My Awakening - Part 1: The Woman with the Dragon Tattoo

by Zero

*This is based on a factual account, I know because I was there. :-) The names have been changed, but not much else...enjoy!*

If you told had told me on my 12th birthday what was awaiting me over the next year, I'd have said you were out of your mind. I suppose it's that way for the average soon-to-be teenager that we're so focused on the most ridiculous and trivial things, we often don't see what's in front of our noses.

Like most of the kids in the suburban Portland neighborhood which I lived in, I made my weekend fun and school money by babysitting. Despite my early apprehension about it, I found I'd been blessed to get some kids who were well-behaved (most of the time, at least) and very sweet.

One, in particular, was an 8-year old boy named Cory. I babysat him about a dozen times and found him absolutely adorable. He was respectful, quiet, self-reliant, smart, and his blonde hair and blue eyes made him very cute. But the reason I mention him is not because of the fun we had...

...it was because of his mom.

Kathy was in her mid-30's and lived with her son in an apartment nearby the one I shared with my mom and brother. She was a hard-working single mom who spent her days as an administrative assistant at Nike's world headquarters, which was less than a mile from where we all lived, and during the summer, could always be counted on to hang out in the complex's pool.

Since my friends and I spent most of our time there during the few really hot days we get in this part of the world, I got to see Kathy quite a bit, and the first thing you couldn't ignore was her tattoo. When she unwrapped her towel from around her floral print bikini, the radiant red, green and yellow Asian dragon was curled around the outside of her left thigh and across part of her ass.

At the time, it was the largest tattoo I'd ever seen, and with Kathy's lean, athletic build, it was my first exposure to how sexy they could be. When she moved, the dragon would seem to ripple and twist on her skin, making it quite hypnotizing to follow.

One summer evening, as I was watching some TV in my room, laid out on my bed in some comfy sweats and an old t-shirt, I got a knock at my door and my mom walked in.

"Sasha, Kathy's here to see you," she said.

I walked out and found her sitting on the couch in some short, yet baggy shorts and a white tank-top that hid most of the lacy scarlet bra underneath. Her neck-length blonde hair was tied back by a hair band that kept it out of her face, letting her lake blue eyes stand out more against her tanned skin.

"I was wondering if you'd like to make some extra money this weekend," she replied.

As my best friend Jenny was going to be away for the weekend with her mom and step-dad, I figured it wouldn't hurt as I could use put it to good use

When I told her as much, Kathy smiled at the news. "Oh good," she said. "Would you be willing to watch Cory overnight Saturday night? I have to go up to Seattle to pick up some work stuff but I'm going to stay the night and head back in the morning."

I turned to my mom, who like most parents, could be rather be overprotective at times, "Are you okay with that?"

"Sure," he said. "You're just going to be across the courtyard, so you won't be too far away. And if worse comes to worse, you two could always come back here for the night."

Kathy didn't seem to mind that possibility either, "Sweet, thank you so much for doing this! I'm heading out around 1 or so, and we'll make sure you guys can have some good stuff for dinner and dessert."

"It's okay," I giggled. "Cory's always been good with me so it's not a problem. Glad I could help out."

When Saturday came, I made sure I was prepared, putting some movies in my backpack for after Cory went to bed and the book I'd been reading, in case of nothing good being on TV. Crossing the courtyard, a lot of the other kids who lived in the complex were all splashing around and having a great time while their parents were soaking in the deep end or getting some sun. When I got to Kathy's place, the back door was open but the screen was shut, so I knocked and announced myself to the inside of the apartment.

"It's open!" I heard Kathy yell from her room.

I slid open the door and stepped in, having just enough time to kick off my sandals before Cory came running out of his room and locked himself around my waist with a hug. One only had to look at him to know who his mother was, for he had the same blonde hair and blue eyes, along with a cherubic face that anyone would fall prey to. I had a feeling when he got to my age that the girls would be hoping he'd ask them out.

I hugged him back and had to pry him off me so I could talk to his mom. I sent him back to his room to play on his computer while I walked to Kathy's bedroom door, and poked my head in to say hello.

I wasn't exactly prepared for what I saw.

Kathy was standing before me, lightly scrubbing her hair with a towel, as her naked body presented itself to me. Having seen her in her bikini, you'd think I'd wouldn't have been so stunned. But this was so different.

