Spring Fever

 

My name is Spring, and I am a nerd girl, a prudish, modest nerd girl - much to my annoyance and frustration!

Men don't understand women. Boys don't understand girls. Never the twain shall meet. This is particularly so in sex. Guys are so... free and uninhibited! And they're allowed to be! Nobody is chiding them their entire lives to not act sexual, to not let anyone see under their skirts, to never let anyone see their chest, to always act properly and modestly!

And once they're into puberty, it's a flat out drive to get sex, or at least, any portion of it they possibly can, be it seeing or touching any part of a girl they can without being hit! The more successful they are the more impressed their friends are.

How could any guy understand the delicate dance of morality and culture and custom that every young girl had to undertake? Be too modest and you get dismissed as a prude. Be too permissive and everyone, and I mean everyone is calling you a slut and treating you like dirt!

Even your best friends will cut you down, and you're lucky if it's only behind your back and not to your face. Every girl will sneer at you, and every boy will get the idea he can now do anything he wants because, after all, you're a slut.

It's worse in a small town because everyone knows everyone else's business. You let a boy into your pants and he blabs to his friends and before long everyone in town knows what a slut you are.

The thing is, the fact girls are way more restrained when it comes to sex than guys are doesn't mean we don't have the same urges, the same wild, churning emotions and curiosity. We have hormones too, you know!

It's just that the danger of giving into them is way higher for us than it is for a guy, so while guys can act like out-of-control perverts willing to fuck anything in sight we have to practically act like nuns!

That eases as you get older, of course. I mean, by the time you're a senior in high school what you can get away with is a lot more than when you're a freshman. And if you have an actual boyfriend, one who shows a degree of interest beyond sexual - that is, if you two are an item, well, then it's possible to go all the way without being thought of as a whore.

Assuming, of course, you can trust him to keep his big fat mouth shut. Or at least, that he has nothing much to talk about. I mean, if you just lay there and let him fuck you, well, all he can really talk about is what you look like naked, and maybe make up how much you love sex with him.

The truth is most of my girlfriends didn't have much good to report about sex with their boyfriends. You see, nature isn't exactly fair when it comes to the genders and sex. Boys get turned on in about as long as it takes a particle of light to go from one part of a room to the other, and about as easy as flicking a switch.

Girls are, unfortunately, a lot different. It usually takes us a lot longer and it takes a lot more work, and if guys aren't willing to put in that work - which mostly, they're not - then sex is mostly not all that great.

For most girls.

I am not most girls.

I have always had what my parents would consider an unhealthy preoccupation with my body, an inordinate delight in the way it looked and felt and moved. I enjoyed the simple tactile pleasure of running my own hands over the softer parts of my own body, like my breasts, or buttocks, and as I developed and it became more apparent how nicely my body compared to, say, those girls on the internet, well, I took great pride, my ego swelling, at how beautiful they said I was.

Because I knew by adolescence that the guys went bananas over just looking at those pictures. So if I could look at them, and look at myself in my bedroom mirror, and I was, you know, as shapely as them, my breasts as large and rounded, my nipples as pink and pert, my bottom as well-shaped, then surely, that meant they'd go crazy to see me!

But I have this problem, you see, well two of them. My first problem is that fascination with my own body, which led to a detailed exploration of certain parts of it with uninhibited delight. I discovered masturbation early, and it quickly became my favorite hobby.

And being an imaginative and well-read girl I wasn't content to simply rub my clitoris and have orgasms. No, I had to explore almost every option and instrument I could to enhance the experience. I'd see something on the internet and then I'd try to duplicate it with whatever was handy, be it a bottle or a banana.

And so I lost my virginity fairly early in life, just before we were leaving town, leaving Pasadena, California for a small town in New Hampshire. He was an older guy at school, and we did it in my place when we should have been at school.

It nearly drove me right out of my mind! It was so much better to have someone else touching me there, to have someone licking and sucking at my breasts, to have someone fondling me and then a real cock inside me! I came so badly my insides ached, and I screamed so much that I was hoarse for days and had to pretend that I had a cold!

And then I found myself in a quiet, conservative town in New Hampshire where everyone knew everyone's business. And I knew I had to hide what I was, or else I'd get this horrible reputation!

So in keeping with the town, I toned down my behavior and how I dressed, how I presented myself. It helped that I'd recently been diagnosed as near-sighted, so I had to wear glasses. I have longish brown hair, and I kept it, usually, in a ponytail. I wore conservative clothes like sweaters, and I spent more time in the library than I did out behind the gym - way more.

And the other girls very much approved of me so I made a lot of friends. And I got involved in sports, because that would be spending most of my time with girls and not boys. People thought I was shy around boys, when really I was just anxious about my secret sluttiness being exposed.

I didn't have any other words for why I was so much more responsive than the other girls, and I still had massive orgasms when I masturbated. They were the best when I was alone in the house, when I could give full cry to my pleasure.