From: chemical_perfection at hotmail.com (drag net)
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That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a bottle 
of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes off if I 
wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have been naked 
though, because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the 
arm, my shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it should 
have covered. Little did I expect that by the end of the night the shirt 
would not be all I would take off.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with each 
other those things of our own we think the other needs or would enjoy. 
Sometimes it's eerie the way we know what is on the other's mind. He must 
have known I was going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a 
VHS tape with a note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time he 
brought one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished 
watching the movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy 
was so wet I'm sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. 
I'm also sure Luke knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me 
after that and I always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch 
the guys fucking and licking the girls in the films and I especially liked 
to pretend it was on my stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed 
of rubbing it into my skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my 
fingers until their wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in 
months. So I especially looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I took 
Luke's movie out of it's container and slipped it into the recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I 
anticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it might 
have just been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I gradually 
realized my breathing had become shallow and I could almost feel my heart 
beat beneath my breast. As the women touched each other and kissed each 
other and rubbed their breasts against each other, I became aware of a part 
of myself only hinted at before. I found myself wishing I was with them. 
That it was my skin being stroked; my lips being kissed. My face became hot 
and flushed. I looked over my shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, 
watching, reading my thoughts. My shirt became moist with perspiration and 
as its cloth touched my nipples they became so sensitive I found my hand 
moving beneath the cloth, cupping the soft underside of my breast, my 
fingers gently squeezing each to make sure the feeling I was experiencing 
was really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing each 
other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became aware of my 
other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard against myself, 
trying to hold in the response that was beginning to rise within my body. 
After soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair. When 
they finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their embraces. As I 
watched their lovemaking and gazed upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I 
experienced my first orgasm. I found my hand drenched with my own wetness. 
My breasts ached as I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And 
when I finished I knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything 
else; and I knew the evening would not be completed until I had been 
satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the TV and 
recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles, saved in the 
bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other lights and filled the 
tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given me. The 
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its gentle 
caress. As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of the shower and 
recalling the vision of the newly bared mons and lips, my body took on a new 
sensitivity. Each nerve seemed more alive than ever. The soap became a lover 
as it used my own hand to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my 
own pubic hair. I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and 
soft. Because of the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would 
not be enough. I knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and 
as the razor glided across my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new 
awareness within the delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled 
perception of fear. Starting at the top and then moving down and back, I 
paid special attention to the small fine hairs around my clitoris and 
between the lips. The area below the vagina and around my ass was also 
shaved. When finished, I lay back in the water, my eyes closed, and ran my 
fingers across the now smoothed pussy confirming that indeed all its hair 
was gone.

I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the bedroom 
and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained from the 
dresser and I returned to the TV room, this time without the t-shirt. A 
record of gentle music was selected and placed on the player. The TV and 
video were started but without sound as I realized the only words I wanted 
to hear would be my own thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I applied the 
lotion. First across my chest and then cupping each breast with one hand, I 
began to stroke the upper sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with 
each caress to the areola and nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of 
the lotion to the surrounding pink areas, my nipples and the small papilla 
around them began to project out. But they were not hard. Instead they had 
taken on a softness and sensitivity I had not experienced before. I had to 
stop. As the women on the screen made love to each other I realized the only 
way I could join them would be within my mind and the TV images had become a 
barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my fantasy.

I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the bed, in 
the darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost as though it 
had an existence of its own. My hand returned to my breasts and I found them 
even more sensitive than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers, 
gently pulling and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked body. 
A soft ache entered my pelvis. My hand move down my abdomen. Slowly the tips 
of my fingers began to brush across the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped 
from me. It was like a voice from another area of my mind, an echo from 
another existence. I continued down to my labia, along the sides and then 
between. But now I didn't need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was 
flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found there was 
nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers found their way to my 
mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick the passion from their tips. As 
they returned to my pussy, I felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to 
rise within my body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my 
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my vagina. I began to 
massage the soft ridges within me. My legs came back as the other hand 
sought my now swollen lips and clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and fast 
became meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my pelvis 
had taken over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to gasp for air 
because I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my fingers found their 
way into my pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky 
odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a stimulant to 
my senses as my mind exploded with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the 
inner ridges of my vagina smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. 
At the same time, the outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency 
and ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it 
was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub and spread them over my 
body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I put some on my nipples, pushed my 
breast towards my mouth and used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed 
every part of my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm 
had taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner, it was 
my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.

I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of sensuality was 
replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell into a deep sleep, I 
thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my response to his movie. I 
also wondered if there was anyone else I could share it with.


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