My name is Anne. I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. I'm a pretty good student - I get good grades for the most part, but I'm not very outgoing. I have some close friends and we talk about, well, all the stuff I bet you can imagine girls our age talk about. A lot of it (well, most of it if I'm being honest) is about boys.
I'm still a virgin, and sometimes my friends tease me a little about that. I've been out with a couple of guys - mostly after having been set up. They were nice, but it was kinda clear to me that they really just wanted one thing. And don't get me wrong - I want that thing too. But my parents brought me up with a pretty good dose of self-worth, and I don't want to just "give it up" to someone I don't really have feelings for. So I'm waiting to find a guy that's worth it.
But I do have a pretty strong obsession with cocks. My folks gave me a laptop for schoolwork a while ago, and like any modern teenager, I know how to find whatever I want on the Internet. You don't have to be a geek to find porn, and I've seen some. And I gotta tell you, seeing a hunky guy with a rock-hard cock makes me just melt inside. I can appreciate the beauty of the female form, but the sexiest porn actress doesn't do nearly as much for me as the sight of a hard cock.
I play with myself a lot. I don't know for sure, but I think I do it more than most girls my age. And I have tried it with a lot of things, looking for the best tool (no pun intended) for the job. Of course, nothing could possibly be like being held by a big, strong man, while he pushes inside you. I can't imagine it's not just incredible.
In the meantime, for my eighteenth birthday, I treated myself to an after-school visit to the local adult toy store. I almost wanted the guy behind the counter to card me so that I could show off my new ID, but he didn't care. So I went down the aisles to find a cock. I wanted the most realistic one I could find. And, boy, they had everything there. They had big ones, they had magic wands (hey, like I said, the Internet generation has seen a lot more than they've actually had, that's for sure), they had small vibrators... They had it all. And they had just the thing for me. It was flesh-colored, and looked realistic, with a bulbous head and fake veins running down the shaft. It didn't have a vibrator in it, because real cocks don't vibrate. I wanted as close to the real thing as I could have.
I took it home and hid it in my bedroom. It was all I could do to finish my homework and have some time with the family without running off to my room to play with my new toy, but I waited until it was at least reasonably close to bedtime and then bid everyone good night and headed up to get ready for bed.
Just before I got into bed, I fetched the box from its hiding place and tore it open like it was a Christmas present. My first impression when I got it in my hand was that it was cold. That made me frown a bit. Other than that, it felt a little heavy for its size. It was solid and stiff (like I imagined a hard cock would be), but it gave a little to pressure. I decided to address the cold problem by just holding it between my thighs for a few minutes while I got my brain working on some mental inspiration.