Stolen Innocence - Sex Stories

Stolen Innocence

It was a scorching hot summer day, and I was a typical college girl, lost in my books, not even remotely guessing that her 'Innocent girl' status was about to be impressively upgraded just a few hours later.

But get ready for a twist: If you were expecting the classic tale of my first sexual encounter, I'm sorry, but you'll be disappointed. No one was directly involved in my sexual awakening. I managed to bid farewell to my precious innocence completely by myself.

Let's backtrack to that quite eventful day. Like most teenage girls, I still retained a youthful and cute puffiness to my face, which made me look sweeter than I was. With smooth, rosy cheeks and grey-green Bambi eyes, I appeared as the epitome of innocence to an outside observer, contrasting sharply with the sensual frame of a young woman's fully developed body.

That morning, waking up in my college bed, little did I know that by the end of the day, the sexual side I had known up until that moment, would have been so playfully and embarrassingly challenged like never before.

Usually, teenage girls like me would notice their raw beauty blossoming pretty quickly, flaunting it rather obviously. Even if that was clearly happening to me as well, I seemed to be oblivious to it. My mind was preoccupied with rather different, somehow dirty, thoughts most of the time. I was changing, but not simply in the usual 'teen metamorphosis' from a caterpillar to a common butterfly.

Considering my naughty secretive ...

... mind, and what I ended up doing that day, I regarded my change more into an intriguing 'Slutterfly': a bit shy, but brimming with a playful, naughty curiosity, ready to flutter into a new, much more daring, chapter of my life.

I started to curiously study my new girlfriends.

Why do I feel so similar and yet so different from them?

I quickly realized that there was something quite unusual about me.

I had tried, pushed by my usual curiosity, to talk about sex, a topic that intrigued me like any other. From the other side, except for my lovely flatmate, I was met with some embarrassed answers, followed by a sudden change of topic. I took the hint. I was sexually quite dissimilar to most of them, but I didn't know to what extent...not yet.

That afternoon, I started to understand, vividly recalling how the timid version of myself began to melt away. It was a slow, sensual thaw, starting from the sweat trickling down my neck, across my sensitive, hard nipples, down to my constantly wet yet still virgin pussy.

One blush at a time, I managed to become a still shy but bolder young woman, genuinely free, curious, and passionate about life and all the sensual pleasures that come with it. But most importantly, ready to dare more and more with each passing day.

There had been no red flags, nothing to make me think I could dare do what I did that day, and how deeply it would have changed my view of who I was.

My true sexual nature revealed itself by chance, pinning me ...