The Sexualization of K

Most people probably wouldn't believe Kirsten if she told them that she never had sex before she turned eighteen. But it was true, regardless of how she might have appeared to people. Judging just by her appearance, and maybe even how she acted, a lot of people thought she was the flirty type. She honestly didn't think she was, maybe they just assumed her kind and outgoing personality meant she must be a slut. She did like to dress sexy, though she never pushed any boundaries or tried to show off her body.

That body was what got to most people, seemingly every male and even some females that she saw. During her senior year, she seemed to come out of her shell and people noticed it. Rather than wearing clothes that hid her femininity, she decided to follow the trends and allow her assets to be visible and yet modest. But when you were stacked like a supermodel fitness queen, with 34D boobs and a gorgeous ass, people just assumed things. In truth, Kirsten tired of it. But she didn't want to stop appearing attractive, and in the end she knew it was a compliment.

But sex was still on hold, as far as she was concerned. While her school friends were out fucking their youths away and getting knocked up and infected, she knew there was a better way to go about exploration. She wasn't immune to the normal desires, and she certainly had urges and moments of tempting arousal, but it never felt right. She wasn't sure she wanted to stay a virgin, but there was certainly no hurry to not be one. This mindset had seemed to work for a while, all throughout her high school years, until one particular afternoon.

It was after the last bell had rung, and she had to go get something she had left in the locker room. It was Friday and most kids were in a hurry to get off school property. The gym was empty and the locker room was quiet, so Kirsten thought she was alone. But as she got to the lockers, she heard an unfamiliar sound that worried her. It was a muffled, moaning sound that might have been someone hurt. She had no other thought but concern when she peered around the lockers and saw two people in the corner, oblivious to her presence. It was a girl, a senior she recognized but didn't know personally, and the girl's boyfriend, also a senior. Kirsten's first shock was at seeing a boy in the girls' locker room. It took her a good two seconds to realize that the girl was quietly giving the boy head.

Kirsten literally clasped her hands over her mouth, stifling the gasp that she couldn't contain. Fortunately they didn't hear her, as the girl was very involved in blowing her boyfriend, and he looked to be happily involved in the act as well. After the shock of the situation wore off, Kirsten found herself quite enthralled by it. She had never seen a blowjob before, though she certainly knew what was involved. She had never looked at pornography, never watched a spicy movie on late night cable, and certainly had never walked in on someone doing it. This was truly a first for her, and she couldn't tear herself away.

She couldn't see anything in detail, but what she did find appealing was the reaction of the boy. His face mirrored the extreme pleasure he was receiving, and it was a look Kirsten had never seen on a boy's face before. He looked so happy, even the furrowing of his brow and the grimacing, which might have otherwise been from pain or discomfort, seemed to show just how happy his girlfriend was making him. Kirsten had never thought about this aspect of sex before. She knew from her friends that boys were completely obsessed with sex, and wanted it all the time and thought about it constantly. But she had never stopped to think of the reasons behind their apparent need and desire for sex. It truly made them happy, like a drug that made them forget all about their troubles. Maybe it was even as addicting as a drug, if it was good enough, Kirsten supposed.

This girl, whom Kirsten would have to meet at a later time, seemed to be exceptionally good at it. She could hear the quiet slurping sounds, the wet friction that must feel incredible on this young man's penis. Though she was a virgin, Kirsten was no prude. She never shyed away from the topic of sex, and in fact was very curious about it. The young man was beginning to fidget, getting close to his orgasm. Kirsten watched intently from her hidden place behind the lockers, eagerly hoping to see some kind of evidence of his orgasm. She had to admit, she found herself wanting to see his penis, and his sperm, or any part of him. When he tensed up and the girl's head was firmly lodged in his lap, she knew she was out of luck. Still, Kirsten's panties were beginning to stick to her.

