It was a scorching hot summer day, and I was a typical college girl, lost in my books, not even remotely guessing that her 'Innocent girl' status was about to be impressively upgraded just a few hours later.
But get ready for a twist: If you were expecting the classic tale of my first sexual encounter, I'm sorry, but you'll be disappointed. No one was directly involved in my sexual awakening. I managed to bid farewell to my precious innocence completely by myself.
Let's backtrack to that quite eventful day. Like most teenage girls, I still retained a youthful and cute puffiness to my face, which made me look sweeter than I was. With smooth, rosy cheeks and grey-green Bambi eyes, I appeared as the epitome of innocence to an outside observer, contrasting sharply with the sensual frame of a young woman's fully developed body.
That morning, waking up in my college bed, little did I know that by the end of the day, the sexual side I had known up until that moment, would have been so playfully and embarrassingly challenged like never before.
Usually, teenage girls like me would notice their raw beauty blossoming pretty quickly, flaunting it rather obviously. Even if that was clearly happening to me as well, I seemed to be oblivious to it. My mind was preoccupied with rather different, somehow dirty, thoughts most of the time. I was changing, but not simply in the usual 'teen metamorphosis' from a caterpillar to a common butterfly.
Considering my naughty secretive mind, and what I ended up doing that day, I regarded my change more into an intriguing 'Slutterfly': a bit shy, but brimming with a playful, naughty curiosity, ready to flutter into a new, much more daring, chapter of my life.
I started to curiously study my new girlfriends.
Why do I feel so similar and yet so different from them?
I quickly realized that there was something quite unusual about me.
I had tried, pushed by my usual curiosity, to talk about sex, a topic that intrigued me like any other. From the other side, except for my lovely flatmate, I was met with some embarrassed answers, followed by a sudden change of topic. I took the hint. I was sexually quite dissimilar to most of them, but I didn't know to what extent...not yet.
That afternoon, I started to understand, vividly recalling how the timid version of myself began to melt away. It was a slow, sensual thaw, starting from the sweat trickling down my neck, across my sensitive, hard nipples, down to my constantly wet yet still virgin pussy.
One blush at a time, I managed to become a still shy but bolder young woman, genuinely free, curious, and passionate about life and all the sensual pleasures that come with it. But most importantly, ready to dare more and more with each passing day.
There had been no red flags, nothing to make me think I could dare do what I did that day, and how deeply it would have changed my view of who I was.
My true sexual nature revealed itself by chance, pinning me to the ground. This is who you are, whether you like it or not. Embrace it and, above all, enjoy it. And so I did since that day, between bouts of pure shame and surprise.
Before then, my body was so young and pure. I had never laid eyes on a naked guy, and I first timidly kissed one only a few years before. Yet, what I lacked in experience, my mind would compensate for with a constant flow of vivid sexual fantasies.
This 'hidden world' hooked me when I stumbled upon an old, erotic book, concealed behind a forgotten stove in my grandmother's garden. The provocative tales within those worn pages were boldly hot, igniting in me an unusually high libido and a sexual curiosity that has never left me since.
I feared real-life sex, as much as I guiltily enjoyed reading about the steamy sexual adventures of that old book's character: a young girl named Lucy. The graphic description of the times she would finger herself or flash her pussy to the shocked village peasants put me in a constant state of arousal.
Why can't I be as daring as she is?! I whined in frustration sometimes.
Without even realizing it, I dreamed of being exactly like Lucy.
People always joked about how much young boys masturbated because of their raging hormones. Well, I felt like 'one of the guys' too. I secretly took great pleasure in running my fingers over my greedy pussy. Every day, several times a day.
In my inner world, my sexuality was spectacularly exploding in multiple, intense orgasms. From the outside, during my first few months as a freshman, people would see a young, slender but busty girl walking the halls of college, often in mini dresses and high heels. My face, however, created a stark contrast with my makeup-free delicate features.
At the time, I avoided making eye contact or even interacting with a mundane 'hello.' Some immediately labeled me a frigid, self-important bitch. Others spread rumors, claiming I slept with the entire football team. Yet, no one could have ever guessed what my dirty mind was cooking up, or that my fingers had become adept at exploring their favorite playground.
The funniest thing for me is that no one would have bet a cent on my virginity still being intact.
If it weren't for my choice of clothing and my full, young breasts, bouncing noticeably as I walked, anyone might have thought I was studying to be a nun. My behavior and, paradoxically, also my clothes, served as a mask to cover my insecurities and my extreme shyness in new environments.
