Debbie Downer Ch 01 Self Discovery

Everybody knew Debbie, but no one really knew her. If you asked her God-fearing parents, she was such a good, quiet girl who never put up a fight with them nor ever asked for anything. If you asked the neighbors in the small town she grew up in, she was the strange girl who never said much and refused to look you in the eye. If you asked her high school classmates, she was the weird girl in the big baggy sweatshirts who ate lunch by herself. But no matter who you asked, everyone would agree to tell you that while she may not interact with anyone, she was beyond smart. What she lacked in social skills, she made up for in brains. No one really ever knew what to make of Debbie Townsend, or as she was known to those that know her, "Debbie Downer".

Debbie was your typical 18 yr old closed off individual. Her jet black straight hair was worn down and around her face to hide the beauty beneath. At 5'2 and 104 lbs,, she had a small frame with 32B breasts and small hips, but you would never be able to tell under her oversized clothing. Devoid of any makeup except for the dark eyeliner she wore as she felt it further hid her bright blue eyes.

Both of her parents are your average "nerdy" parents, never caring for their appearance and strictly focusing on their respective careers, church, and raising their daughter. Now that Debbie was older, they did often escape on a Saturday afternoon to play Bingo with some friends and church events on Sundays. The rest of the week, they were caught up watching old Perry Mason shows or working on puzzles.

Her Junior year of high school, Debbie scored a 1554 on her S.A.T.... A score today that Debbie never would allow herself to live down missing the proverbial perfect 1600 by 46 points. She would often beat herself up about this, but it did open plenty of doors for her. Being a complete introvert, she did not do the community service many universities looked for as her dad put her as an unpaid intern working on the books in his accounting office for her hours. She completely failed the interview process with any Dean she sat with, but still, the offer letters came pouring in with full ride scholarships.

After sifting through the mountain of offers with her parents, she finally accepted an opening at Princeton University. And why not? Her parents were beyond proud to have their one and only daughter attend an Ivy League school only two hours away from home without paying a dime for it. They would beam to their friends and family, further embarrassing Debbie to the point she often would leave the room and hide in a bathroom adding to the mystique and awkwardness of her perception to others.

Come August, there was no send off party. There was no fanfare at all when she finally made her way to Princeton and the freshman dorm with her mom crying behind her as her father lifted whatever his weak body could to assist. She entered her empty shared room for her first time. It was clear that whomever her roommate was had been there for quite some time, but the girl had kept her room fairly tidy which Debbie and her parents were appreciative of.

With her roommate gone, her father left the boxes across the room one trip at a time while Debbie and her mom started to unpack. Lifting one heavy box off the floor, Debbie dropped it at the head of her roommates bed. The pillow jumped and shifted and out rolled a hot pink rubber cylinder with an apparent "+" and "-" signs on the top of the hard plastic handle. With her mom's back turned the other direction rambling on and on about her days at Rutgers University, Debbie reached down and picked up the 8" thick shaft and held it a foot from her face. She inspected it with both hands and flipped the switch on the top of the tube. Bzzzzzzzz! (oh shit!) She quickly turned it off before her mom even picked up on it as she is laughing at her own old tale. Curious for more, she tucked the item in the deep pockets of her pants and tried to hide the red coloring arising in her cheeks.

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Hours later, mostly unpacked, trip to the bookstore in, and lunch with the family complete, her parents leave with a tearful goodbye. She clutches her new Princeton Tigers hoodie as she watches them drive away. She has never been alone for more than a few hours on her own, and here she now stands outside of the busy dorm, alone. She has never been one to shy away from being alone, but this feeling was dark and scary. Debbie rushes to her still empty room and plops on her new bed... Unsure of what to do, how to act, she hugs the big soft sweatshirt. She sits in silence for a few moments staring at her new environment, taking it all in. She glances around realizing how empty she feels. She looks across the room at the stranger's belongings. Neat desk area with books on Photography strewn about along with a fancy Canon camera. Pictures of a blonde teen hugging an older man she assumes to be her father. No clothes on the floor. Half-made bed. This reminds her of her new found item still in her pants she had forgotten about.

