Teach Her: The First Time Crime
Subconsciously, I think I knew what he wanted. He’d hinted at it so many times in class. But this was the last chance. The final weekend of senior year before my last week of high school. The end of an era.
And yes, okay, I was technically still with Brian. But also fuck Brian! He missed prom and wasn’t coming to graduation even though I had attended every single event of his last year as his dutiful girlfriend. But when the tables are turned he bails? Fine.
Honestly, the joke was on him because something in me had changed recently. A decision had been made unconsciously within my body. A light switch, long dormant, now flipped on… I was finally ready to lose my virginity. To fuck. To feel someone’s cock full and inside me. I was ready to know the pleasure and even the pain.
Besides Brian had never even made me cum. The few times he had fingered me were uninspired and overly cautious. He doesn’t deserve me. I deserve someone with experience… Not a boy- a man.
Don’t get me wrong. Brian was wonderful... for a while. But we were growing up. No, growing apart. I shake the self-doubt away. It didn’t matter now anyways. It couldn’t. This was the last weekend of my high school career. This time was finally for me.
I liked myself more, recently. For the first time in my life, I felt pretty and confident. Looking in the mirror I finally saw a version of myself that reflected who I truly wanted to be. A self that felt like M.
M, (extra short for Emilia- my full name) was my future self, I decided. My destiny as a woman. A girl who was unafraid to let her wild, curly hair down. M the girl whose eyes knew seduction and whose soft and newly, sexy body yearned to be seen. “Emilia, time to get ready for school!” Mom shouted from downstairs.
Ugh. I guess the rebranding from Emilia to M fantasy was over. Thanks, Mom. Back to reality. Now, where is my puffy-sleeved knitted crop top? A perfect baby pink with a little bow at the top. Looking under my bed I reach into the unknown.
What do we have here…an old sock, my hot pink vibrator charging out of sight from Mommy-dearest, and yes! My top! But it’s wrapped close with something else… Oops, panties from my last ‘me-time’ session while between homework subjects. As one does when working off some senior-year-steam.
Not to mention I’ve been insanely horny the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the stress of final exams or my impending move to college but recently every part of me has felt different. A flower, crying out in bright colors for someone to want her! Ugh, just thinking about it made me tense all over again… Maybe there was time for a bit of 'me time' just before school?
“Emilia! You're late, let's go!!”--Guess not.
Stuffing down my suffering once more I have no choice but to throw off my jammies and get going. In doing so I see signs of my fertility loudly on display. My waist is cinched, somehow tighter than usual; even though I barely make it to the gym. But I must be doing something right because even my breasts seem intent on showing the world they’re thriving.
The mirror confirms: the cups of my bra are so full I’m practically spilling over. Slipping my shirt over my head, my nipples harden almost instantly. The slightest touch reading as a welcome thrill to my hungry body. But apparently, even the shirt notices the swelling of my tender breasts, as its tie strings insist on remaining open. Well, it is a little riskier than I’m used to but it is my week, and it doesn’t look bad… “Emilia, I won’t tell you again, let’s GO!”
It’ll do.
