School Run Mondays Are Such Bitches

So. Somehow, my little unintentional excursion into my body had yielded very interesting results.  Anyway, we’ll pick up the action where my dad wakes me up.

“Oi, Cheyenne, get up already! I’m gonna be late for work at this rate! Quick!,” came the low, growling voice of a Monday morning father. It wasn’t the most loving voice, take it from me. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t really know much about my dad. Yeah, sure I knew the basics, favourite colour, food, music, but I don’t, for instance know what he does for a living, well, I know he does something in investment, but that’s it really. I know, hopeless daughter. -.- Normally he drives me to school, before going to work, because my house is pretty close to my JC. Today though, we were running really late. “Alright, alright, I’m getting in the shower, k?”

Shower though, was the wrong word. Maybe, self-exploration part two would be a better description. Mhmm, hmmm. As I got into the shower, I pulled off my dad’s t-shirt over my head and off and admired myself.  My B-ish cups were forming well, and the nipples were getting aroused with my careless fingers flying over it. They almost seemed to be saying, “Oh Cheyenne, it’s WAY too early to be doing this, sweetheart. We really need to stay in the bed we call your breasts and rest for a while, or we won’t be perky enough for your school bra.” Figuring as much, I let my arm drop to my panties. Drenched as they were last night, 4 hours of sleep allowed it to dry well, but in an air-conditioned room, the juices of my virgin, unmolested vagina seemed to have bonded with the very fabric of my cheap, E2 panties. As I slipped it off my thighs and down to my ankles, my vagina quivered and throbbed, having the same dirty, but way too early thoughts as my nipples were having. Smiling to myself, I reached over and picked up the panties. Sniffing it, I instantly realized what all the fuss was with guys being so into used girls’ panties. Although I’m not a lesbian or bisexual, or anything, I realized how overpoweringly tasty the smell was. At that point I also realized something else. With the fermentation of 4 hours, and the thinness of the panties, and my weird-ish diet, my vaginal juices on the panties smelt of pineapple, weirdly and the same juicy feeling of semen. At this point, one might ask why I know the smell of semen, but yeah, that’s another long story and I’ll save it for some other time. Anyway, I don’t know whether vaginal juices should smell of pineapple and semen, but if any of you want to smell it for yourselves and tell me whether it’s alright, erotic or just plain fucked up, just ask me, maybe I could give it away or sell it to that one lucky person, who wants that stained, and pineapple-ly polka dot black panties. (I’m just saying). Anyway, getting back to the smell, the pineapple smell was intoxicating, frankly, and I was pretty sure that I’ve honestly never smelt anything as strong as that. After a minute or so, a modicum of sanity cooled the lust flowing in my veins, and reminded me to protect this wonderful smell that I’d discovered before it disappeared. Luckily for me, we keep a box of plastic Zip-lock bags, in the bathroom shelf, because with my mother and me having periods, we needed a safe and hygienic way to get rid of stained sanitary pads. Thinking quick, I pulled one out and lovingly placed the panties in it. Assured that the panties would retain the smell, I placed it aside and stepped in to take my shower.

Turning the tap on, I loved the feeling of the water hit me. After all the soapy vaginal juices I squirted last night, and because I fell asleep in an air-conditioned room without washing it off, the juices had stuck to me, and it took a great deal of soaping to get rid of it. Washing away all the juices on my calves and inner thighs, and I started work on that pesky, twitching, throbbing vagina. It was so tempting to just collapse on that toilet seat outside and just fingering myself to another flaming, explosive orgasm. Time, had other plans. Speeding up, I quickly had a few rubs with the liquid soap, but I soon discovered a big problem with this. Trying to clean my vagina quickly, just gave the damned pussy the impression that I was about to sit down and masturbate. I had to find a way to work around this newfound pit of pleasure, and so, gingerly, I dabbed soap slightly at the outer parts,  before trying to clean the inner labia without arousing myself too much. It was hopeless.