Chapter 7 - f-solo
Erin left John's house feeling, for lack of a more accurate description, hot and bothered. When they had been cuddling on the couch
she felt the hard thing against her butt, and a few times she pushed back against it hoping he would rub her again, but he didn't. And after the movie she sat on his lap and they kissed more, and they were using tongues and he was touching her, but he wouldn't touch her where she wanted to be touched.
Her Mom had brought food home for dinner that night, so as soon as they walked home she had to set the table. She wanted a little time... she felt wet down there where he'd put lotion on her earlier... but there was no time. She sat at the table eating take-out fried chicken and squirmed, it felt like her underwear was stuck to her. In the middle of dinner her mom felt her forehead, "Are you feeling ok? You look a little flushed."
"I'm ok Mom. We were just out by the pool a lot today and I think I got sunburned."
"Well put more lotion on if you're going to do that."
"Ok." She realized she'd just lied to her Mom, but she was ok with that. She wouldn't understand and it didn't really hurt anything.
She ate and helped clear the table and told her parents she wanted to take a shower. She went to her bath off the master suite and started the water, locked the door, and stripped. She looked at her body in the mirror, seeing no more signs of the redness from yesterday...
I guess that lotion really worked. She looked down and touched herself, trying to examine more of her vagina for redness. She pulled up at the skin at the top of her slit, trying to see more, and she exposed her erect clit, which she'd actually never seen before. With her other hand she touched it with a fingertip, and felt that bolt of electricity...
OMG, THAT'S where the good feeling comes from.... and John had left her in such a state of arousal that she immediately started caressing that spot. She was half bent over, eyes closed, one hand exposing her clit, the other rubbing it, her breath coming faster, when she heard her mother's voice outside the door, "Erin, do you have a towel in there?" startling her.
She glanced at the shelf, "Yeah mom," she yelled back through the door, taking her hands off of herself, guiltily.
"Ok well I just folded some clean ones, I will leave them here outside the door, put them on the shelf when you are done."
"Ok Mom."
Erin immediately got in the shower, trying to act normal in case her mom figured out how to walk through a locked door. If her vagina had been whispering at her since leaving John's house and through dinner, now it was wide awake and demanding attention. Erin lathered soap into her hair and tried to just wash up, but she couldn't help it, and her fingers slid down her soapy body and found her clit, again, and started rubbing it in slow, soapy circles. She exhaled a soft moan as she put her other hand on the wall of the shower
for balance, and she hung her head and closed her eyes as she explored this new activity...
John said you can have an orgasm by yourself, is this what he meant?
And this feels soooooo good all wet and
slippery... She explored her pussy while she masturbated, leaving her clit and sliding her fingers down her slit, and she soon found what felt like an opening near the bottom. She
had always known it was there just like everyone knows they have a belly button, but no one ever thinks about it... but she was thinking about that hole, now. She wondered what it was for. When she slipped one joint of her middle finger inside it she felt a chill go up her spine... it felt different from when she rubbed the good spot at the top, but this was nice in a different way. On instinct she put one foot up on the side of the tub, and then she was able to push over half of that finger into
her small, 8 year old vagina until she felt some sort of barrier, it was sensitive so she didn't mess with it, but she could feel herself squeezing her finger when she clenched down, and that was kind of neat... and gave her butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know the purpose of that hole but the feeling was VERY fine, she decided.
She slid her fingers back up to that bump, and it seemed like it felt even better than before since she gave it a break, and she moaned when her fingers found it again. The soap and hot water running down her body made it so slick, and her fingers glided over it, back and forth, up and down. She felt her heart racing, and she thought of John kissing her there when they were in the pool, licking her, and she imagined him there now, kissing her private place, looking up at her,
looking in her eyes, and it hit her, her orgasm, and she knew she had to be quiet but she couldn't stifle
all of her moans, though she kept them soft, as wave after wave of pleasure quaked through her body, with her clit at the epicenter. It seemed the more her immature body experienced orgasms, the easier it became to achieve them. All Erin knew was that she loved that feeling, and she knew from now on she wanted to have lots of orgasms. She wondered if her best friends Chrissy and Samantha knew about these.