The girl moaned appreciatively, something that interested Kirsten, who had always assumed that blowjobs weren't pleasurable at all to women. But this girl seemed very enthralled at the reaction she had achieved from her boyfriend. His eyes were clenched shut, and his hand was holding her head softly but firmly in place, while he spewed his cum into her throat. He seemed to continue his contractions and ejaculations for an entire minute, and the girl stayed with him the entire time, perhaps not even taking a breath as she sucked on him. Finally, she breathed and let him out of her mouth. She was as reluctant as he was to withdraw. Kirsten could see just a bit of cum on her lips, and his penis finally came into view. Kirsten's mouth watered at what she saw, the thick shaft with veins and a beautiful engorged head, hair peeking out from his underwear. Drops of cum leaked from the tip, and she felt drawn to the sight of it. She had never felt that reaction before.

"How was it?" the girl asked, gazing up with glazed eyes at the face of her lover.

"Great!" he exclaimed, sighed deeply. "Better than I ever had."

The girl smiled brightly, and even resumed sucking on him.

"God damn," he said, laughing. "You are such a slut."

Kirsten didn't like the name he called the girl, but the girl didn't seem to mind.

"Don't tell Carla, ok?" he said after a few seconds.

"I won't, don't worry." The girl finished cleaning him up and stood.

Kirsten quickly ran out of the locker room, hopefully not making any sounds on her way out. She was suddenly fearful of being caught, though she hadn't been before. As she jogged out of the gym and into the halls, she could feel her underwear clinging to her crotch. She had never felt this aroused before. Even the rare times that she masturbated, she had never been this wet.

After arriving home, she hurried to her room and shut the door. No one was home, to her knowledge, but she felt a strange need to be isolated, as if she was guilty because of what she had witnessed earlier. Was it wrong to spy on them like that? Of course, if anyone was wrong here, it should be the two people having sex in the locker room. Still, Kirsten couldn't deny the way it had made her feel. Her pussy still tingled with arousal, and this felt like one of those rare times when she would need to take care of herself.

She knew that for a virgin her age, she probably masturbated very little. It didn't make her feel bad, though the naughty feeling she got when she succumbed to her arousal made it that much more exciting. She had never been taught that it was bad, and she suspected that everyone did it at some point in their lives. Some people did it their entire lives. But sex was just not something she had on her mind frequently. Now, of course, that might change. She could feel her body longing to make a man feel the way she saw the young man had felt in the locker room. Her pussy seemed to throb at the thought of her performing the sexual act, rather than that girl.

Stripping her clothes off, Kirsten sat naked on her bed, her wet panties thrown into her hamper. She glanced to the laptop her parents had bought her, and wondered if she should finally indulge in pornography, now that she knew how exciting it was to watch people have sex. She honestly wouldn't know where to start anyway, so she decided against it for now. She just really needed some attention from herself.

Slowly and carefully, as always, Kirsten began to trace her fingers up and down her body, grazing her fingertips along her stomach and chest. She found her orgasms were most satisfying if she worked herself up first. She touched her nipples, which might have been large on a smaller pair of breasts. She thought they complimented hers very nicely. She couldn't fit her entire tits into her hands when she squeezed them, which she felt flattered by. She laid down on her bed, her long hair falling all around her. She wondered what a man would think of seeing her naked, whether he would find her more attractive than other girls. She was not arrogant, but she knew she was a knockout. Her lithe figure was nicely offset with generous curves that might have only come from being overweight, if she wasn't so fit and athletic. She knew she was lucky to have such a nice figure, and often wondered what her ass looked like. She could tell from the mirror that it was nicely rounded and tight, but she could never seem to get a good look at it.

Her hands found their way lower, until they stopped at her crotch. She loved when her fingers felt their way down her taut belly until she felt the beginning of her pubic hair. Her fingers couldn't do much more than run through it, since she kept it trimmed so close. She felt the smooth edges of her patch, where she had just shaved this morning. Maybe that was what contributed to her arousal, since shaving always made her just a little wet. She wondered if all girls who shaved their pussies enjoyed it as much as she did.

Finally, after an agonizing two minutes of gentle finger exploring, Kirsten allowed herself to touch her private area, her moist pussy lips and engorged clit. She sucked in a breath as she flicked at it, rubbing it in small tight circles, every few seconds dipping her fingertip into her vagina and touching her g spot. Her eyes rolled back into her head when she would do this, pressing on that wonderful spot that built up fluid in her urethra. If she pressed on it enough, she would squirt when she came. That felt so good, she hoped this would be one of those times.

