Rivkah’s Awakening - Sex Stories

Rivkah’s Awakening

... good it felt. Growing up, I was taught that touching my "privates" was a sin and that good Jewish girls only touch their privates to clean themselves or when they are in their marital bed. Yet the more I thought about Brianna, the less I cared about being a good Jewish girl. I was overwhelmed with the need to feel good. I took off my clothes and laid them on the chair next to my bed. My body was full of excited energy. It begged for attention. I tentatively began touching my body. My fingernails glided over my flat stomach and grazed the underside of my breasts.

Despite living in my body for 18 years, it was a stranger to me in many ways. I was nervous yet felt more emboldened to explore with every touch. I moved my hand over my left breast and felt my nipple harden in my palm. The sensation sent shivers down to my drenched pussy. I pulled on my nipples, and a moan escaped from my lips. I pinched my nipples even harder and rolled them between my fingers. I never realized that there was a pleasure in pain.

With one hand still playing with my right breast, I slowly moved my other hand between my legs. I played with the untamed bush between my legs. The curls felt soft and were moist from my pussy juices. I parted the hair around my vulva and ran my middle finger between my lips. My finger easily slid up and down the length of my slick labia. The sensation was incredible.

With each pass, I teased my vaginal opening, unsure what it would be like to stick my finger there. ...

... I finally took a deep breath and slowly pushed my middle finger into my vagina for the first time. I let my finger rest in me for a minute and then slowly started moving my finger in and out of my pussy. The new sensation sent caused my legs to tremble. As my speed increased, I noticed that I felt a sudden shock of pleasure every time my palm hit the top of my slit. I moved my other hand away from my breast and started to explore the top of my pussy. I soon discovered my clit. My fingers rubbed my clit furiously as I continued to finger myself.

Images of Brianna flooded my mind. I pictured her in her bikini, with her breasts popping out for the entire world to see. Yet, in my mind, I imagined she was wearing them to show me her body, that she wanted me to take her in. I pictured myself playing with her nipples as she moaned my name. I yearned to make Brianna feel as good as I was making myself feel right now.

Suddenly my body shook as a burst of energy exploded inside me. As my first orgasm hit me, I pictured Brianna touching my body. I couldn't wait to see her again, even though I wasn't sure if I would ever get to feel her body touch mine again.

That fear was quickly dismissed. Monday came as Brianna, and I sat in the library studying. Distracted by the overwhelming sexual tension, neither of us was getting much work done.

After an hour, Brianna slammed her book close and grabbed my hand.

"This is ridiculous. Come with me," Brianna whispered, pulling me into ...