Finding Myself

I have ignored and fought against my urges for the longest time. At first, I didn’t understand my attraction to other girls. I thought that there must have been something wrong with me. All the other girls in school were boy-crazy. Always gushing over the cute boys and comparing notes after date nights. Which ones were good for hooking up with, and which ones were the ones to stay away from.

Some of the girls didn’t give a crap about what anybody else thought about them and were developing reputations for giving head on the school bus every morning on the way in. Of course, they were very popular with the boys.

I watched it happen one morning myself. I didn’t understand the attraction. All that work just to have him cum in your mouth and then spit it out. There were a few who never did spit. I couldn’t imagine swallowing that stuff.

I suppose I shouldn’t say too much against oral sex seeing as though I’ve never participated, nor do I have the desire to. I can’t see me ever letting a boy ejaculate in my vagina either. I am aware that’s what they live for, but they can find another hole to bury their cock in; it won’t be mine.

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I must say that since discovering my body at a very young age, I very much love tweaking my nips and squeezing my breasts until I’m wet between my legs.

I fell in love with massaging myself to orgasm, and it’s hard to imagine that I’m the only one who makes it a nightly event. I have wondered how many other girls also do it that often, but I have been afraid to ask for fear of them thinking I’m strange.