Cathy Nelson was awakened by the sunshine streaming through her window. ‘It must be Saturday,’ she thought, but then it dawned on her that, no, it was not Saturday, but Monday! She had graduated from high school the previous week and now, for the first time in seemingly forever, she could sleep-in as long as she wanted. She knew that her brother, Gary, and her mother, Suzanne, were at work. Her dad, Frank, was probably still asleep; he worked the night shift at a local factory, usually getting home around 1 AM, and usually slept until mid-morning.
Not wanting to waste a single day before she started to college that fall, she jumped out of bed and went to use the bathroom, then shed her nightie and brushed her teeth. She liked to watch her B-cup breasts bounce slightly as she brushed. She had recently had to buy new bras because her breasts had suddenly grown. She loved the way they looked and was quite proud of them. She thought about all the boys that she knew that would love to see her like this. She then ran some water to wash her face. She examined her face in the mirror. She was pretty — some people even said she was beautiful. Her hair was blonde with a tiny bit of curl and hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were crystal blue.
She took a step back and took a long look at her panty-clad body. She was 5-9, and slender. Her breasts were what she had read somewhere as “pert”; there was no sag. They were almost perfectly spherical. The nipples seemed to perpetually erect and were slightly upturned. Cathy tried to be modest, but she knew that she had a killer body to go with her pretty face and hair. Her tummy was flat and well-toned; when she stretched, her stomach muscles were visible. She thought that looked very sexy. Her legs were long and slender, but toned from playing basketball in high school.
She shucked her panties down and smiled when she saw her distended clitoris peeking out from her neatly trimmed pussy. Sparse, light blonde hair fringed her furrow, with a tiny tuft at the top. Then she walked back to her bedroom and lay on the bed, opening her legs wide, and flicking her clit with her fingers.
She thought about her ex-boyfriend, Josh. She remembered the first time they had sex, when she had eagerly spread her long legs, assuming, as turned on as she was, that there could not possibly be much pain. She had been wrong. It had been quite painful. Josh, as inexperienced as she was, had not taken his time and had seemingly no regard for her discomfort until about 30 seconds later, when it was over.
She had continued to date Josh, and they had continued to have sex, for several months. During that period of time, Josh had become a better lover, and Cathy had discovered that her hunger for sex was almost insatiable. Even though she usually had at least one orgasm when they fucked, she wanted more, and invariably had to masturbate when she got home.
After a few months, however, she found out that Josh had cheated on her. She ended the relationship immediately and had relied on her fingers to satisfy her ever since. Although lots of boys asked her out, it was nearing the end of her senior year and she didn’t want to start a relationship that might be short-lived. She admitted to herself that, if she went out with a boy to whom she was attracted, she would more than likely give into her body’s demands. If she was going to do have sex, she at least wanted to be in a long-term relationship with the guy. So she had decided to wait.
She got up and took a shoe box from the back of the top shelf of her closet. She opened it and took her vibrator out.
She giggled as she remembered being over at Heidi Sharp’s house one day, not long after she broke up with Josh, and Heidi showing her a vibrator. “Where in the world did you get that?” Cathy had laughed, thinking that she would certainly love to have one!
“I ordered it from Amazon. I’m the first one home every day, so I just always get the packages from the porch. I have my own account. It’s not like my mother would give a shit anyway,” Heidi had said. “Tell you what — you find what you want on Amazon and I’ll order it for you.”
Cathy had taken her up on the offer. Its design allowed it to penetrate her a couple of inches and massage her clit simultaneously. It was wonderful! She used it practically every day, and usually had at least 2 orgasms each time she used it. It had certainly helped take the edge off after her breakup with Josh, but it certainly was no substitute for having his dick in there!
She lay, once again, on the bed, with the vibrator within reach. She played with her clit and rubbed her fingers in the wetness of her opening. She wormed a finger inside herself, moaning softly, then managed to insert 2 fingers as deeply as she could. Withdrawing them, she sucked her fingers, thinking how delicious she tasted and wondering why Josh had never tried to go down on her. She certainly was eager to try oral sex, but he had never mentioned it. Even though she wondered what it would be like to suck his dick, he had never asked or even hinted at it.
Reaching for the vibrator, she flipped the switch and, to her intense dismay, found that the batteries were dead. She quickly fumbled in her dresser drawer, but no luck. She would have to go downstairs and search. As she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her, she made a mental note to purchase a large package of batteries to keep in her room, just for such emergencies as this one.
As she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard the shower running. Her dad, no doubt, had just gotten up and was getting ready for his day. Then she noticed that the bathroom door was wide open. Why would he leave the door open? Then it dawned on her that he had forgotten that she was at home! She was never at home at this time of morning because she was always at school. Gary and Mom were always gone, too.
The hunt for batteries was temporarily dismissed as she contemplated peeping into the bathroom, perhaps catching a glimpse of her very handsome father. Cathy had, on many occasions, peeped on her brother, Gary. She had managed to see him naked a few times and had even seen him jacking off on his bed once. She often masturbated thinking about that and sincerely wished that she could watch it again. She had not, however, seen her father naked. She had seen him step behind the tool shed and pee, but had not really been able to see very clearly.
She quietly approached the crack between the open door and the hinge jamb. She heard the shower water being turned off and then the shower door being opened. She peeped through and saw her father clearly, but he was turned away from her, so all she saw was his naked, very muscular, butt and back. Even this was enough to excite her, but she wanted to see more. Frank, her father, turned slightly, but she still couldn’t see his penis, which, after all, was what she really wanted to see!