Pressing and pressing on that spot until she couldn't take it anymore, she resumed the small tight circles on her clit, moving her whole mound around with her fingers in a constant motion. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, her vagina responding to the clitoral stimulation instantly. She allowed herself to moan fairly loudly as she felt the tension building in here core, her incredibly slimy pussy ready to release itself into orgasmic bliss. She would only have to speed up a bit to make it happen, but she never did. She always held off, letting the climax build and build until she was almost crying, needing relief so badly that she would just clench her ass once, as hard as she could, and the stars would explode all around her.

She was almost to that point, her face grimaced in pure pleasure as her hand worked, growing tired and exhausted but never relenting in its duty. Her arm burned, but she didn't even notice it as she felt her vagina throbbing and aching, needing to release the tension she was inflicting upon it. Kirsten cried out finally, completely unknowingly, and she clenched her ass tightly, tightening the muscles that would in turn convulse in their exquisite reaction. Her pussy seemed to push outward just then, contracting and squeezing. She imagined if there was a penis inside of there, it would be unimaginably pleasurable for it. Sex was such a beautiful thing...

Beyond the release she was experiencing as her orgasm rolled through her in massive waves, she felt an extra pulse of hot pleasure as a stream of clear liquid spurted from her hole in three separate ejaculations. She had never experienced more than one before, but she was too engaged in her climax to really give thought to it. She just knew it felt amazing right now, nearly doubling the effects of her orgasm. When it was all over and she was panting and sweating, the feeling of euphoria was overwhelming, and she just melted into her bed. For a few seconds, she thought she blacked out, but when she came to she felt like she was riding on a cloud.

"Wow!" she heard herself say.

"I'll say," came a response.

Kirsten's eyes shot open, and she was too startled to even look over at her door. Was someone really standing there? She would just die...

"I thought I heard you moaning," the voice continued. "Sorry to have invaded your privacy."

Not even commposed enough to cover herself, she just turned her head to see who was there, though the voice would have been enough if she had been more alert. It was her brother, Jason.

"Dear god," Kirsten said, rolling over in an attempt to cover herself, but really just exposing her ass to him.

"Nice ass," Jason said.

Why is he still there? Kirsten thought. She was so embarrassed, but at least it was better than her parents seeing her like this.

"Get the fuck out!" Kirsten said, rather weakly though. For some reason, she wasn't entirely shocked and appalled that her brother was seeing her naked.

Kirsten and Jason were especially close siblings, though. Not close in a sexual way, but all throughout school they had been best friends. Jason was a hunky enough guy, but apparently just a bit too nerdy to be popular. Actually, Kirsten always felt that girls didn't know what they were missing, because he was such a great guy. And good looking too, athletic just like her, and really funny. Maybe that was why she didn't bother to pretend that she hadn't been doing what she had been doing. Besides, she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

"Hey, you never swear at me," Jason said, pretending to be offended.

"You never see me naked, either," Kirsten countered.

"Not true," he said, and made to leave.

"Wait, what?!" Kirsten said, stopping him just as he was about to close the door.

He smiled, knowing she would respond like that. "I'm just saying, I've seen you naked before."

Kirsten sat up, forgetting for a moment that her especially marvelous tits were openly displayed. She looked past him down the hallway where their bedrooms were.

"Are Mom and Dad home?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm the only one who got to see the show."

Kirsten frowned and threw her pillow at him, leaving her less to cover up with.

"I bet you liked what you saw," she joked, standing up and walking unashamed toward her dresser.

Jason smiled. "In a strange, illegal way. Yes, I did enjoy it."

Kirsten just rolled her eyes. "Seriously, when have you seen me naked?"

"We share a bathroom, stupes." He always joked around with her like that, but oddly she felt attached to him when he called her funny names. "I don't always wait for you to finish up in the shower. Otherwise I'd be late everyday."

Kirsten threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, forgetting her panties but just wanting to cover herself up.

