Then, to my utter amazement, he proceeded to shake his penis up and down several times. My fingers left my lips and moved up to my clit. Although I had been touching myself between my legs for some time, enjoying the way it felt, and the flashes it sent through me, it wasn’t until the summer before I turned fourteen that I had my first orgasm, (although at the time I didn’t even know what it was), just that it felt wonderful…I was in heaven, and from that day forward I couldn’t come enough, or often enough. My imagination started to wander…”I wonder if he got turned on by listening to me pleasure myself…I wonder if he got big and hard again while he was listening…I wonder if he stroked himself…I wonder if he squirted again…I wonder how he would have acted if he could have actually seen me?”
I sat bolt upright! Terrifed, I returned to my bed, certain that Ricky had been standing outside my door and had heard everthing, knew exactly what I’d been doing.
