I lay on my bed in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, the room quiet except for the low mumble of my family watching television downstairs. At 19, think about a guy at my gym had sparked a heat low in my belly, an insistent ache that wouldn't fade. I shifted under the covers, my thighs pressing together as I imagined his touch.
My hand trembled slightly as I set my book aside, heart pounding. What if I just... try? The thought sent a flush up my neck. I kicked off the sheets, exposing my simple cotton nightshirt and panties. The air felt cool against my legs, making me shiver. Slowly, I trailed my fingers down my stomach, hesitating at the waistband of my underwear. My breath came quicker now, nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt.
Pushing the material aside, my fingertips brushed the soft curls above my mound. I gasped at the contact, surprised by how sensitive the skin there felt. Emboldened, I dipped lower, parting my folds with two fingers. Warmth met my touch—slick, unexpected wetness that made my cheeks burn. Is this normal? I wondered, but the sensation pulled me forward. I circled my clit gently at first, a light pressure that sent sparks through my body.
I pressed harder, rubbing in small, firm strokes, my other hand clutching the pillow beside me. The pressure built, a coiling tension in my belly that made my toes curl. My eyes fluttered shut, breaths turning to soft moans as I explored. I slid one finger inside myself, feeling the tight, wet heat clench around it. Oh god, I thought, pumping slowly, adding a second finger when the stretch felt good instead of scary.
The rhythm quickened, my thumb flicking over my swollen clit while my fingers thrust deeper. I used my free hand to push up my shirt and pinch a nipple, twisting it until I whimpered. The pleasure sharpened, waves crashing closer with each slide and rub. My pussy throbbed, walls fluttering as I chased the peak. Finally, it hit—my back arched, a cry escaping my lips as orgasm ripped through me, muscles spasming around my fingers, juices coating my hand.
Panting, I withdrew my fingers, staring at the glistening evidence of my release. How had it taken me so long to discover this?