She pushes her new shirt to the side and reaches in her big pants pocket and pulls out the long wand and inspects it more carefully now that she is by herself as she lies on her back with her head away from the entry door. She slowly turns the item over in her hands in silence and looks more carefully at the button selections on the top. She pushes the black button from "+" with her thumb.

Bzzzzzz! A faint buzz rings in the stale cool air. Debbie's palms lightly tingle as the machine vibrates slowly. A small smile traces across her face because this toy is just fun, but still clueless as to what it was for. She holds it against her cheek to feel the vibration against her skin. She can feel the tingle move from her cheek up into her eye and tickles it. Debbie's smile grows. She can smell a unique flavor coming from off the top of the wand, and makes her curious. She runs the item under her nose and deeply inhales taking in the scent mixed with the rubber end. Unsure of what the smell is, she does know she likes it.

Her body relaxes with the scent causing her hands to loosen too much, and she drops the heavy wand onto her thick sweatshirt covered chest. "Ow!" she playfully exclaims. The hefty item fell right onto her chest plate and rolls slightly to her left breast, still vibrating. "Mmmm" Ok, this is a new feel. Curiosity gets the better of her. She reaches down and hits the "+" two more times and allows the increased vibration to sit on her chest. Debbie closes her eyes as her body reacts to the tingling sensation running through her. Her hands reach the bottom hem of her sweatshirt and she pulls it up a bit to expose her stomach. She traces her fingers lightly across her flat stomach to add to the sensation. Her breath starts to shorten, her breasts vibrate, her stomach starts to turn into nervous excitement, and surprisingly, her vagina starts to pull from between her legs.

Debbie had only tried masturbation once in her life before. She was taking in a shower when the jets of the showerhead hit her in just the right spot. Debbie never shut the bathroom door when showering because the small bathroom had no ventilation. Plus she never had anything to hide before then as she only showered when her father was at work. Debbie properly positioned her foot on the ledge of the tub and allowed the sensation to grow while she supported herself by holding onto a wet wall with one hand and a fistful of shower curtain in the other when her mother heard her moans from the hallway. Debbie's mother burst into the bathroom and gave her the wrath of God. She was punished by standing on her knees on the hardwood floor for six straight hours while he mother lectured her about the filth she was displaying. Not wanting to be a sinner, Debbie refused to allow that amazing feeling to happen again... Until today.

Debbie's breath becomes audible over the buzz from her chest. She grabs the wand in her hand and puts it directly under her nose to fill her nostrils with that tangy, sweet smell she cannot place. Intoxicated with the scent again, she puts it directly onto the skin on her belly sending tiny vibrations across her skin. Her free hand reaches up and runs two fingers lightly over her plain white bra. Her nipples begin to cry for attention and without thinking about it, she reaches under the fabric and pulls at her small areolas firmly. Her breath gets caught in her throat as her nipple resides into happiness.

Her hand with the vibrator starts to move below her tiny belly button to her waistline of her baggy jeans further driving this beautiful foreign sensation. She pushes it down into her groin over the denim. Feels good, but she needs more. She lifts the wand and presses the "+" signal three more times and immediately pushes it back against her jeans. BZZZZZZZZZ... The heavier vibration shakes her arm. Debbie grabs the wand with both hands and holds in place. Still needs more. "Fuck it."

She throws the vibrator onto the bed and quickly unfastens her pants as she kicks off her white Vans off her feet. She lowers her pants and plain white cotton panties to below her knees and opens her legs. She lowers her body and puts one foot on the footboard of the bed to open up her virgin opening. Debbie picks up the wand, places it in both hands, and presses it directly in between the upper lips of her pussy. Pure ecstasy runs into the introverted teen for the first time. She is lost in both time and space. With her left hand she releases the vibrator and she tugs firmly at the black curls above her pussy as she courses her fingers through the thick patch. Louder moans escape her mouth uncontrollably. She releases her pubic hair and quickly jams her hand back up her shirt and under the lip of the bra. Debbie's head lolls back and forth as the walls seem to close in on her. She starts to leak from her pussy and down the small crack of her ass onto her new bed as she pulls on her little nipple under her shirt. One involuntary stomach lurch causes her small tits to bounce against her fingers as her body responds to the overwhelming glory of the impending first real orgasm of her life.

"Ummmm....What the fuck are you doing?"

End of Chapter 1