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From: Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Something New by Katie McN
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 04:10:02 -0400
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Something New

by Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

I know I shouldn't touch myself there, but it feels so good.

Six AM comes early and tomorrow is a school day so I'll have to 
get up. I want to fall asleep, but I can't. I try, but I can't do 
it. 

This might be bad. My mother told me not to touch myself. She 
said it wasn't nice, but it doesn't feel bad. Not to me. Not when 
my hand sneaks down between my legs. I'm afraid and wonder what 
will happen if I don't stop. Could someone come in and catch me? 

How horrible and how exciting.

My panties are lost somewhere in my bed. My tee-shirt is pulled 
up over my tiny boobs. They feel warm to my touch and I like the 
feeling. They're not as warm as what's between my legs. I want to 
touch and I do. My new boobies feel so good. My secret place 
feels good, too. Something different. Very different. Very nice.

My legs start to spread. My feet move back toward my butt. Knees
raise the blanket. My back arches. My hands are on their own now. 
I'm floating above myself in the dark watching something take 
over my body. Something I don't understand, but it seems kind, 
very strong and very interesting.

A hand, yes, it's my hand sliding across my breast. It feels 
nice. Fingers squeeze my nipples. When did I learn how to do 
this? No one told me. A finger touches a place between my legs. 
Yes, touch it more. A finger moves the place. It's not a place, 
it's a thing. Something to touch. Something to move. Something 
very special. Yes.

My back arches again. A sound sneaks out of my mouth. I can hear 
it and hope no else does. Hands moving. Head shaking back and forth. 
Toes curling and trying to hold the sheet. What's happening and 
it better not stop. Yes, more, more.

Rubbing myself feels so good. A touch at first, then I let the 
finger trail up and down my secret place. It wants to hide inside 
me, but I won't let it. I will it to move back to that other 
place. Yes, rub, touch, more, more.

My head moves in time with the fingers rubbing my breasts and 
touching the place between my legs. A sound starts inside my 
mind. The sound is made of orange light and it's moving toward my 
eyes. It flies through my body and touches my hands. I explode, 
an orange flash. What is this. My body. I'm afraid. I like it and 
it keeps on and on. Yes, never stop, but then it does. I'm warm 
and can't move. My body slowly straightens out.

I found something tonight. I want to think about it, but I'm so 
tired. I'm going to fall asleep and I hope I don't forget what I 
did. I hope this isn't a dream.

The End

The lesbian writing group is focusing on flash stories this week.
This is the one I wrote for the occasion. Hope you like it and if
so, drop me a line and let me know. ;-)

Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

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It's Me Katie McN
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