"Well I can honestly say I've never seen you naked. And I'm not in a hurry to."

Jason took the blow to his ego in stride, though it got to him even though this was his sister.

"That's just because you don't know what you're missing."

He walked off, and for a moment Kirsten wondered if his feelings were hurt. She would have to talk to him more later, and make sure he wasn't hurt. It wasn't that she didn't know he was attractive, but she supposed since he didn't get many girls, he might not know that.

For some reason, just then the picture of the boy's face in the locker room flashed into her head. A strange pitiful feeling came to her just then, and she wondered if her brother had ever received the kind of pleasure that boy had this afternoon. Surely every guy deserved to feel that once in a while. Her brother was 19 now, out of school this year before starting college. He never went out on dates. Was there something Kirsten could do to help him out?

She supposed that most nerdy guys probably never got the chance to get a really great blowjob, or maybe even a really good fuck. They were as inexperienced as Kirsten herself. But still, she could probably get laid any time she wanted. She couldn't say that for the less popular guys. Unpopular girls could always get laid too, if they just put out. But guys especially seemed to really need the sexual release. Was she just having an empathetic moment? Why would she concern herself with this?

Kirsten had always had a soft spot for nerdy guys, maybe because of Jason. He was definitely the sweetest, "coolest" nerdy guy she had ever known. Sometimes she fantasized about letting groups of men have at her body, letting them use her and get off. It was just a fantasy, and one she would probably never live out. She didn't consider such a practice to be safe or even reasonable. But still, it did arouse her to think of multiple men using her. She would have to lose her virginity first, though. She had to get experienced in sex first before she could really start having fun.

She made the decision then, at that moment, that she would lose her virginity and help out the less fortunate guys who deserved to have sexual experiences. Not in large groups, of course. But surely her very nice body could be a dream come true for a cute, sweet little nerd who would absolutely adore her for life. No other hot girl would ever do such a thing, they were too busy screwing around with guys that would never respect them or adore them. And besides, some of those nerds were cute.

That night, after dinner when her and Jason were watching television in the den, Kirsten wanted to somehow bring up the subject. Her best friend, and close brother, would surely have some insight into men that she could use.

"So, I've been thinking about losing my virginity," she blurted out.

Jason's eyes widened, but he didn't look at her. "What? Why?"

Kirsten shrugged. "Not for any reason you'd understand, probably. It's a charity thing."

Jason frowned. "Charity? You think you're a charity case?"

"No, I just want to help out people. People who are less fortunate."

He finally turned to her. "What the hell are you talking about? How does losing your virginity help out those less fortunate?"

"Be quiet!" Kirsten said, hoping her parents wouldn't hear. "Are you still a virgin?"

Jason scoffed. "Hardly. You know that."

"I know that you've never fucked a girl."

He couldn't lie to her. "Maybe. Doesn't mean I haven't done anything, though."

"Yeah, but, you'd jump at the chance, right?"

"What are you getting at? Just tell me."

She sighed. "I walked in on a blowjob in the locker room."

Jason's eyes widened again. "Really. Who?"

"I don't know, but I saw the guy cum in her mouth, and his face, and the way it made him feel..."

"Yeah, that's generally what happens during a blowjob. The guy cums."

"I bet you never came the way this guy did. He was in total heaven, beyond any orgasm he ever had before. I could see it."

"Damn, you sure you don't know who the girl was?" he joked.

"Come on, it's hard enough talking to you about this."

"Ok, ok. Go on." His attention was directed entirely at her now.

"It was just something that I think every guy deserves. Take you for example. You're a great guy, and you deserve a hot girl way more than some stupid jock. So why shouldn't you be getting head that good? Have you ever thought about that?"

"Every time I jack off," he laughed. "But it's just the way things work. No big deal."

Kirsten looked him dead in the eye. "You tell me right now that you wouldn't give your left nut to have a hot girl suck your dick, and let you cum down her throat and make you see stars. Go on, tell me."

"Yeah, I want that, but what's your point?"

Kirsten just looked at him for a moment. "I want to do that for the guys who won't get it anywhere else."