I didn’t dress that way to attract attention. Having grown up in a seaside village where most girls wore similar attire, I naively believed it was normal and not at all sexual. Furthermore, I was still uninterested, almost oblivious of my blossoming beauty. Years of wearing braces and enduring mockery and bullying had overshadowed my self-perception.
All of a sudden, the attention I received, instead of pleasing me, made me retreat into my world even further, seeking solace and pleasure in my orgasms, despite the shame I still felt so strongly, due to my strict Catholic upbringing.
I didn't like being the center of attention, but there was a part of me – an adventurous spirit – that relished the thrill of sexually risky situations, both in my fantasies and when masturbating.
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So, back to that glorious day that changed everything... what did I do that was SO outrageous and out of character to completely wipe away my innocence?
It all started quite simply: with the renovation of the building in front of my window. My desk was positioned right there to catch as much light as possible while I studied. The street was narrow, only about five meters across, maybe less, so direct sunlight on my window was rare. But when the renovation began, I found myself enjoying, up close, a different kind of view.
It was the one of a young hot worker, assigned to that side of the building, pacing the scaffolding right in front of me every single day.
What a delightful sight he was: barely over twenty, tanned, shirtless, flaunting a perfect body and an even more captivating face. His golden blonde hair casually left long for a wild look, and the most incredible green eyes I had ever seen, complemented a masculine yet delicately sexy face.
Don't look, Laura. Don't look!
Shy as I was, I didn't dare look at him directly. But, with a book in my hands, which half covered my face, I threw furtive glances in his direction.
But I could feel his eyes glued to me, constantly looking towards the window. Every day I changed my outfit just for him, knowing he would notice. I wore cute summer dresses, mostly innocent with a hint of provoking sassiness to them. Even though they were quite short, they still left a lot to the imagination, hugging my young body in a cute yet subtle way.
It was like being on an unspoken date.
He's late today!
I was always nervous when I didn't see him right away. But my anxiety was immediately replaced by the feeling of my wet pussy and cold sweat on my neck the moment he showed up and started working. I knew he was having as much fun as I was when he slowly ran his hands through his blonde hair or wiped the sweat from his oh-so-sexy body, taking a quick, cheeky glance out the window.
The more I saw him, the more I thought his golden hair, piercing eyes, and fabulous firm ass deserved a special place on the UNESCO World Heritage List. Yes, to put it bluntly, I was totally drooling over him.
This sneaky exchange of glances continued for weeks, driving me utterly insane.
I wish I could be braver and have some real fun...why I'm so fucking blocked?!
This was becoming a constant thought. How wrong I was!
Those days in late July were becoming as hot as my body and pussy were all the time: boiling, to a point of no return. With him right there, the massive urge I had to slide my fingers in my panties and play with my exposed clit, became so irresistible that I had to control myself more than once.
But that day everything became different. For some reason, I wanted him to see.
Before, when my blondie guy had just entered my life, I knew I had all the time later when he was finished with his shift, to strip naked in front of the mirror.
I loved to slightly open my legs to glance at my inner lips slipping through my fingers while I was having an orgasm. To gaze at my body, my erect nipples and firm breasts while my pussy contracted with pleasure drove me wild. I could finally obtain the release I so much craved, and needed. My hands could nicely circle my swollen clit, and play all around my pussy as much as I wanted in my own private space.
I liked to start slowly and then gradually pick up the pace, keeping my eyes half-open to catch glimpses of my facial expressions at the peak of my orgasms. I used to moan as quietly as I could, mindful of the room's thin walls, thinking about the guy finally touching my body with his still dusty and sweaty hands.
I wanted him to explore and dirt every inch of me, literally and metaphorically.
Now I didn't want my private space anymore. I longed to do all this right in front of him. Looking straight at him, to see his reaction while he gazed at me, holding his cock, throbbing with desire, in his hands.
That was all I wanted that day. I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it, but the lusty feeling was the most intense I'd ever felt in my life up until then.
Am I normal?!
I asked myself. Not only did I want to show my naked body to a stranger, but also tease him by pleasuring myself in front of him.
The doubts dissolved into thin air as the feeling was of such intensity that my body and mind had to surrender to it. Normal or not, sinful or not, I didn't care anymore. I wanted to do it and enjoy it, despite the guilt I still felt, this time only in the back of my mind.
That day, something had changed; I felt different, more daring, and sexy, finally realizing the power I had over him. Sitting on the scaffolding like every day, he was having his usual half-hour break with a beer in his hand, his hair and chest dripping wet from the extreme heat. Finally, my moment had come.