Her breasts were small but round with thick pink nipples in the middle of the triangular tanlines which divided her otherwise bronze skin. Her waist told a similar story as her bikini line was clearly defined around her waist and down between her legs, where a thin tuft of dirty blonde hair resided.

When I suddenly yelped in reaction to the sight of her and inadvertently banged my head against the door jamb, Kathy yanked the towel off her head and immediately covered herself before looking at me, eyes wide in surprise.

"I'm sorry!" I said, "I SO should've knocked first!"

"Jeez, Sasha, you scared the shit out of me. For a second I thought you were Cory!"

"I was just going to say hello and make sure you still needed me."

Kathy sat down on her queen-sized bed to collect herself, while I rubbed the back of my head. Once I got the ringing out of my ears, I realized that she was giggling. And the longer she sat there, the crazier her giggle got, until she could no longer contain it and she broke out in restrained laughter.

I was trying to desperately stop my stomach from spinning over what I saw that I just watched her for a moment, unsure of what to do, but I began to giggle along with her, until at last she composed herself and stood back up.

"It's okay, Sasha," she said, "When you get older and have kids of your own, you'll find this sort of thing's not an uncommon event. Let me get dressed and I'll be right out to go over everything."

I nodded and silently slipped out into the hall and back to the living room. As I left, I could still hear her giggling softly, but dropped down onto the couch and I felt the heat on my cheeks as I blushed furiously.

It wasn't like I hadn't seen naked girls before, having been middle school student who survived many a P.E. class relatively unscathed. And my friends and I all changed into bathing suits and pajamas in my room a hundred times or so...

...so why did I feel so weird about what I'd just seen?

I pondered it over and over in my head until I heard the door open and Kathy came out into the living room. She had on some raggedy jeans and a white t-shirt that barely camouflaged the lacy bra underneath.

"You all right?" she asked as I was still rubbing the back of my head.

I snapped out of my contemplative coma and took my hand away. I knew it would leave a bump later on, but my own dirty blonde hair would show no sign of it. I got off the couch and she showed me through the kitchen for anything I might need and gave me the list of phone numbers for when she was on the road.

"By the way," Kathy said. "You can sleep in my bed. I changed the sheets and blankets this morning so it's all yours."

Feeling awkward about sleeping in someone else's bed, I told her that I was fine on the couch, but she insisted.

"Trust me, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable and the AC's in my room so you'll be a lot cooler," she said.

I could see further arguments would be pointless, and about 30 minutes later, after saying good-bye to her boy, she was gone. With the place to myself, I checked up on the 8-year-old. Cory was still at his computer, looking through a wildlife program his mom had gotten him. I was able to get his attention long enough to ask if he'd been in the pool yet that day. It took little convincing to get him into his swim trunks while I put my one-piece swimsuit on and headed out into the summer air and the cool water.

After swimming and playing in the pool long enough to make our skin all pruny, I had a hard time getting Cory back out again so I could make us dinner. I set up a bath for him to get the chlorine out of his hair and wash up, then peeled off my clammy suit and rinsed off while he played some video games. I put on some clean panties and a pair of comfy shorts under my nightshirt, then got supper made.

Cory and I spent the rest of the evening watching "101 Dalmatians" before I finally sent him off to bed with a story as my mom swung by to check on us. I told her that I should be fine, but if I needed anything, I would let her know right away.

With the rest of the night left to my own devices, I decided to check out Kathy's room and see how comfortable her bed was. Her room was the same size as my mom's, which wasn't a surprise as all the apartments were laid out in pretty much the same way, but her bed was twice as big as mine. Why one person needed one that size to sleep on, I had no idea, but when I climbed on top of it, it didn't take long to see why she liked it so much.

The mattress was deep and soft and as I stretched out on it, I could feel the muscles which had been worked up by swimming and playing around earlier start to relax. I had a feeling it was going to be hard going back to my own bed for a bit after a good night's rest in this behemoth.

A couple of the walls had framed pictures on them and her wide dresser had more pictures of her and Cory and other people who I assumed were her parents or other relatives. The closet was off to the right side of the bed and being a girl who remembered the fun of dressing up in my own mom's clothes when I was younger, I was curious to see what Kathy had in hers.