Her insistent vagina was asleep for now, purring after it's release, and Erin rinsed the rest of the soap out of her hair and finished her shower. Drying herself off she thought about it... she knew what she was doing was a "grownup" thing, but John had said that some girls started younger than others, and she felt a small measure of pride in her advanced maturity. She patted her vagina and said, "Good girl," with a grin, and put on her undies and tshirt that she would sleep in tonight.
An hour later her mom came to her room and found her laying on her tummy on the bed reading one of her "babysitter club" books, and told her lights out in 15 minutes. She said ok, and went back to her book, not that she was able to pay much attention to it. She'd been thinking about her special place, and orgasms, and fingers, and touching, and pleasure, and John. Her vagina had been getting warmer and warmer, again.
She popped up, brushed her teeth, and caught her mom in the hallway, "Night mom, love you."
"Going to bed?"
"Yah."
"Ok, have a good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
But Erin didn't really hear her, she went into her room, closed the door, turned off the light, and crawled under the covers.
Pretty, petite little Erin, 8 years old, 4 feet tall and 45 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes,
so much younger than her four siblings that she was basically an only child, ran her fingers down her chest, across her tummy, and touched her pussy over her cotton panties. She'd experienced her first orgasm just yesterday, with John's unknowing help, and already she was becoming addicted to them.
This is the best feeling in the world, she thought to herself. She spread her legs slightly under her covers, to give her fingers more freedom to roam. She caressed herself once, twice, up and down her panties, and without thinking, she pulled them off, putting them under the covers next to her.
Mmmm this is better, she thought, touching herself directly on her skin. Her fingertips went to that bump on top... it felt better when it was all wet and slippery, she thought, but
this still felt great. Then she had an idea, she took her two fingertips from her clit, stuck them in her mouth to get them wet, and went back to her clit....
MMMMMM... MUCH nicer.... and she did this for several minutes, gently rubbing her clit, sticking her fingers in her mouth to make them wet and slick, then returning them to her pussy. Without thinking she spread her legs farther, and bent them at the knees, her fingers rubbing her clit 3 or 4 times, then sliding down and up her slit. Rubbing her clit 3 or 4 times, then running down and up her slit. She even slid her finger into that hole, again, squeezing her finger from the inside... it felt more slippery in there. She soon learned that whatever that slickness was it worked too, and she started working that lubrication up her slit, getting wetter and wetter, enjoying the process.
She was beginning to feel hot so she pulled off her outer blanket, leaving just a sheet to cover her, tented at the knees of her spread legs. Still too hot, she pulled off her tshirt, too, leaving her nude. She discovered it felt nice to rub
low on her tummy with her one hand while she rubbed her private place with the other, it gave her chills and goosebumps. The hand on her tummy described bigger and bigger circles, and eventually her thumb
brushed against her erect left nipple, and she gasped. What? Her hand on her pussy
still, she touched her nipple, and moaned... she began caressing it with her fingers, and then the other...
omg these feel so good too. All of the sensual assault was taking her to the edge yet again. The little girl in the second grade sped up her fingers on her clit and as she lost the ability for rational thought she started pinching her hard nipples lightly, first one and then the other, and it was like an electric wire between her nipples and her
clit. Erin had yet another orgasm. She instinctively bucked her hips up against her hand as it consumed her and washed over her. Her body knew what to do even if her brain didn't, yet. Her gasps of pleasure were continuous, each one coinciding with a thrust of her slender hips, her hand pinching her nipple hard, eyes closed, breathing labored.
Finally, as they all do, this orgasm came to an end, and little Erin rolled over to her tummy, hand still holding her pussy, her legs clamped shut trapping
it to her, and she caught her breath, blonde hair all disheveled with wisps of it in her face that blew up every time she exhaled. The sheet now pulled tight over her small body showed her lovely, young, round butt in silhouette, the light from John's back patio shining in her window,
making her glow outside as much as she was glowing inside.
On her tummy she thought about how great this new activity was, slightly, slightly grinding her hips down against her
bed, grinding her pussy against her hand. Not masturbating, just feeling, exploring, the sensation. She thought of John, and how she couldn't wait to show him what she learned, in the morning,
and maybe I can have another orgasm tonight? but her body betrayed her, and she fell asleep, exhausted and naked.
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That night on patrol duty, finally recovered from his aching blue balls, from time to time John wondered how Erin was, and he wondered if she'd discovered the joys of playing with herself. He'd ask her in the morning.