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                                        Lena
                                      All Alone
                       	That particular night I planned to just sit back and
                    relax. I had a bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could
                   have left all my clothes off if I wished. I ended up in an old
                  t-shirt. I might as well have been naked though, because when I
                  sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the arm, my shirt
                  pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it should have
                   covered. Little did I expect that by the end of the night the
                              shirt would not be all I would take off.
                     	My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we
                  share with each other those things of our own we think the other
                  needs or would enjoy. Sometimes it's eerie the way we know what
                    is on the other's mind. He must have known I was going to be
                   alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS tape with a
                    note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.
                     	I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The
                   first time he brought one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By
                   the time we finished watching the movie my mouth was so dry I
                  could hardly swallow, but my pussy was so wet I'm sure my dress
                  was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm also sure Luke
                  knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after
                   that and I always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to
                  watch the guys fucking and licking the girls in the films and I
                   especially liked to pretend it was on my stomach or on my tits
                   their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it into my skin, my
                    pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until
                    their  wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in
                  months. So I especially  looked forward to an evening of fantasy
                    as I took Luke's movie out of it's  container and slipped it
                                       into the recorder.   
                       	The film I put in the player that night, however, was
                  not what I anticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only
                                            about girls.
                      	It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim
                    light. Or it might have just been my mood. In any case, as I
                  watched the movie, I gradually realized my breathing had become
                  shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat beneath my breast.
                  As the women touched each other and kissed each other and rubbed
                   their breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of
                  myself only hinted at before. I found myself wishing I was with
                   them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips being kissed.
                    My face became hot and flushed. I looked over my shoulder as
                      though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
                   thoughts.  My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its
                   cloth touched my nipples  they became so sensitive I found my
                  hand moving beneath the cloth, cupping the  soft underside of my
                     breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make sure the
                       feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.
                      	Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower,
                    began bathing each  other and as they rubbed the soap on the
                  others bodies I became aware of my  other hand slipping between
                   my own legs, pressing hard against myself,  trying to hold in
                   the response that was beginning to rise within my body. After 
                   soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair.
                  When they  finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their
                   embraces. As I watched  their lovemaking and gazed upon their
                    newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced  my first orgasm. I
                  found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as
                   I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
                     finished I  knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than
                   anything else; and I knew the  evening would not be completed
                                    until I had been satisfied.
                     	I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene,
                  turned the TV and  recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I
                    lit some candles, saved in the  bathroom for special nights,
                  turned off all the other lights and filled the  tub with water,
                    scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given me. The 
                   t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its
                  gentle caress.  As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of
                  the shower and recalling the  vision of the newly bared mons and
                  lips, my body took on a new sensitivity.  Each nerve seemed more
                  alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my  own hand
                  to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic
                   hair.  I have never had very much and what is there is sparse
                       and soft. Because of  the blond color, it seems almost
                  invisible. But that would not be enough. I  knew every hair must
                  be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across
                  my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within
                      the  delicate tissue.

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 Sensuality was joined by a veiled
                   perception of fear. Starting  at the top and then moving down
                    and back, I paid special attention to the small  fine hairs
                    around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the
                  vagina  and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay
                   back in the water, my  eyes closed, and ran my fingers across
                  the now smoothed pussy confirming that  indeed all its hair was
                                               gone.
                       	I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I
                   moved to the bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed
                   lotion was obtained from the dresser and  I returned to the TV
                   room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of gentle  music
                    was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
                  started but  without sound as I realized the only words I wanted
                    to hear would be my own  thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I
                  applied the lotion. First across my chest  and then cupping each
                    breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper  sensitive
                     skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
                    areola and  nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the
                  lotion to the surrounding pink  areas, my nipples and the small
                    papilla around them began to project out. But  they were not
                  hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and sensitivity I had
                     not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the
                  screen made love to  each other I realized the only way I could
                  join them would be within my mind  and the TV images had become
                      a barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my  fantasy. 
                       	I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom.
                  Laying on the bed, in the darkness, I became aware of my body in
                   a new way; almost as though it had an existence of its own. My
                  hand returned to my breasts and I found them even more sensitive
                   than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers, gently
                  pulling and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked
                     body. A soft ache entered my pelvis. My hand move down my
                  abdomen. Slowly the tips of my fingers began to brush across the
                  newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me. It was  like a voice
                  from another area of my mind, an echo from another existence. I
                   continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between.
                    But now I didn't need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was
                   flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found
                  there was nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers
                  found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick
                    the passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I
                   felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to rise within my
                    body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
                     fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my
                   vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
                    came back  as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and
                                             clitoris. 
                     	My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
                  slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose control. The
                  feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its
                  pounding and I had to gasp for air because I forgot to breathe.
                    Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into  my
                   pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
                   odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a
                    stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded with sensations.
                   Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina smoothed
                   out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
                      outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and
                    ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and
                  realized it was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub
                   and spread them over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
                   put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
                   used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of
                  my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had
                  taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner,
                      it was my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.
                       	I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the
                    fog of sensuality was replaced with an overwhelming need for
                  sleep. As I fell into a deep sleep, I thought of Luke and how I
                   was going to explain my response to his movie. I also wondered
                          if there was anyone else I could share it with.
                                    	Good night and sleep tight.
                                             						Lena
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