Fantasy vs reality
I was chatting to a friend recently about how I didn't have a girlfriend until I was 20, so my teens were spent in crushes from afar, romantic daydreams, and steamy fantasies a world away from my boring reality.
She asked if I remember any of my teenage fantasies, which got me thinking about what turned me on back then. It was a long time ago and has long since blurred into my very different adult sex life, but one thing I remember is that many of my early fantasies were built on tiny pieces of reality: a moment of time spent with a girl I liked, a giggling conversation that quickly veered back onto safe ground, or a flash of an image that stayed in my head.
I couldn't answer my friend clearly at the time, but since our chat I've been trying to remember some of those fantasies and the fragments of real life that inspired them. If nothing else, it proves that imagination really can get a girl through when she has nothing else to work with :)
So, as an example (I might post more if the mood takes me), here's one blurry memory and what my mind turned it into.
The reality
I swam competitively at high school which meant a lot of trips away for competitions. Once when I was 15 or 16 the team travelled to regional finals that ran over the entire weekend, so we each stayed overnight with the family of a local swimmer. My host was a girl about my age whose name I honestly can't remember - I think she was called Lisa or Lena or something, so I'll call her Lisa since I've always liked that name.
Lisa was a tall Māori girl with gorgeous long black hair and a loud infectious laugh, friendly and fun and much more extroverted than me. It felt weird at first staying with strangers but she was so welcoming she soon put me at ease. I was used to having my own room so when it was time for bed I had a shower then put my PJs on in the bathroom. Knowing I wasn't going to get any privacy I probably masturbated in the shower, although I don't clearly remember and I might've been too tired after a hard day in the water.
By the time I got out Lisa was already in bed, so I got into the spare bed and she turned the lights out. This is where things get fuzzy.
From what I remember, I was on the verge of sleep when I heard the slightest rustling sound from Lisa's side of the room. It must've caught my attention because I lay there straining to hear, wondering if I was imagining things (quite possible with my one-track mind). It went on for a while, so quietly I really did start to doubt myself, but then I'm sure I heard her softly breathe "oh yeah, oh yeah" in the darkness. And then silence.
I say I'm sure, but after that night I fantasised so many times about what I might or might not have heard that I really can't trust my memory any more. What matters is that I thought I heard it, and that kept my mind going for a long time afterwards :)
The fantasy
"Oh yeah, oh yeah." That soft whisper from across the room as Lisa quietly brings herself to orgasm is just too much for my self-control. Lying in the other bed feeling hot and flushed with excitement, barely daring to breathe, I'm so aroused I simply have to do something about it. I slip my trembling hand into my PJ pants and I can already feel my underwear is wet. Trying not to make a sound I reach into my undies and have to resist gasping as my fingertips find my clit.
All I want to do is rub it like crazy and make myself cum, but I'm scared she'll hear me. So instead I force myself to go slow, lightly flicking my clit and my puffy sensitive pussy lips, biting my lip so I don't make any sounds. The thought of Lisa being so horny that she had to masturbate even with me in the room drives me wild. I imagine her quietly teasing her pussy just like I'm doing to mine and I can't help but move my fingers faster, faster... Despite myself I arch my back as I get close to orgasm then my fingers go crazy in those last few desperate seconds and oh God I'm cumming and I can't stop myself from gasping with pleasure as my orgasm blazes through me.
I'm not the only one.
As I slowly come to my senses it takes me a moment to realise what I'm hearing. No holding back now, I can hear Lisa panting as she openly masturbates, the rhythmic wet sounds of her fingers working her own pussy until it's her turn to gasp out loud again barely a minute after me. There's an awkward silence as she gets her breath back, neither of us quite knowing what to do, then she giggles and says "sorry Caitlin, it was just so hot knowing you were getting off, I couldn't stop myself."
It's my turn to giggle with embarrassment as I admit I heard her the first time she came. Lisa says that was part of the turn-on for her, knowing I was excited from hearing her. Another awkward silence, then she quietly asks the question that's in my mind too: "so now what?"
All my normal shyness has left me (hey, this is a fantasy after all...) and I tell her I don't feel finished yet. I can almost picture the grin on her face as she says "me neither," but what I don't expect are her next words, "maybe we can help each other?"
I mumble something about how I'd like that, but before I've even finished Lisa is slipping into bed next to me. I just have time to notice that she'd taken her pants off in bed and that she's only wearing a t-shirt as she presses her warm body up against mine. My hand brushes her bare thigh and we both giggle, nervous but excited, then I let it slip between her legs.
Lisa's a swimmer like me so naturally her pubes are well trimmed, but I feel the wet strip of soft hair on her mound. Fascinated, I run my fingers through her damp curls then dare to go lower, lightly touching her own swollen pussy lips. Hers feel thicker and more developed than mine, and I love the feel of her slippery wetness as I start to stroke them. Lisa gives a soft sigh of pleasure and we wiggle around in the cramped single bed so she can open her legs a bit wider for me. As she does she slips one hand into my PJ top and cups my breast, making me catch my breath as I realise how hard and sensitive my nipples are.
