Chapter 1

You know how they say that no matter how much you try somethings just happen when the time is right? I'd like to think that is what happened to me. I grew up in London and we moved to San Jose, california when I was 15. London was great and we moved in what my parent considered the 'right' circles, always making sure we were part of the 'in' crowd. My dad is a computer programmer and he created some kind of program that was the first step towards making part of the windows operating system. He had his own company which he sold to Microsoft for a boatload of cash and according to him we were 'set for life'. Mom was a lab technician, dad and her met in college and they had been married forever and a day.

We bought a ranch outside the city proper, just about 250 acres that didn't have anything much on it except a huge house with a pool and a garage with space for about 8 cars at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever get used to so much space after homes in london- think of a mini cooper compared to a tank. There wasn't anyone for miles and miles.

It was kinda nice. I discovered a little later that there was a shed about a mile from the house that the previous owners had their help live in (but that comes later).

Dad starting working for Microsoft almost from the 3rd day we landed and he was away for pretty much all day and I got to see him on the weekends if I got up on time. Mom enjoyed the place for a couple of months and then decided she was either going to shoot herself or my dad or both of them from the boredom. I remember the fight they had over why my mom needed to work. Funny thing was dad wasn't even against the idea - mom just had a bug up her ass and needed someone to vent it on. Mom started working and that pretty much left the house to me for about 3 hours after school everyday.

School was kinda fun. I'd always been very studious and had been on the gymnastics, volleyball and football(I know you call it soccer here) teams back home. I decided I'd give tennis a try too. They didn't have a soccer team at the school but I got on the gymnastics team and the volleyball teams at school (what the hell is beach volleyball?).

One of the things I really hadn't given much thought to was boys, just because with the books and the sports I hadn't really had time for all that. Yes, yes, I know that a 16 year old virgin is almost as rare as a unicorn these days, but what can I tell you. It wasn't like

I hadn't gone on dates or had my experiences with snogging (making out), but it really hadn't progressed passed the rubbing my tits stage.

I think I've bored you all with the background enough a little bit about myself. I'm callista not callie - callista winston. My parents may have been a little punch drunk with happiness when they had me as mom had a really hard time getting preggers, hence the name.

Currently (I'm 29 now) I stand a shade under 6 feet, an athletic body, with perky C-cup breast, topped high with pink (pierced) nipples, I've been told I've a nice ass and I can still fit into my jeans from the last year of high school (3 hours at the gym every day). I have fair skin, brown/gray eyes and long brown/black hair. Dad's American and Mom's Indian.

At 16 I was wearing size A bras and had no ass that i knew of.

Sex wasn't on the agenda, I had a game plan, get to flight school - I was crazy about flying.

I won't go into the details, lets just say we travelled a lot and I was crazy about flying.

Life went on like this for a while - with one exception.

Now on to the part you've been waiting for

Due to the move and late school start, I had to do one more year of school and everything changed the summer that I turned 18.

Due to all the time Mom and Dad were away, and I was pretty much alone at home. There is only so much we swimming/internet surfing and tv that you can do. The parental unit had bought me a car for my 18th and the beach was fun for a while. What they had bought me for my 17th was a dog. Oscar was a American English Coonhound who was more interested in his food bowl than anything else. But he was very interested in other things later.

Mom and Dad had rented the farm to a Mexican family, they would farm and reap and pay us

30% from the sale of whatever they grew. Margarite and Alfonso grew onions, tomatoes and broccoli, they had a son, felipe who helped me lose my virginity.

It happened one afternoon during the start of my summer vacation. It was the 4th day I was home,

Bored out of my skull, I had been playing with myself since I was about 15 (yes yes late bloomer) and decided that I would start my morning with nice diddle. I hadn't really used toys - just my god given gifts.

I usually sleep in my panties. The 8 car garage I mentioned before had an nice apartment above it and I had claimed that for myself. Mom and Dad had their space at the opposite end of the house and I could've moaned to my hearts content and they wouldn't have heard it. I woke up feeling horny (some really intense dreams) and decided that since I was already half naked, I'd use the rest of the morning to diddle myself silly - I started by pulling on my nipples which responded to my minstrations very very satisfactorily by hardening up and sending thrumming little jolts to my groin. I keep my bush nice and trimmed with just a little flame shaped bit of fuzz whose wick is right above my little magic button. My fingers followed the shape of the flame till the base and my fingers found my little button. That was it, I couldn't concentrate on playing with my nipples and both my hands found my groin. My cunt was nice and moist and one on merrily diddling on my clit, the other one spreading open my labes and rimming around my hole - don't know what I was saving my hymen for, but it was still there, hadn't penetrated myself much more than half a fingertip. I was rubbing away to high heaven and pushing in a little, with all the gyrating hips and pulling myself to the edge, holding myself on the edge for a great orgasm. All of a sudden I heard barking and scratching at my door. Mom usually lets him out before she leaves but I guess she decided that he would be the perfect interruption to my morning diddle.

Nothing else to do, I got up opened the door and almost kicked the little shit. He stood there looking so forlorn that my heart crumbled at him even though my pussy was screaming for release. I stooped down and hugged him. I guess I'd touched my boobs during my little play session and he scented pussy juice on my nips took his merry way with a couple of licks which got me all hot and bothered again. I pushed him away, shut the door ignoring his whimpering and put on my trackpants, t-shirt and dragged myself to the door to open it and let him out. My level of sexual frustration was about the same a Mt. Vesuvius before the explosion. I cursed oscar to no end - fucking mutt - I loved him, but his sense of timing was excruciating. Nothing to be done - the mood was broken and even though I tried for at least an hour, my clit and pussy were having none of it, and I couldn't cum.