Sliding the right side door open, I found it packed with dresses, coats, pants and blouses that she had to use for work. When I switched to the left side, however, I found other things entirely. Here was where she kept her lingerie and there was a lot of it. Nightgowns, robes, teddies, chemises, camis. It was like she had raided a Victoria's Secret of everything they sold. There was silk, satin and lace everywhere, and it didn't take me long to find one I thought was the sexiest.

At the time, I thought it was a corset, but later found out it was a bright red bustier with garter straps. Pulling the hanger off the overloaded closet rod, I set it down on the bed and examined it further. The material was nearly transparent throughout and I couldn't help but notice that the bottom of it was closed by three small snaps.

That has to be uncomfortable, but at least it makes going to the bathroom easier, I thought.

I was so transfixed with it that I almost wanted to try it on, but seeing as how I wasn't nearly Kathy's size, it wouldn't fit me nearly as well, so I put it back and closed the closet, hoping I would have other opportunities down the road.

I went to her dresser next, wondering if I might find anything of note there and again, it didn't take me long when I pulled open the square, upper-right hand drawer. It was packed full of her underwear and it wasn't like any was used to seeing. Like her closet, it was awash with silk, satin and lace panties that were nothing like the little cotton ones my friends and I had always worn.

I grabbed a big handful and sat down on the bed to check them out in greater detail. Virtually all of them were string bikinis like the swimsuits she always wore, but some had almost no material on the back. They were the first G-strings I'd ever seen that weren't in a picture, on a rack, or on a shop dummy at the mall.

The material was so light and soft that this time, I figured I could be a little risque and try one or two on. Before I did, though, I went back to Cory's door and cracked it open to make sure he was asleep. The little guy was out cold and I prided myself on using the pool to wear him out earlier, as that meant I was good to go for the rest of the night.

Shedding my clothes, I grabbed a shiny silver thong and slid it up my legs, feeling the distinct difference in the material as I did. When I got to my butt, however, I wasn't entirely sure what to do. The idea of having it go between my cheeks felt so strange and always hated when I had wedgies from my own underwear.

Gently, I finished pulling it up until it felt snug against me, even though the waistband went right up to my bely button and the sides arched over my hips. It didn't feel as bad as I thought, though when I stood up and walked around, I felt the material working its way into my behind, which was uncomfortable, so I quickly took them off again.

The next one I grabbed was a pair of floral satin panties with ruffles that ran along the sides. As soon as I put them on, I knew I liked them immensely. They were as light as the thong, but with a full backside, they were much nicer to move around in and the ruffles grazed my thighs and hips as I moved, tingly my skin and it felt very sexy.

Figuring I should put them all back, I was about to take them off when I found myself not wanting to. Besides, with Kathy gone for the night, I figured what she didn't know wouldn't hurt me. I put the rest back in the dresser and continued my exploration, hopping back onto the bed and opening the top drawer of her bedside table. Finding a few books and other miscellaneous items, I disregarded it and opened the bottom one, instantly finding myself stunned, scared and even a little excited.

There in the drawer lay a large artificial penis and a contoured plastic vibrator. Now, I may have been young at the time, but I was hardly naive about the idea of sex or even masturbation. I'd discovered my own body when I was nine years-old and despite the expectation of young girls to be demure and non-sexual in any way, I'd heard chatter and conversations about it for years.

I could tell you which girls in my school had already had sex either with boys or other girls, which had discovered their mom's toys or their dad's porn stash and even which ones had been molested or raped. Parents always deluded themselves into thinking we were too young to know such things. The truth is we never were and being a wallflower had its perks.

Even so, it was one thing to hear someone talk about a vibrator or a dildo. It was something else entirely to see one up close and in reach.

I took them both out and immediately felt the weight and rigidity of the dildo, which surprised me compared to the lightness of the vibrator. As I'd never seen a real penis up close before, it gave me plenty to gawk at, from the bulbous head to the girth of the shaft and down to the molded scrotum at the bottom. At first blush, it was huge and how Kathy was able to use it and not have it hurt, I had no idea.

