Alyssa looked down at her new purchases, running her hands and her eyes over them.
Lingering slightly on the "Bootylicious" ones, she turned her backside to the mirror and stuck it out as best she could without outright bending over. She saw nothing impressive. Her little five-foot frame had little narrow hips and a little butt to match. Her mother's figure seemed to promise her a more pants-filling rear, but her body had yet to make good on that promise.
Alyssa sighed and wished puberty would work faster. Her breasts offered her proof that she wasn't done developing yet, at least. She would soon outgrow her little A-cup bras. Maybe someday she would be the proud owner of a magnificent booty, but for now the little brunette would just have to wait.
Moving on from the blue briefs, Alyssa's eyes fell on the lacy thong and her lightly-freckled face went red. It was more risque than anything she had ever worn before, but she was considering wearing it. After all she had just done a number on her self esteem over the ruche panties and maybe wearing something this grown-up would help her recover from it.
She stepped out of her white cotton briefs and reached for the lacy thong, fighting her embarrassment with the thought that no one would know she was wearing them anyway. She bent over and slipped one foot through the thong, then the other. Slowly, nervously she pulled the panties up her legs, then over her crotch and finally all the way up her bottom. As she pulled the thong tight she felt a rushing sensation in her stomach, and her knees buckled slightly.
Alyssa caught herself on her dresser and breathed in sharply. Now that the sensation had passed she felt like something was different, but she couldn't tell exactly what. All she knew for sure was that the feeling she'd had as she put the panties on had made her wet. She reached down and rubbed her pussy lightly through her thong as she tried to figure out what was different.
Quickly she came to the conclusion that everything was the same and she was being paranoid. Shaking off her feeling of strangeness Alyssa turned back to her mirror to inspect herself in her new underwear.
The first thing she noticed was how badly her plain, white, cotton bra clashed with her sexy new thong. Her top half told the world she was some boring goody-goody and her bottom half said she was a girl ready for fun. She tossed the bra on the floor. Her tits weren't big enough to really need the support anyway and she didn't want to give people the wrong impression.
She looked better in just the thong anyway, she thought, with her itty-bitty-titties and her hard nipples out for all the world to see. She arched her back to stick them out more and reached a hand up to play with them a little while she inspected herself further.
Looking down at her thong-clad crotch gave her mixed feelings. The see through patch on the front was lined up so that it framed her pussy perfectly, or should have, but she had so much hair down there she couldn't make out any kind of detail. She'd have to shave later so people would really be able to appreciate the view, she thought as she slipped a finger through the side of her thong to rub her hairy lips.
She turned around to see how her ass looked in the thong and couldn't have been happier with what she saw. It was still average at best, "but," she thought as she bent over to emphasise it, "it's enough to get plenty of boys interested if I use it right." She licked her lips and wiggled her ass back and forth, enjoying the view in the mirror. "And hopefully plenty of girls too."
As she watched herself squeeze one of her asscheeks in the mirror she had an idea. She bent, slowly, at the knees and lowered herself onto them on the ground, sticking her ass out towards the mirror more as she did so. Then she bent at the hips and leaned down onto all fours, her eyes glued to her reflected ass as she stuck it out as far as she could, and even a little farther.
Then she moved one hand. First it rubbed one of her tits, barely fitting between her small chest and the floor thanks to her position. It massaged what little tit-flesh she had and played, gleefully with her nipple. Then it slid gently down her stomach, sending tingles up her arched spine the whole way. It met briefly with her pussy, brushing it just slightly through fabric before moving away again. It went around her hips and onto her asscheek, sticking so boldly up for the sake of the mirror. She watched as her hand rubbed passionately against the skin of her cheek, before raising itself up for a stinging smack. She gasped in pleasure at the sudden strike. Then her hand squeezed.
Finally her teasing became too much for her. She smacked herself on the ass again for good measure, then took her wandering hand and shoved it down the front of her thong. She rubbed her pussy lips roughly for a few moments, before finally going straight for her prize. She rammed two fingers up her virgin cunt, her eyes rolling slightly in her head at the pleasure. She watched in the mirror as she jilled herself, moaning as she moved her body back and forth to match the rythym of her fingers. Her currently sex-addled brain thinking her ass right now couldn't get any more fucking perfect. And maybe even perfect for fucking, she thought, but not until she was done with her pussy.
As much as she loved this view, though, her swollen clit and hard nipples wanted attention too. Demanding she have another free hand to give it to them. She took one last good look at her ass in the mirror before flipping herself over, spreading her legs to get her fingers even deeper. Never looking away from the mirror.
She used her newly freed hand to massage her tits and play with her nipples. If she had been able to think at the moment, she wouldn't have been able to think of any time in her life when she felt better than she did right now. Bouncing up and down on her fingers with wild abandon, moaning loudly, and watching her reflection do the same.
Her pleasure had reached heights she had never thought possible before today, and when she finally reached her free hand down to give her clit the attention it was aching for it pushed her over the edge. Her first orgasm was accompanied by her loudest moan yet, almost a scream as her pussy clamped down on her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her vision became clouded.
The next thing Alyssa knew she was panting and sitting on the floor in a pool of her own juices, her thong soaked through, with her fingers still inside her now-very-sensitive cunt. She gasped as she pulled them out of herself, shocked at her own sensitivity and the difficulty of the motion. Her whole body felt weak, though somehow she managed to raise her hand up to her mouth to lap and suck at her juices. It was the best thing she had ever tasted, and she was sure that cum was the only thing that could possibly taste better.
She looked at her reflection, her partner in this sexual esapade, and joked "was that as good for you as it was for me?"
Then her mother called up that it was time for dinner.