With Lisa gently squeezing my boob and running the palm of her hand over my erect nipple I start to explore her warm wet pussy, tracing the outline of her slit then feeling the silky smoothness of her inner lips. I glide one fingertip over her entrance then up to her clit, amazed at how much firmer it feels than mine, clearly poking out from under the hood. Lisa moans softly as I lightly brush the tip, then I start to flick my finger back and forth just like I do when I touch myself. "Oh yeah Cait, that's it" she whispers, squeezing my breast tighter as I start to find her rhythm.
Her pussy is so wet and slippery I can slide my finger back and forth over her clit with ease, alternating between flicking the tip and making circles around the little shaft and over the hood. She's so sensitive from having cum twice already I know she won't need long, and with her whispering "yeah like that, just there, don't stop..." it's only a few minutes until she groans "oh fuck I'm cumming" and her thighs clamp hard around my hand.
I let her recover then plant a playful kiss on her cheek, which somehow feels even more intimate than having just fingered her to a climax. Lisa kisses me back right on the mouth, then her hands get busy unbuttoning my PJ top. She helps me out of it then presses her warm full breasts against my smaller ones as we kiss again. I'm in heaven just from the body contact, my heart racing and my pussy hot and juicy, then I feel Lisa's hand reach down between my thighs.
Now it's my turn to stifle a moan as her experienced fingers go to work on my clit. She moves them differently from how I do it, running two fingers down the sides then gently pinching it. The new sensation surprises me and I greedily thrust my hips towards her, loving her touch on my wet hungry pussy. With her other hand she pinches each of my nipples in turn, all the while kissing me passionately, all my senses firing at once then I'm there and the orgasm hits me like a hammer blow.
As my heart rate slowly returns to normal we lie together in a tangle of arms and legs, hot and breathless and both grinning like idiots in the dark. Part of me wants to keep going but a satisified sleepiness is already taking hold of me. Lisa feels it too, because she gives me one last cheeky kiss and whispers "sweet dreams Cait" as she gets back into her own bed.
And that's an example of the fantasy I built from the smallest sound in the dark of a stranger's bedroom. Now that I've written it down I understand just how it and others like it got me through so many lonely teenage nights - in fact I'm going to stop typing now, because there's something else I need to do...
She asked if I remember any of my teenage fantasies, which got me thinking about what turned me on back then. It was a long time ago and has long since blurred into my very different adult sex life, but one thing I remember is that many of my early fantasies were built on tiny pieces of reality: a moment of time spent with a girl I liked, a giggling conversation that quickly veered back onto safe ground, or a flash of an image that stayed in my head.
I couldn't answer my friend clearly at the time, but since our chat I've been trying to remember some of those fantasies and the fragments of real life that inspired them. If nothing else, it proves that imagination really can get a girl through when she has nothing else to work with :)
So, as an example (I might post more if the mood takes me), here's one blurry memory and what my mind turned it into.
The reality
I swam competitively at high school which meant a lot of trips away for competitions. Once when I was 15 or 16 the team travelled to regional finals that ran over the entire weekend, so we each stayed overnight with the family of a local swimmer. My host was a girl about my age whose name I honestly can't remember - I think she was called Lisa or Lena or something, so I'll call her Lisa since I've always liked that name.
Lisa was a tall Māori girl with gorgeous long black hair and a loud infectious laugh, friendly and fun and much more extroverted than me. It felt weird at first staying with strangers but she was so welcoming she soon put me at ease. I was used to having my own room so when it was time for bed I had a shower then put my PJs on in the bathroom. Knowing I wasn't going to get any privacy I probably masturbated in the shower, although I don't clearly remember and I might've been too tired after a hard day in the water.
By the time I got out Lisa was already in bed, so I got into the spare bed and she turned the lights out. This is where things get fuzzy.
From what I remember, I was on the verge of sleep when I heard the slightest rustling sound from Lisa's side of the room. It must've caught my attention because I lay there straining to hear, wondering if I was imagining things (quite possible with my one-track mind). It went on for a while, so quietly I really did start to doubt myself, but then I'm sure I heard her softly breathe "oh yeah, oh yeah" in the darkness. And then silence.
I say I'm sure, but after that night I fantasised so many times about what I might or might not have heard that I really can't trust my memory any more. What matters is that I thought I heard it, and that kept my mind going for a long time afterwards :)
The fantasy
"Oh yeah, oh yeah." That soft whisper from across the room as Lisa quietly brings herself to orgasm is just too much for my self-control. Lying in the other bed feeling hot and flushed with excitement, barely daring to breathe, I'm so aroused I simply have to do something about it. I slip my trembling hand into my PJ pants and I can already feel my underwear is wet. Trying not to make a sound I reach into my undies and have to resist gasping as my fingertips find my clit.
