I figured out how to orgasm

Last night all by myself, and I wasn’t even trying to.

Mom got out the down duvet, and buttoned it up in the cover for winter, but it was too warm. We got a cold front, but not a super cold one. It rained, but it wasn’t even close to freezing, let alone snowing. It was barely even December, but I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to carry it up, and make my bed.

It’s super snuggly, and I had a little game I just loved to play every year. So, after dinner, we got ready for bed, and I snuggled up until I started sweating. Then, I stuck my toes out, and wiggled them until they dried off, and started feeling chilly. Only to pull them back in under the warm covers, and snuggle up until they got sweaty again.

This time, it wasn’t just my toes, and I had to start putting a pillow between my legs. That’s full of goose feathers, too. So, I have to put a barrier cotton over it so the points don’t poke me in the legs, and make them itchy. All this sticking my toes in and out from under the comforter made the fine cotton rub my bare legs, where I used to be ticklish, but ever since I started getting hips.

Well, some girls I knew, who were about my age. That’s 11, but even last year, in 4th grade, some of them were starting to show in the chest. Wearing real bras instead of training bras, but the women in our family. Grandaddy called them “Childbearing hips,” and grandma sure had a lot of kids. So my daddy had brothers and sisters, they had kids, and normally we had a bunch of cousins over for holidays, like Thanksgiving.

Not this year, of course. They weren’t supposed to travel, or get together in large groups, but we got to chat over Skype. And that was okay, mommy made Turkey Pot Pies with the leftovers, and those were always good, but mine wasn’t big enough this year. So for once, I wasn’t stuffed, in fact I was even a little hungry.

Then, I pulled the comforter back, and the air hit my sweaty legs, so I shivered, and wrapped up again. The covers rustled a little too loud, so Heather, that’s my sister rolled over and said “Try to keep it down so I can sleep.”

“Sorry.” I stopped shivering, but she knew about my blanket games, of course. I think she showed me that, years ago, but my toes weren’t sweaty yet. My pitties either, and she shaves under her arms. Her legs too, because she’s a teenager, and she even wears big bras. Well, big girl bras, not like mommy’s 38 Ds.

Teenager bras, but I guess thinking about those, and what’s in them is what made me start to feel a little damp, in my undies. “Huh!” I was a little scared to check, but then I realized that wasn’t due for weeks, at least. It wasn’t “That time of the month,” because I hadn’t settled down to a regular period yet, and it was still spotty.

Not like the bloody mess Heather sometimes got, and I had that to look forward to. Great, but I was really really sweaty down there, and the next time I kicked off the covers, I felt it slipping, a little. “Uh!”

The little wrinkles were damp enough to slip together, and I got a shock. It felt like when you run around in wool socks, and touch a doorknob, only right in the top of my sex. “Hhuh!” I tried to breath quietly, but as soon as I realized what that must be, my heart started pounding in my ears, and my face was already hot, but I could feel it running down my neck.

With the covers bunched up around it, which just made my hair feel sweaty. Then stand up on end when I slipped it down to just my nighty. The thin shoulder of it’s short sleeves, and the little darts that blouse it out to the elastic that gathers it around my arm, and the ruffled hem.

“HhuhHhuh!” That wasn’t a shiver, I was burning up, but that didn’t stop the goosebumps prickling down my arm, and I slipped my other arm under the covers. That left me with one hot arm, and one cool one, but then I felt down to the hem of my nighty, and rolled the pillow under my knees.

Laying back on my back, in the dark, so I couldn’t even see the ceiling, but when I closed my eyes. I imagined someone looking at me. Just the eyes, twinkling in the dark, and little # marks wiggling, and wobbling behind my eyelids. I don’t know why they do that, I always saw those, and I used to watch them when I was falling asleep. Just little orangish # shapes, wiggling, and rushing towards me, but out to the sides. Until they rushed past me, and more appearing in the center. Tiny, and growing bigger, wiggling back and forth, and spreading out as more were born between them.

