Family Secrets: Beth's Story

I sat there fingering my ring, trying to think but couldn't stay focused. I had taken the oath. True love waits.

Love waits. Lust doesn't. Those were my thoughts.

I wasn't sure I believed that Adam and Eve were thrown into a mystical garden and conned by a serpent. No, I was much too logical for that.

But here I was agreeing to wait until I was married to give myself to my husband. The perfect gift.

In essence a gift should be new. Who wanted a used gift? That's what the youth pastor had said tonight. That made sense. But why would you give someone a key to a car they didn't know how to start?


This brought me out of my thoughts and back into reality. There stood Daniel. We were in the same class at Clairmont High. He was Valedictorian and captain of the debate team. He sounds boring but if you could see him, you would thank his mama and daddy for creating this perfect boy.

His eyes were cornflower blue, his hair, dark, like mine. My eyes were green, though. Exotic, some said. Some people called me "Ana Mae" but they meant "anime." I had exaggerated and cartoonish eyes. I thought "exotic" was just a nice way of saying I looked weird.

"Daniel...hi," I stammered.

"Are you going to the spring dance?"

"No, my parents won't let me."

"Too bad," Daniel concluded.


My parents were crazy. They were the reason I had taken this oath of celibacy until I was married. I wasn't allowed to do anything unless it involved them or church. Sex was no part of that.

Daniel had walked away.

I mentally kicked myself for being stupid. I never had anything clever to say.

Later at home, I asked my mom if I could go to the spring dance with Daniel. I thought she was going to hemorrhage. It was Daniel. Debate king. Voted most likely to succeed. What was her fucking problem?

Fuck her. I was tired of her rules. I had never done drugs, never smoked, never drank, never even kissed a boy....or girl, for that matter. I was teased in school all of the time.

Look at "Anime!" they would taunt. "Hey, Anime, does your mommy still dress you?"

Pretty fucking much. She wouldn't let me pick out my own clothes. They had to be "mother-approved."

I was going to bed.

Late at night was when the fun began. I always locked my door for privacy, even though they forbade it. I would look at myself in the full length mirror and slide my skirt off and then my panties and remove my shirt and bra. Staring at myself naked, I liked what I saw. The dressed version of me was just plain and dull but when my clothes came off, my skin came alive. My eyes looked sly and cunning instead of big and awkward. My hair would partically cover one eye and cascade down my back in tendrils. My breasts that were hidden under my baggy clothes now stood perky and plump at the same time. I slowly touched them, fondled them, felt my nipples harden beneath my inexperienced hands. The ring of chastity grazed my left nipple and it sent shivers down into the tender flesh between my legs.

I turned sideways to look at my ass. It had grown rounder and protruded prominently. I arched my back and my tits stood out in contrast to my backside. I watched my reflection as I took my right hand and ran it down my side and gently rubbed the outside of my pussy, which was becoming engorged. I wanted to see myself. I wanted to see my pussy. I sat down on the floor.

Tilting the mirror downward I could get a better look. The tiny hairs that were virtually invisible stood just enough so that the folicles were standing at attention on my breasts. The dark circles that surrounded my nipples were about the size of a nickel and puckered from my touch. I spread my legs.

I got as close as I could to the mirror and took both hands and rubbed the shaved outside of my pussy. My mom would freak out if she knew I was shaving "down there." She would wonder why I needed to groom myself. Was I having sex? Was I sinning?

My middle finger grazed my clit. It looked shiny as a pearl and it was so sensitive. That was my hot spot. Goose bumps formed all over my body. I stretched myself open to look inside. The inside pink was glistening from the juices I was creating by just touching myself. I dipped a finger inside.

I was stretching myself with two fingers. It hurt a bit but it felt too good to stop. I needed something to fuck myself with. I looked around. All I could find was my round hairbrush. I grabbed it and my heart was beating faster because I had never went this far with myself. I imagined Daniel touching me with his hands and I let myself drift away. My eyes closed, I imagined Daniel putting his fingers inside me, crooking his finger like he was beckoning me. I imagined his lips on mine and then I wondered how it would feel if Daniel would kiss my pussy lips. I felt myself start to cream.

I opened my eyes so I could guide the rounded tip of my hairbrush handle inside myself. Leaning back on one hand I spread my legs wide as I could and raised my little opening towards the ceiling as I pushed the tip of the brush in. The tip was tiny so it slid in effortlessly. The brush widened after that. I gradually pushed the tip higher and higher inside me, I could hear my juices start to squish around the rubber that ensconced the handle. In and out, I played with myself.

I had never brought myself this far, never felt the feelings I was feeling. Never "came."

Tonight I would.

When I finally felt the explosion I had read so much about, liquid came out of me so quickly and my legs shook so much that I couldn't keep myself from moaning out loud. And I didn't give one fuck who heard.

Gasping for breath, I laid down in the floor.

Holy shit.

I slept like a new woman that night, pleased with myself. I had dreams that woke me in the middle of the night making my little cunt throb and beg for more. Morning came soon enough and I got up and went to school.

I walked in with a new confidence. Funny how liberating it was to rebel against the values I had been taught and to actually discover a new freedom.

First period was gym. Daniel was in my gym class and our gym teacher didn't really care what we did as long as we showed up. Neither of us were interested in anything athletic so we talked or studied ...

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