Just Call Me Eve

Wet Dreams

He was gently cradling my head in his  arms, then he placed his soft lips on mine, his tongue nudging my mouth open. I felt a fluttering in my crotch when his tongue slid in and out, out then in my mouth. His hands were caressing my breast, circling my areola, not touching my nipples. I kept pushing my small breast at his mouth, but he just kept teasing me. I was really wet now, soaking my panties. I finally took his hands and placed them over my aching nipples….there! He finally started massaging my nipples. I whimpered my approval. I felt his erection on my leg, and I let my hands caress him, feeling his strength. He moaned, but never took his lips off of mine. He hands made their way to my dripping crotch and he found my nub. It was hard as a rock. I cried out when he began stroking it. Then he left my lips and replaced his finger with his tongue.

I couldn’t think straight and I lost myself in the sensations of him rubbing and sucking me .licking me. I was going crazy. Ohhhh  Juggie….don’t stop, I’m almost there,,, Oh baby!

Then I would cry out, waking up with my hand buried deep in my vagina, the fingers of the other hand on my still engorged clit. I came hard.

At first this was happening every so often, now it was every night. Good thing my parent’s bedroom was downstairs. They would have been shocked to see their beloved daughter in the throes of sexual ecstasy. I had dreamed of Jughead again. It seemed so real.

I got up and changed my soaked night gown, I had to rinse it out and let it dry in the bathroom. I didn’t dare risk my parents finding out what I had been up to. Eventually I got smart and went to bed nude.

I hope I didn’t get hair on my hands as the folks at school used to say would happen if you masturbated.. That’s all I would need,  to be more of a laughing stock than I already was.

I know I must be nuts. I am sure none of my girlfriends had to pleasure themselves  like I had to.

I was the town  misfit. I didn’t have anyone to ask about this. It was too embarrassing. So I suffered in secret about this as well.

But damn it felt good. I didn’t know if I wanted to stop.

It got so that I didn’t even wait until I went to sleep. I just thought of Jughead and would start getting wet. I learned all kinds of ways from surfing the internet on self pleasure. And how to please a boy. If  I ever got the chance.

I hope I'm not a nympho. Why do I need sex anyway?