“Huh!” I wiggled my toes, they were hot, and sweaty again. So I pulled the covers up from underneath, and then the eyes again. Looking down at my toes, and then my feet. My ankles, and my legs appearing in the dark. Of course, nobody was even looking at me, and if they were, it would be too dark to see, but only mom, and my sister really gets to see me in my underwear.

“Huh!” So, I imagined a boy, or at least they were boy’s eyes. Getting a look at my bare legs, and the hairs standing up on my knees. I felt them, and I didn’t even know I had hair on my knees. They were tiny, and probably still to pale to see, but that made me think that I might have to start shaving them soon.

Well, my whole legs, but the knees have to be the hardest part, because they’re round, and they don’t flatten out under the razor, like Heather’s skin does, anywhere else. Which reminded me of going to the bathroom, while she was in there, shaving her legs in the bath tub. It might not be too bad if there was a boy in there, watching me shave my legs.

Okay, yes it would. It would be really bad, before we’re married, but I don’t even know him, and that’s just foreplay for you know what. S. E. X. Then sticking my legs under the warm water, and wiggling my toes, until they get wet, and white, and wrinkly from the hot water.

Between my legs, until I stand up, and the suds running down my body until I grab a towel. I’ll probably have breasts by then, and a neat little triangle of dirty blonde curls like Heather’s but they were always light blonde when they’re new. To scrub dry with a towel, or the soap bar in to make lather instead of a wash cloth. “HUH! Huh,” there it is again. The electric spark tingling up from my panties, and almost arcing between my nipples, like that mad scientist thing in Dr. Frankenstein’s lab.

BZZZZZT! Zap! The little lightning arching up until it lets go of the ends, and disappears into the air, with a little Ozone? That’s what Professor Physics said it was, when he brought the big Van de Graph tower, and let us hold a light tube in one hand so it lit up. The boys making “WOONG WOONG!” Lightsaber noises, and ignoring everything else, because it was cool, and they only got about 5 seconds each.

We lined up, and it was electric, but Professor Physics showed us it was just Static Electricity. He opened up the bottom to show us the discs, half of them turned one way, and the other half the other so they rubbed together, instead of a Tesla Coil. That’s what we thought it was, but it wasn’t. It was a Van de Graph generator, which is like a Tesla Coil only older, and just static electricity. It doesn’t make lightning bolts like a real Tesla Coil.

I guess that wouldn’t be safe to bring into the classroom, and let 5th graders play with it. “Huh!” My toes warmed up, I pulled the covers back up, and this time, my nighty with them. “HhuhHhuh!” My legs were so hot, and I was sweating so bad between them, I had to dry it out with the crotch of my panties. “Hhuh,” yeah. You can look, but you can’t touch.

Maybe, I could invite one of them, or them all. Yeah, now there’s a whole bunch of eyes all around me, and the charge is building up so fast, I can’t stop rubbing the cotton, and my hips even start humping, so before I know it.

“Oh! UhHHHH!”

“Jesus, Phoebe!” Heather got up, and threw her quilt back.

“Sorry,” I held the cover up over my nose, and smelled the sex stink that built up under there.

“Huh, well I have to get up, and go pee anyhow, but you better be satisfied when I get back.”

Caught in the act, I could still feel this weird twitching. So, as soon as she was gone, I felt down to the muscle I didn’t even know I had. It stopped, but now that I knew what it felt like. I clenched it, and realized it was just like holding in pee. It even made my pooper pull up? at least that’s what it felt like, but I wasn’t going to feel around back there right away.

“Huh!” I pulled my feet up, to pull the comforter back down, and just enjoyed the warm feeling all over my body. Especially in my head, but the goose bumps were gone, and the electric sparks ever time my nighty brushed my nipples. They went soft, and I heard the toilet flush, but before she even finished washing her hands, I caught my breath, and drifted off to Lala land.

So, I was satisfied, before she came back.

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