Chapter 1

It had been a long day at school. Two tests, three quizzes, and more homework than Erika had ever laid her eyes upon. Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed to bury her face into the pillow as she groaned. This time though, it wasn’t because she was simply being moody again like her mother always liked to harp on her about. Rather, despite her exhaustion, there was something else today on her mind bothering her. Something that had to do with her body, and her bits down there that she wasn’t supposed to show anyone she didn’t trust. Except the doctor of course, and her mother at the end of every month.

Groaning, Erika turned around. At school, some of the other girls had been giggling about boys as usual. Typical rumor mill, like who was kissing who and such. Like most of the times though, the longer the conversation went on, the more it began to drift towards the topics that the pastor at her church had always warned her not to think about. Things like drugs, and sex, and alcohol, and then as if they knew exactly how uncomfortable the entire thing was making her, when was the last time they had all tried to touch themselves. It was only just her fingers, was it? Had she ever tried to use anything else? Like, maybe a marker or a pen perhaps? Or maybe even a cucumber or a hotdog? Ashley from the next class over said that she had even tried to put a sharpie in her butt once and claimed that it felt pretty good. Then again, she used tampons instead of pads like the rest of them, so maybe it was just because she had more experience.

For a moment, Erika tried to think of what her mother would have to say about the topic. It probably wouldn’t end up pretty well.

“Erika, sweetie, nice girls don’t do that!” she had exclaimed a long time ago when she had first tried to ask, “It’s dirty and wrong. And besides, you’re just eighteen. Just focus on your studies for now, alright?”

Then, with a very suspicious look, it had been over to the bathroom together to take off all her clothes so that her mother could see for herself that there really was nothing wrong with her. Including with that tiny little bump at the top of her slit that tingled every time she happened to think naughty thoughts. And thinking back to the event, the entire thing had been one of the weirdest things she had ever had to do.

“Not here,” said her mother, her finger circling around the tiny little point, “No matter what anyone tells you, never try to touch yourself down here.”

“But why?” asked Erika.

Her mother pressed down against the spot she was pointing to again, and for some reason it was hard to stop her hips from wanting to move.

“Because girls who ignore the rules and play with themselves eventually go mad,” she said, “They get addicted, and then they just can’t stop. And then when it gets time for them to get married, they find out that maybe they don’t love their husbands as much as they thought they did.”

She looked up at her, her face all serious, and Erika very wisely chose to keep her mouth shut about the fact that maybe this was the reason why Dad had left. Even as she was told to turn around and bend over the edge of the bathroom counter. And then lift her butt up into the air, and then spread her legs apart, and then wait there patiently like that while her mother reached over for the lotion to spend the next fifteen minutes or so putting her finger in and out of her anus to see if her privates would get wet.

Slichk, slichk, slichk, the noise would go, and gritting her teeth against the feeling, Erika would stare at her reflection in the mirror along with the slight curve of her shoulders and her back, the miniature ridges of her spine standing out against the smoothness of her skin as it trailed down to her rear. Complete as well with the sight of her mother’s hand sticking out from in between her cheeks, and even as she felt her bits down there start to quiver as if shaking and her nipples grew hard for some reason on her chest, the only thing she could really do was to sit there and wait for it to end.

Slichk, slichk, slichk...

Slichk, slichk...

Slichk.

It didn’t happen every day of course, but whenever it did, it always left her feeling weirdly frustrated and funny. Like there was some sort of swollen ache left over inside of her that she couldn’t quite reach. She would blink, and her mother would sigh, shifting her legs apart even further as she reached down again to spread her open. Then, another tiny poke at the forbidden little nub, and then reaching over for a tissue she would begin to clean her up.

“Have you learned your lesson now?” she would ask.

“Yes, mom,” said Erika, still not quite understanding exactly what this was supposed to be about.

“Not going to try and flick your dirty little bean like the rest of the girls out there now, are you?” said her mother.

“No, mom,” said Erika truthfully, “I promise I won’t.”