[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell
[Focuses on: Her, solo]
[Overall feel: Horny but Wholesome]
[For fans of: >!Not-so-innocent shy girls, swimsuits, a budding relationship, female masturbation, a hint of light choking, reading stories in past tense because that’s just how I happened to write this one!<]
She was always the soft-spoken, shy type. Her dark hair contrasted against a pale face, providing the perfect frame for her subtle beauty before falling across her shoulders in tight curls. Baggy clothes were a favorite of hers; tees fell loosely over her larger than average chest and only hinted at the curves to follow. She didn’t attract attention, but was willing to reward the one who paid enough of it. Her modest brand of confidence developed thanks to a few years spent on the swim team, where she found herself in a tight navy blue one piece. She found that the swimsuit wrapped her skin tightly, accentuating her long legs and dragging her body into the spotlight. Though she grew to embrace to the feeling, she still felt butterflies every time she noticed his eyes on her. From time to time, she would playfully arch her back and stretch her legs in acknowledgement of his gaze; though, she would never admit to doing it on purpose.
He was quite the opposite: the loud wisecracker who often walked the line between charming and annoying. On appearances, he was fairly average, but his strong suit laid in a feigned confidence. Though he always had a soft spot in his heart for his shy friend, eventually he realized that friendship turned into something more. The realization spurred him on: he found himself paying more attention to her, complimenting her more often, noticing more little details about her demeanor. It didn’t take him long to build up his courage, and though she wasn’t expecting to be confessed to, on the day it came she smiled wide and happily accepted his proposal.
The relationship that followed was a slow burn of innocent brush-ups, hungry glances, and short but passionate kisses. The pair made a classic combination, the shy one dating the loud one, and their bond grew strong as they found their own small ways to make each other happy. Though physically, both of them were unsure how to proceed. Their desire for each other developed quickly but remained a quiet secret, even from one another. She mostly committed to her good girl facade and kept things relatively private, and he remained oblivious to her subtle teases, his image of her innocence kept him too uncertain to move things along any faster. However, that was a barrier the pair would shatter entirely as they gave in to each other.
With her parents away and the heat of summer beating down, the two arranged a relaxing day to be spent in her element: her pool. The morning of, as she fumbled with the strings of her new swimsuit, a sly smile passed her lips as she imagined his reaction. The cherry red one-piece was a far cry from anything he has seen on her for swim meets: the front was modest but pulled tight in all the right places, the open back was a series of criss-crossing string that ended perfectly on the small of her back, leaving just enough material to keep the top of her butt covered.
She slowly turned in front of her full-body mirror, checking herself over and trying desperately to keep her shy side in check, though surging with confidence at the sight of her figure in the striking red suit. Her hands slid down her sides and curved around to her back while she preformed her signature tease-from-afar, arching her back and stretching her legs, naturally sticking her butt out. A sly chuckle escaped her as she recalled how much she enjoyed catching him staring at her.
While first she thought about his nervous side glance upon being caught, her thoughts quickly changed. As she turned back and looked at herself in the mirror, she found herself struck with a hope that he would one day grab her hips and push himself against her from behind, ready to punish all her teasing. Imagining her consequences sent a shiver down her spine. As she faced forward again and her mind began to wander, she snaked her hands back around to her stomach and felt her familiar lust building up inside her.
She gave in to her fantasies as one of her hands began creeping up her body, sliding her arm between her breasts as she gripped the neck line of her swimsuit. Her other hand followed suit, sliding down her stomach and slowly, carefully, slipping itself between her thighs. Lost in anticipation of things to come, she began gently caressing herself through her swimsuit, parting her legs just enough to welcome the small circles her fingers traced around her crotch. A faint groan escaped her lips, which she silenced with a bite.
Before she realized it she was lost in this sensation, kneeling in front of her mirror with her thighs spread wide; one hand gently caressing both her breasts, sliding from one to the other while and her other hand disappeared in and out from between her of her thighs, steadily grinding harder and faster against her, which only made her more wet with every pass. She caught a view of her hard nipples in the mirror, very clearly outlined by the red bathing suit: a sight she hoped would excite him when the time comes. She guided her hand over her nipple and when her fingertips reached it she gave herself a gentle pinch, letting out a sharp breath. She slid her knees farther apart, opening her thighs to move her hand faster. She pictured herself finally taking control and straddling his lap, while she pulled her suit aside and let her fingers glide directly across her soaking lips, brushing against her clit with each pass. Her breath quickened to a sharp panting. When she thought of the moment she would take him inside her, her finger obliged, slipped between her lips and buried itself inside her. A familiar feeling welled up in her stomach as she explored deeper with her finger and pants gave way to moans. She guided her other hand up her chest, traced her collarbone with her fingertips. Slowly, she found herself running her thumb along her throat, her fingers falling on the side of her neck – a sensation she found always gave her goosebumps.
With her finger still diligently at work inside of her, she closed her eyes and took a loose grip on her neck. In her mind a scene played out of him engaged in a similar routine: She saw him mid-shower, relieving his anticipation to see her, with his head leaned back and hand stroking himself in a perfect rhythm as he lost himself in fantasies just as she was.
That image was just what she needed: her eyes jolted open as she fell forward, her body weak from her building pleasure, but managed to catch herself, quickly removing her hand from her neck. Without missing a beat, she quickly slipped her finger out, spread her lips, and began rubbing herself in fast, rough circles. Her stomach tightened and she quickly reached her limit. Reserved moans gave way to a breathless cry of relief.
Her body tensed and her motion stopped, followed by a wave of satisfaction that pierced through her. Looking ahead, she blinked at herself in the mirror, the image of her leaning forward on one arm with her other hand stuffed between her clenched legs made her blush. Her curls fell across her flushed face as she sat herself back onto her knees and out a long, pent-up sigh. She took a moment to recover before reacquiring her usual overwhelming shyness.
When she finally caught her breath, she stood up to compose herself and readjusted her swimsuit. She slipped a simple baggy tee shirt on over her suit, and eagerly texted him to come over as soon as he’s ready. He arrived within minutes and she moved quickly to answer the door, unable to hold back a sly smile when she realized the fabric between her legs was still slightly damp.
Her parents trusted her to be alone with him on the condition that she behave herself. A smile graced her face as she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.
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???? I’m so ready for the next chapter.
That was amazing