Drowned In Silence

28. First Touch

First Touch

Dynah - Flashback

I’ve never felt this before.

My fingers slide in between my thighs, slipping with ease in the wetness.

I woke up about ten minutes ago, breathing hard and my thighs were covered with this weird wet feeling. It almost feels like someone’s come, but I don’t think I've had any visitors tonight.

I’m laying on the sheetless mattress in the dark of my room. The sun still hasn’t come up and snuck through the slits of the blinds on the window. My parents are in their room asleep, I can hear my father’s snores.

My fingers glide over the bundle of nerves I have, and when they do it sends sparks up my body. My toes curl and my heart races. I like the feeling, it’s almost painful, but nice at the same time. I notice the longer I play with the nerves, the more my pussy gets wet.

So this is what those men mean when I’m not as wet as they want. I wonder if when I am wet, and they stick their bodies in mine, it would be less painful…

I keep rubbing myself, my fingers moving faster and faster. Before too long, my legs start to shake, my chest feels like it’s going to explode and I want to scream. I can’t wake up my parents, but I need to make some sort of noise. Reaching over I grab the towel that I used for my last shower and place it in my mouth.

I speed my movements up, moaning into the damp towel.

This feels so wonderful! I wonder if I could feel this way all the time.

My head starts spinning as my body clenches up. My muscles become taut and everything gets really sensitive. I scream into the towel, feeling my pussy leak more than it ever has before.

I think I just came. Do women come? Is that what this feels like?

Letting go of the towel, I use it to clean up between my legs, the feeling weird now that everything is sensitive. I drop it to the floor, letting it sit on the crunchy carpet.

I feel light as a feather. My brain feels less clouded, and I almost don’t need the pain from the blade of my knife.