I am sitting outside on my parents’ dock with my eyes closed, feeling my skin absorb the rays of the sun. It’s another hot day in the small Missouri town I’ve been stuck in my entire life. I turned 18 this summer, and I still have no freedom at home. With a population of under 8,000 Christian fanatics, everybody knows each other. My father is white and my mother is Japanese-American, so I am somewhat more noticeable in our predominantly white town. My parents opened a family medicine practice in town together before I was born, so they are large figures in the community. Everyone knows my family-The Thompsons. I’ve never been as outgoing as my brother and sister, and both of them are married and living out of the house now. My sister is only one year older than me, but in a town that teaches abstinence-only sex education and encourages everyone to marry young, that’s nothing out of the ordinary. I think my parents are disappointed that I don’t even have a boyfriend yet. They won’t be home for two more hours… I’ll just go inside and use the family computer. Instead of giving each of us laptops, my parents purchased one expensive desktop for the family to share. This way, they are able to monitor everything we are looking at. Luckily for me, they don’t know how easy it is to clear the search history. My parents’ devotion to their faith causes them to be very strict about sexual behavior-no revealing clothing, and no being alone with boys.
Why is it that this small town is like a bubble, trapping people here with their old-fashioned ways for decades? I can’t wait to move away. It seems like all the normal, happy people on Instagram are having sex… I don’t understand what’s so bad about it. Hesitantly, I look around the room before typing “SEX” into the search bar. Instantly, blurred images appear, paired with dirty titles. I feel butterflies in my stomach as my cheeks become warm, suddenly desperate to know what those images look like beneath the pixels. Inhaling sharply, I click on one of the websites. It’s a video involving two very attractive people. The woman is blonde and large-breasted. The man is a tall and muscular brunette. They begin to make out. It goes on for a few seconds before the man slides his hand over her breast. I lean in closer, feeling the heat spreading throughout my body, closing my eyes with pleasure as my clitoris grazes the chair through my pajama pants. When I open my eyes again, I see the couple on the screen fondling each other, beginning to remove each other’s clothing. I recoil inadvertently when the man takes off his underwear. I have never seen an up-close video of a penis before. It’s veiny and hard, a light pink color at the tip. I wonder what it feels like to have a penis like this inside you. Looking at this seems so wrong, but I can’t seem to stop. The camera is positioned in front of the woman, who is now lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, exposing her pink, bare pussy. I look over my shoulder, feeling ashamed for the excitement I felt while watching this woman begin to touch herself, pinching her nipples and moaning. The man crouches in front of her, teasing her with his lips and tongue, kissing as close to her clit as possible without touching it. By the time he finally places his tongue on her clit, pulling back the hood with his finger, I understand why I can feel a wetness in my panties. I clear the search history and turn off the computer, then walk to my bedroom.
By the time I reach my room, my wetness is dripping down my thighs. I scoop it up with my fingertip, bringing it to my face to see what it smells like-just out of curiosity. It has a musky-sweet aroma. I take off my clothes and look at my reflection in the full length mirror by the bed- my small, pale breasts and dark nipples, trimmed, straight pubes, waist-length black hair, dark brown eyes and small, snubbed nose. I guess I could be sexy. I wonder if the people in that porn video would find me sexy. I prop myself up with pillows in the bed in front of the mirror so I can see my pussy and my face. I feel a wave of warmth spread throughout my body as I fantasize about both of the porn stars from the video. I touch my soft, dark labia, spreading them apart to look inside. There is creamy white and clear discharge slowly seeping out. I graze my clit accidentally as I probe around. Wow, that felt good… I almost touch it again, until I hear the voices of my pastor and youth group leader, exclaiming many times that masturbation is a sin, and that our bodies should only be reserved for our future husbands or wives.
I don’t really believe in God anymore, but I’m afraid anyway. Still, the desire to feel that intense pleasure again grows to the point I can no longer ignore it. It’s fine. I think. I’ll just rub it a few times to see how it feels, then I’ll stop. Watching myself in the mirror, I spread some of the wetness between my legs to my clit. It feels sticky and warm. I rub in a circular motion with my index finger, moaning inadvertently within seconds. The moment my fingertip touched my swelling clit, I have been unable to think of anything else. Where there once existed shame, all I can hear in my head now is more, more, more. It just comes to me naturally. I know exactly what I want in this moment. Spreading my legs further apart, I continue to rub my clit back and forth, getting increasingly faster. “Ugh!” I exclaim “Fuck!” I try to hold in the noises, knowing that my parents could potentially come in soon. I don’t even know what would happen to me if I were caught sinning like this. I can’t keep my moans in… it just feels too good. I feel a jerking sensation as my body spasms unintentionally. I watch my face contort in the mirror as I bring myself to orgasm, my legs stiffening and my toes curling. “Mmm…” I let out a sigh while my vagina muscles spasm in waves, until I’m finished. I catch my breath, spreading my legs again and inspecting my swollen clit post-orgasm in the mirror, cum dripping all around my vagina and asshole. Suddenly, I hear my name from across the house “Eve?” I run naked across the hallway, jumping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I poke my head out of the door so that my body is covered. “I’m about to shower, I’ll talk to you when I get out!” I call out to my parents. I turn to face the mirror, remembering how insanely hot my first orgasm was. Maybe it’s time for round two…
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