The vibrator, however, piqued my curiosity. It was half the size and I pressed the button on the bottom, bringing it to life. The thing buzzed and hummed in my hand so quickly that I dropped it out of surprise. Picking it back up, I went to put it back, but I knew I also had to try it once. The dildo seemed far too big and as I was still a virgin, that would've been too painful, by comparison.

With how much I liked the feeling of the panties I was wearing the more I moved in them, it was hard ignore that I was getting horny Unlike when I was at home in my own room, where I would have to be quiet at the risk of my mother hearing me, here I was on my own, with a luxurious bed and all the privacy in the world.

I pulled the comforter and sheets down and climbed between them, letting the softness of the linens spread out underneath me while my head sunk into the thick pillow. It felt glorious and only added to my relaxation and growing excitement. My nipples were already hardening under my nightshirt and my pussy was giving me the familiar message that it wanted some attention.

Lifting my shirt up to uncover my fledgling breasts, I massaged my nipples, electrifying them even more and heightening the anticipation between my legs, which was something I'd learned to enjoy. Soon, my fingers moved downward, grazing my thighs and bringing me to a fever pitch that could only be remedied by moving inside them.

The gentle clinging of the satin hugged every inch and I traced my slit against it. I gasped and arched my back reflexively, but kept going by adding a second finger and rubbing the area around my clit in tight circles. My legs spread wider and I hunched my butt down, pulling the fabric even tighter against me as I felt the first indications that an orgasm was near.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the completeness of what I was experiencing, cupping my chest with one hand and speeding up the momentum of my other as my hips began to flutter and twitch the closer I got. Squeals and mews became mingled with my breath as I knew the blissful moment was fast approaching and I welcomed its sweet release.

Since I first discovered it, I've loved coming and how alive it makes me feel when my body lets go and succumbs to it. Lying in Kathy's bed, I emitted a high-pitched wail that I somehow muffled between my teeth as I clamped my fingers down on my pussy as it proceeded to dampen her panties. Stars erupted in my vision and my chest heaved and rolled while I brought myself back down.

Opening my eyes again, I soaked in the afterglow for several minutes with my eye always on the vibrator. If it felt this good with just my fingers, how much better could it be with something like that? With the heightened sensitivity of my whole body, I turned it on to it's lowest setting and rested it against me, only to find it subdued by my borrowed underwear. Using my thumb, I pulled the front away and felt the wetness of my pussy as I slid the vibrator against it and turned it back on.

The vividness of the shock was both instantaneous and intense, causing a yelp to leap out of my throat as it went to work. Unlike my fingers, which I could control as my mood needed to, I was at its mercy and amped it up by pushing the button again. The buzz intensified, sending currents of sensual electricity down my legs.

I wasn't prepared how much different it was and soon every other breath was a harsh and visceral cry of pleasure and release on a level I'd never felt to that point in my life. It was exotic and unreal and not only did I not want it to stop, I wanted it to go even higher. My body responded as my pussy got even wetter, filling the air of the bedroom with sexual energy and lessening the friction against the vibrator.

I was so consumed by it that I had to put my hand over my mouth not to wake either Cory or the rest of the neighborhood as I continued to buck and squirm against it, until at last I clutched the toy in my hand and pulled it hard against my achingly ecstatic pussy. The muffled scream I unleashed was deafening in my skull and I felt an entirely new wave of wetness flow out of me as I wailed and howled in the most intense come I'd ever had. Nothing else was even close.

It took everything I had to pull the toy away and let it stop, but even after I pulled the vibe away and turned it off, my entire body from the waist down was so alive that it was indescribable. More than ten minutes later, I'd finally calmed down enough to know that I was going to fall into an incredibly tranquil sleep. Wiping the vibrator clean with the bottom of my nightshirt, I put it back in the drawer before getting up to turn on the air conditioner.

Even the mundane movements sent lingering tremors and shockwaves out from between my legs, making my knees weak and every step sweetly excruciating until I got back into bed and looked forward to the dreams that were on the horizon. The one lingering thought I had before they came was how much Kathy had to have loved it as well, and if the vibrator felt that good, how good could the dildo be?

Cory woke me the next morning, hoping he could have breakfast and watch cartoons. I graciously obliged him with a bowl of cereal and juice, but asked him to behave while I took a shower. Knowing he was a good boy, I knew he would do so for as long as I was in there. What he didn't know was that I brought a little something else to pass the time.

