Amelie Chapter one

My first attempt at this, would love some feedback thanks.

Amelie

The ticking of the kitchen clock pulled Amelie from her memories. Happy memories mostly, some not so happy of a childhood spent sheltered from the world and the world sheltered from her.
Here she was, 22 years old and almost as innocent as a child. I say almost because she had known loss, a great loss of her parents in a car accident the year previously. They were loving parents but very overprotective. Their religious beliefs permeated every part of Amelie’s upbringing, from being home schooled to not being allowed to have secular friends or any friends for that matter. The only people she had contact with were at church on Sundays, and all were older than her with very few people her age.
After her mother decided she had had quite enough education that a girl would require, Amelie was taught how to keep a house and how to be a dutiful wife, which was ironic as Amelie could never imagine a situation in which she could find a husband.
At her parents funeral, she was reminded how very alone she now was as she stood and watched the coffins be lowered into the ground. She made a decision right there, that she would no longer hide from the world, but make the most of every day and open herself up to new experiences.
The first thing she decided to do, was buy a computer. She knew about computers, they had one for homeschooling and she had very restricted access to the internet through it. That would no longer do. She wanted a modern laptop and set up an unrestricted internet access to accompany it.
The second thing she did was redecorate. Not actually redecorating, more like undecorating. She decided that although the church had a place in her life and she enjoyed going on Sundays, she would no longer let it dictate her life and stop her from living. She decided that god wouldn’t have made the world so enticing if it wasn’t to be enjoyed. Amelie went from room to room, moving crosses and religious artefacts and moved them all to her parents bedroom.
Amelie took her new laptop home and set it up, all ready for her entry into the world, via a screen. Now, what to search? After a few false starts, she found what she was looking for. Step by step instructions for self pleasure. She had been taught that touching oneself was a mortal sin but she pushed that out of her mind as she read through the instructions. It seemed straight forward enough but she was a bit confused about orgasms, She had heard of an orgasm and had read that it was a way for a man to impregnate a woman but until reading the instructions, she had no idea that woman, also can orgasm. She wondered if she would know if she had an orgasm or not.
Armed with her new information, she determinedly set off for the bedroom. After a warm shower, she lay, naked, on her back on top of her single bed. She had put soft music on and had dimmed the lights. She wasn’t used to being naked and felt very self conscious and exposed but was also a little breathless with anticipation.
She placed her hands on top of her soft belly and slowly ran her hands up, over her flesh to her breasts and she rubbed her nipples. Her skin was smooth and clear and her nipples were soft and pink. She was surprised to find her nipples harden and lengthen beneath her fingers and the pleasure intensify. She pinched and stroked her nipples and breasts as her breathing became raspy and quickened. Suddenly she stopped and looked around her guiltily. She believed what she was doing wasn’t a sin but those messages are hard to escape.
Relaxing back down onto her pillow she started touching her nipples again and this time, she was rougher, and pulled at them harder. Her warm thighs opened almost as if they were in control and she stroked one hand down until she found her pubic hair. This was where the real business happened, she knew but she still wasn’t really sure what to do. With her fingers, she slowly spread her vulva lips and was shocked at how wet she was. She had read this happened but wasn’t really sure what to expect. She rubbed her fingers up and down until she gasped when she found her clitoris. It was so sensitive, it was almost painful to touch so she placed two fingers over it and started to make small circles. Around and around her fingers went and in no time Amelie was struggling to breath and sweat was beading on her face. She stopped and took stock of what was happening. It was pleasurable, that was for sure. She could now understand why people did this but she wasn’t sure she could keep going as she felt so sensitive down there. She didn’t think she had had an orgasm but couldn’t be sure. Once again she started with the circles and again, after a couple of minutes she stopped. It was too sensitive to continue she thought. Was this an orgasm? After a few minutes rest, she decided to try again but this time, she would keep going. She wasn’t going to stop until she physically couldn’t continue anymore and see what would happen.
Her now glistening hand once again returned to her centre and the small circles started again. Amelie was panting within seconds as the waves of pleasure swept over her again and again. She got sensitive, so sensitive but as promised, she pushed through and kept going with the circles. Around and around. Her legs were stiffening and relaxing in time with the circles and her feet were pointed. She felt hot, so hot and so breathless but she continued with the relentless pleasure. She felt like she was climbing up a hill of pleasure, step by step, getting closer to the top but she had no idea what was on the other side Her panting was loud and she heard moans escape her lips that she had never heard before, it took a minute for her to realise that it was she that was making that noise. Again she continued with the circles of pleasure. She arched her back, almost off of the bed and continued through the exquisite pleasure.
Suddenly, a sensation she had never felt before started to wash over her and she almost stopped the circles but it was like her hand was no longer part of her body. Her hips bucked as she came hard, lifting herself off of the bed in her ecstasy. She cried out loud and gasped for air as the orgasm took over her body and her mind. Her hand slowed as her clitoris increased sensitivity and the sensation slowed and eventually stopped. ‘Oh my god’ she said muttered, with out a hint of irony. She lay, panting, hair askew and eyes closed as she tried to regain her composure.
Now she knew.
Now things were going to be different.
Now she finally felt part of the world.

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