All I want to do is rub it like crazy and make myself cum, but I'm scared she'll hear me. So instead I force myself to go slow, lightly flicking my clit and my puffy sensitive pussy lips, biting my lip so I don't make any sounds. The thought of Lisa being so horny that she had to masturbate even with me in the room drives me wild. I imagine her quietly teasing her pussy just like I'm doing to mine and I can't help but move my fingers faster, faster... Despite myself I arch my back as I get close to orgasm then my fingers go crazy in those last few desperate seconds and oh God I'm cumming and I can't stop myself from gasping with pleasure as my orgasm blazes through me.
I'm not the only one.
As I slowly come to my senses it takes me a moment to realise what I'm hearing. No holding back now, I can hear Lisa panting as she openly masturbates, the rhythmic wet sounds of her fingers working her own pussy until it's her turn to gasp out loud again barely a minute after me. There's an awkward silence as she gets her breath back, neither of us quite knowing what to do, then she giggles and says "sorry Caitlin, it was just so hot knowing you were getting off, I couldn't stop myself."
It's my turn to giggle with embarrassment as I admit I heard her the first time she came. Lisa says that was part of the turn-on for her, knowing I was excited from hearing her. Another awkward silence, then she quietly asks the question that's in my mind too: "so now what?"
All my normal shyness has left me (hey, this is a fantasy after all...) and I tell her I don't feel finished yet. I can almost picture the grin on her face as she says "me neither," but what I don't expect are her next words, "maybe we can help each other?"
I mumble something about how I'd like that, but before I've even finished Lisa is slipping into bed next to me. I just have time to notice that she'd taken her pants off in bed and that she's only wearing a t-shirt as she presses her warm body up against mine. My hand brushes her bare thigh and we both giggle, nervous but excited, then I let it slip between her legs.
Lisa's a swimmer like me so naturally her pubes are well trimmed, but I feel the wet strip of soft hair on her mound. Fascinated, I run my fingers through her damp curls then dare to go lower, lightly touching her own swollen pussy lips. Hers feel thicker and more developed than mine, and I love the feel of her slippery wetness as I start to stroke them. Lisa gives a soft sigh of pleasure and we wiggle around in the cramped single bed so she can open her legs a bit wider for me. As she does she slips one hand into my PJ top and cups my breast, making me catch my breath as I realise how hard and sensitive my nipples are.
With Lisa gently squeezing my boob and running the palm of her hand over my erect nipple I start to explore her warm wet pussy, tracing the outline of her slit then feeling the silky smoothness of her inner lips. I glide one fingertip over her entrance then up to her clit, amazed at how much firmer it feels than mine, clearly poking out from under the hood. Lisa moans softly as I lightly brush the tip, then I start to flick my finger back and forth just like I do when I touch myself. "Oh yeah Cait, that's it" she whispers, squeezing my breast tighter as I start to find her rhythm.
Her pussy is so wet and slippery I can slide my finger back and forth over her clit with ease, alternating between flicking the tip and making circles around the little shaft and over the hood. She's so sensitive from having cum twice already I know she won't need long, and with her whispering "yeah like that, just there, don't stop..." it's only a few minutes until she groans "oh fuck I'm cumming" and her thighs clamp hard around my hand.
I let her recover then plant a playful kiss on her cheek, which somehow feels even more intimate than having just fingered her to a climax. Lisa kisses me back right on the mouth, then her hands get busy unbuttoning my PJ top. She helps me out of it then presses her warm full breasts against my smaller ones as we kiss again. I'm in heaven just from the body contact, my heart racing and my pussy hot and juicy, then I feel Lisa's hand reach down between my thighs.
Now it's my turn to stifle a moan as her experienced fingers go to work on my clit. She moves them differently from how I do it, running two fingers down the sides then gently pinching it. The new sensation surprises me and I greedily thrust my hips towards her, loving her touch on my wet hungry pussy. With her other hand she pinches each of my nipples in turn, all the while kissing me passionately, all my senses firing at once then I'm there and the orgasm hits me like a hammer blow.
As my heart rate slowly returns to normal we lie together in a tangle of arms and legs, hot and breathless and both grinning like idiots in the dark. Part of me wants to keep going but a satisified sleepiness is already taking hold of me. Lisa feels it too, because she gives me one last cheeky kiss and whispers "sweet dreams Cait" as she gets back into her own bed.
And that's an example of the fantasy I built from the smallest sound in the dark of a stranger's bedroom. Now that I've written it down I understand just how it and others like it got me through so many lonely teenage nights - in fact I'm going to stop typing now, because there's something else I need to do...
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