Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time. by  Djmac1031.  - listen tot he Podcast Looking around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who had just exited the bathroom. “Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?” Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy, trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious. But it was too late. “You look…flushed. Nervous. You ok? Something wrong?” Cindy asked. “No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just…just really gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom. Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell. Come on, dish!” she pleaded. “I’ll…I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy stammered. “You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door. “Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the mirror. Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the woods with Tommy. Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let alone marry. But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the pleasures of the flesh at the same time. She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet. Things to do first. She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s…sperm? Semen? She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to dark patches on her light blue suit. “I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so, noticed another stain. This one in the crotch. “Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?” she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that not even the pool chlorine could drown out. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy her scent. Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts. Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give her incredible pleasure if she just… “Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done, quick.” She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both. Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of…cum, she decided to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere…dried now but still visible on her left breast. She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden whim, she tasted it. The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the thought. “Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly a