Chapter 373

It might have been a long night for those who kept watch, but I spent mine listening to music. Music which had been old, when I first heard it. I first heard it while riding in my dad's old pick up. I was lost in memories. Memories so real I could hear his voice while the real world passed by outside my door.

My memories were even more real that night, than they had been before the change. The memories of my dad were just as real as the ones of me running through the jungle an hour earlier. All my memories had equal weight for some reason. I expected that it was why my orgasms were so intense even after the change.

While listening to that music and smelling my dad's old spice, I remembered my first experiences with masturbation. I began to rub myself again as I remembered those first experiences. Maybe I read about it, or maybe it was some off color joke between the older girls at school. Something sparked my interest.

"Jennifer have you ever masturbated?" I asked her while we were alone at the school bus stop. I made sure to look away when I asked, because I knew I was blushing.

"Of Course I have silly, haven't you?" she asked.

"Of course," I lied, "I was just curious to see if you did it differently." I said that just to cover my tracks.

"Did you find out by accident, like I did," she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked in return.

"I was rubbing an itch down there and it felt really good. Too good to stop. In a few minutes it was getting absolutely uncontrollable, and then I had an orgasm." she said. "They say sometimes it takes girls a long time the first few times. Maybe I am a natural slut or maybe I had been doing it and just didn't know till I came. God that was almost like dying, but good," she promised."

"I don't think I have cum yet," I said being more or less honest.

"Well when you rub yourself down there imagine it is boy doing it. Imagine it is someone you really like and would like to have touch you there. It makes it so much better and easier to cum like that." That's how I first found out how to do it, I thought while I listened to old music.

My memory was so sharp, I could even remember the anticipation of getting home from school, so I could try it. When I finally got home, everyone was either at work or outside, I slipped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I went there to be sure no one would walk in on me. None of our bedroom doors had locks. Well, I think mom and dad had a lock on their door, but none of us kids did.

I sat on the toilet and spread my legs. I reached down and began to rub my labia. Of course at that time I had no idea what it was called. I just thought of it as my lips. I had heard girls and even some of the boys talk about girls lips down there. After only a few rubs I looked down and noticed how red it was. I thought maybe something was wrong with me, but like Jennifer had promised it felt really good. I mean if felt wonderful and kept getting better, I knew that I could slip my finger inside my pee hole. I put just the tip of my finger inside and was surprised how good that felt as well as the rubbing of my lips.

I was also surprised by how slippery it was in there. It made it easy to slip even more of my finger inside. Having the finger in there made me feel full. Almost like I needed to use the bathroom from the back. I knew that I didn't, and the feeling wasn't really the same, it was just sorta how it felt.

As I moved my finger in and out it felt even better. As Jennifer promised it felt better with everything I did. I worked on myself with my finger going in and out until I had what surely must have been an orgasm. I mean the pressure was dreadful one second, then all of a sudden I felt a dam burst. I flooded the toilet around my finger and I had this huge sense of relief and well being. I felt kind of guilty like maybe I peed on myself or something.

It took me several minutes to recover my wits. I was shaking when I left the bathroom. I was sure that if anyone saw me, they would know that I was a slut for sure. I wasn't sure what being a slut meant, but I was sure that I was headed in that direction because I couldn't wait to get back to the bathroom again.

So that was my first memory of an orgasm and I relived it again that night. The relief began with the fact that I was still alive. Most of the men who stood beside me were alive as well and that was also a relief. Maybe it was that which brought back the memories or maybe I had just gone too long without an orgasm. It didn't really matter what it was, I slipped my hand inside my jeans and began to rub the sensor that replaced my clitoris, I felt myself climb as I stroked it. I even slipped my finger inside my excavation channel and rubbed the fake muscles the wrong way. It felt a hell of a lot like anal intercourse. In the body, which I occupied at that moment, the anal receptors were better than the fake vaginal ones. Over all I preferred vaginal, because it was the best memories, but for pure physical response of the body, anal felt more like the real anal, than vaginal did real vaginal.

Even so, I managed to rely on old memories to explode into several gut wrenching orgasms. I would have done anything sexual, which anyone asked me at that moment. It was a damn good thing that I was alone at the time. Since the orgasms used a lot of power, it was a good thing that I was alone, so that I could continue to charge past the time I would have normally stopped, had I not gotten off so well.