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CHAPTER ONE

I suppose it’s probably just a silly thing with girls my age, but I find myself turned on at the craziest times. Sure, a big part of that for me is just that I’m still a virgin and I guess I’m a bit desperate. I’m eighteen years old and in two months I’ll be headed to the college dorms. I hate the idea of being completely inexperienced as a college freshman. Isn’t that the biggest cliché on Earth? Hi, there, I’m Reese and I know how to jack you off but that’s it. That’ll do it. That’ll make me a real seductress, right?

Oh, here’s another one. Once this boy grabbed my boob while we made out. That’s right, I can make all your dreams come true. Lately, I’m horny all the time because I’m so damned desperate to have some experience under my panties. In fact, I’m almost horny enough to sleep with my neighbor. He’s not ugly or anything, but I feel that he’s a virgin, too, and even if he’s not, Bobby doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’s going to be particularly skilled. Aw hell, he’s more like the kind of guy who’s so grateful to get a girl he won’t do anything other than…

I sigh and shake my head. I’m in the living room watching the local junior college baseball team. Yes. I live in one of those towns where high school and junior college sports matter. I’ve been following the Sage Wrens since before I could even say the word baseball. So far, nobody from the team has gone on to anything resembling fame although every now and then a player makes it to the minor leagues.

I’m a big baseball fan.

That gives me an idea. I watch the screen and the players are pretty hot. I can imagine myself going all the way with one of them. It’s kind of a perfect solution because they can think of me as just another baseball groupie and I can get some experience. Then, I just head off to college, newly armed with all the sexual skills I’ll need. I stare at Mike Kanaan, who plays third base. He’s well-built and has a very nice ass.

I wonder…

He’s in his second year, which puts him at twenty years old. He has some swagger about him and a pretty attractive boyish face. I let out a sigh as I feel my hand squeezing my breast and then I giggle. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I was right in the middle of it!

Then, I stop giggling.

Mom is two-hundred and eighty miles away on a business trip with her consulting company. She scheduled a lot of business trips altogether because she wants to make sure she can take the whole Mother’s Day weekend off. My stepfather is busy at his construction company. Even though it’s Saturday, I know he’ll be at the office until three or four because he grumbled about it all morning. It’s only eleven-thirty. That means I have plenty of privacy for plenty of time.

It doesn’t take long for me to get my shorts and panties down to my ankles and my tee-shirt up and over my breasts. The truth is, I’m not very good at masturbating even though lately, I get a whole hell of a lot of practice. I think the problem for me is that everything I think about while I touch myself is just theoretical. I have no real experience in my mind, no real understanding of how anything will feel.

Oh, I can make myself cum, but the orgasms I give myself are always disappointing.

I drive all the negative thoughts out of my mind. Right now, I don’t need to think about what I can’t have. Right now, I want to lose myself in the fantasy. I imagine Mike Kanaan in his baseball uniform, which doesn’t really make sense because I also imagine him in my bedroom. What am I supposed to imagine him in, though? I’ve only ever seen him in uniform.

By now, my hands are working on my breasts, squeezing and massaging when I’m not tweaking and pinching my nipples. I like the sensations that emanate from my nipples. They feel really good, and they make my pussy seem even needier. I don’t have the pressure figured out correctly, though, because sometimes it feels like the pinches are too hard and sometimes like they’re too light.

I imagine as I continue that Mike knows exactly how to touch me. With that thought in mind, I move a hand down to my pussy and I rub it in a circular motion over my clit. It feels good and I whisper, “Oh, Mike. That’s so good.” Then, just like it always does, my mind imagines some of the porn movies I’ve seen, and I just imagine Mike fucking me.

God, I so desperately want to know what that feels like!

The truth is, though, I’ll be okay if sex sucks, as long as when I get to college, I’m not the pathetic virgin. I rub a little faster and I moan a little more as I keep my eyes on the screen and try to imagine how Mike looks without his uniform on.

“Hey Dani,” my stepfather says, and I freeze in panic, “can I get a hand…with…the…” I turn and see him balancing three bags of groceries staring at me. His expression is shocked as he finishes, “the…groceries?”

Both of us look at each other and I finally say, “Oh, God!” I leap up and run as fast as I can to my room. Of course, what that means in practical terms is I stand up, take two steps, and trip because of my ankles being tangled up in my shorts and my panties. I end up knocking the coffee table on my way down, rolling over until I’m resting, dazed, with my stomach flat against the top of the table and my knees on the floor.

Yeah, I end up bent over with my ass in the air pointed directly at my stepfather. As if that weren’t bad enough, I’m kind of stunned from the fall so even though I’m acutely aware of what he saw me doing and acutely aware of what he sees right now, I’m unable to move for a second!

And that makes it worse!

Since I can’t move, he thinks maybe I’m hurt, and I hear the sacks of groceries hit the floor. A moment later, his arm is over my shoulder as he asks. “Are you okay? Dani, are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” I shout. I force myself away from him, get up and rush away like some kind of idiot, legs jerking as I hobble my way out of the living room to my room and slam the door behind me.