Kathy's panties clung to me as I took them off, the stickiness reigniting the sensations which had carried over from last night. I stepped into the warm spray of the shower and set the larger dildo on the lip of the tub until I had a chance to wash my hair. The fragrant lather streaked down my skin and I figured now would be as good a time as any.

The size of the fake dick still intimidated me and I knew I wouldn't be able to do entirely what it was designed for, but I could to the next best thing. Running it under the water to lubricate it, I leaned against the wall of the shower and positioned it against my pussy. The feeling was definitely different and I wasn't sure it would do what I hoped it would, so I turned around, planting the base of the dildo against the wall and letting myself move along it.

The warm water ran down along the front of my slit as I found a good rhythm, the ridges and veins working their way across my clit and between my delicate folds. I leaned my head against the wall and made sure I had a good grip on the dildo as I used my free hand to part them wider, pretending it was what actual sex felt like.

This time, the orgasm was painfully drawn-out and not nearly as powerful, though it was still enough to make my knees buckle and my cries seem to echo off the tile. In my desire to get off again, I'd lost track of the time and switched the water off with my skin all pruny. Composing myself as best I could, I stepped out and dried off, concealing the dildo in the towel so Cory wouldn't see it, threw my nightshirt back on and made sure it was low enough that he didn't realize I'd be naked underneath, and left the bathroom to see how he was doing.

The boy was still sitting on the couch, enthralled in his Saturday cartoons as I went and got dressed. I dropped the panties I'd borrowed deep in Kathy's hamper so she wouldn't notice and put on the fresh clothes I'd brought in my backpack. Making sure the dildo was dry, I returned it to the drawer, but couldn't get over how much I'd loved what the vibrator had done to me.

I knew that there'd be more opportunities to use it as Kathy would be needing me to watch her son, but the question was, could I wait that long now that I'd experienced it? Deciding that I couldn't, I slipped it into my bag under my clothes so my mother wouldn't suspect anything, then made the bed and went back out to the living room to hang out with Cory and wait for his mother to come home.

My mother came over before she got there to see if we were okay, and around mid-afternoon, while we were back in the pool, Kathy finally arrived. Cory was happy to see her and I told her how he'd been the perfect angel he'd always been when I babysat him. She was glad there'd been no issue and rewarded me with a crisp $20 bill for my time. I tucked it in my bag, which sat by my bath towel along the chain link fence that surrounded the pool and watched her go back in the apartment, seemingly unaware that of anything I'd done in her room.

I went to bed that night and had difficulty sleeping in my own room again. With my mom on the other side of the paper thin wall, I didn't want her to hear me as I tried the vibrator again. Since she stayed up on the weekends, though, I figured I'd have to wait until the morning, when I knew she was asleep and use it then. My pussy felt almost disappointed that it was being deprived in such a manner, but I managed to put it out of my mind enough to finally fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning expecting it to be quiet, but I heard the television in the living room signifying that she'd beaten me out of bed somehow. This meant she'd soon be coming to make sure I was up and that also meant no toy time again. It wasn't until I saw that it was nearly eleven in the morning that I realized how much I'd slept in and I sprang out of bed and went to the kitchen. "Mom, I can't believe you let me sleep so late!" I said.

"I didn't have much choice as you seemed pretty dead to the world. How late did you get to sleep last night?"

"Not much later than I usually do. I was just worn out from all the swimming and running around I did with Cory."

"Speaking of, Kathy swung by and said when you were up she'd like you come back over. I guess she needed to talk to you about something."

"Am I in trouble?"

"I asked her that, but she assured me that there was nothing wrong, so I guess you'll have to find out for yourself."

I nodded, but felt my stomach drop at the idea of what she could want. It seemed ominous that she'd want to talk to me after she got back, unless it was to see if I'd be willing to watch Cory again soon, or even do another overnight, which I'd love given how well the first one went.

I grabbed some grub and got dressed in some comfy shorts and a tank-top, forgoing my training bra due to the heat, and walked back over to Kathy's place. She was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I tapped on the patio door and she motioned me to come in.

"Hi, Kathy," I said, trying not to sound nervous. "Where's Cory?"

"He's out with his dad for their weekly visit, but I thought we should have a talk, because I believe you have something of mine."