, a spark in her eyes. She gracefully moves towards me and leans in close to kiss me. I can smell the shampoo she uses, and, in an instant, I know what she's doing.
This highly Christian, conservative girl is enjoying the effect she's having on Christopher and Shaun. Christopher tall and dazzling with his chiseled physique, has never had a problem turning heads. Shaun less dazzling but built too, smaller, however in comparison to Christopher.
I remember that night, laying underneath my faucet, with the water drumming down on my clit, I came hard thinking about us four at the pool.
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I had always planned to lose my virginity after 18, but it only happened after age 19, with my first serious boyfriend. Painful, awkward, and not in the least bit my idea of fun... I thought I was doomed. I had given myself too much pleasure and now no man could reach my standard.
I'm proud to say that after that ended I was able to find pleasure -- I did however have to kiss many frogs for this to happen.
Then I moved to the big city of Johannesburg, I started going on real dates, with real men -- I started blooming.
"Robert!"
Mr. Penguin (pervy, fat, old, manager) stands at his open office door, (or the fishbowl - a large office in the middle of our floor made entirely of glass).
Robert entered a room with purpose, his entire energy consumed the room with his sexy swagger, his enormous body, and his booming voice.
"Ah, Mr. Penguin, good morning." His deep, sultry voice boomed in the hallway, "Good morning, Stacey." He looks at me with a glint in his eyes, a broad smile, and the briefest wink.
"Are you ready for the budget meeting, Robert?" Mr. Penguin enquires, looking more like a penguin than ever, waddling forward.
"I believe I'm well-prepared Jeremy," he glances over at me, "Your PA has been rather helpful in getting my admin up to date."
He and I both knew I had royally screwed the pooch on his admin, I blush bright red concentrate on my PC.
"Oh great, feel free to use her as you need, Stacey doesn't mind. Do you Stacey?"
"Not a problem, Mr. Maxwell, just let me know if there's anything else."
With no hair of which to speak, he managed to still be the sexiest man around, he exuded self confidence and sex appeal like no man I've ever known.
"Thank you, Stacey, I might still take you up on that offer."
God, he smells good. He swaggers away to his office; I can't peel my eyes away.
My cell alerts me to a text-
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Robert
So, what's our tally at?
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Stacey
Mr. Maxwell, I believe we're at 4 so far.
I have no need to ask, I know what he means, we have a running tally that he gets to spank me a certain number of times for all mistakes and blunders -- my tally was climbing daily, and he was making me squirm.
I was usually very good at my job, but Robert made it very difficult to concentrate, he was a gentleman but domineering and assertive.
We had been on one date, it amounted to nothing, but I had fallen, HARD. So, I clung to our flirtatious texts.
His tantalizing promises had not yet come to light, and I wanted him more than I had wanted any other man before.
- Robert
I believe we settled at 6.
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Stacey
