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CAUGHT!!!!	By : Ramsey Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 16278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Daria entered the pizza shop and quickly found her best friend in their usual booth. Jane waved as she approached. It was a Saturday and the day after her intervention of sorts. Jane the fashion club left shortly after she confessed she had a serious problem with her body. Jane had seen no need to push any further then. Just getting someone as stubborn as Daria to admit defeat was enough for one night.

Daria slid into the booth across from her friend. “Hello and thank you.”

Jane sipping on her soda paused and asked for what.

“For trying to help me. I never actually thanked you last night for what you did. Thanks,” she said again.

“Well shucks, Daria, your welcome,” Jane drawled. “So how do you feel today,” she added seriously.

“Better then I did yesterday,” Daria said, munching thoughtfully on a slice. “I stayed awake all night thinking about what you guys did and said. Around 4am I started replaying in my head what Sandi had said, ‘Who’s smarter, you or them?’ and I know that I am. That what they had done was wrong and that I shouldn’t be ashamed. I was a fucking child!”

Jane listened carefully, not flinching when Daria uncharacteristic swear came out. This was the most important part, Daria talking it out.

“I mean, Goddamit,” Daria went on. “Who the fuck were they to do that to me? Now I'm going to carry this for the rest of my life even though I know they are wrong and I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Your right,” Jane said. “Its your body, not theirs. They have no say in what you do with it. And the most important thing is to push through that.”

“And just how do I do that, oh wise one?” Daria quipped, stealing some of Jane’s soda.

“With this,” Jane declared, reaching between her and the wall and placing the ever-famous pink shoebox on the table.

“Oh my God, Jane,” Daria fell forward and covered her face in her hands. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m dead serious, toots,” Jane said in her best tough voice. Jane watched her friend continue to hide in her hands and softened her voice, taking Daria’s hands off her sad face. “Look, Daria, your going to have to do this eventually. If you ever really want to get over what your folks did to you, you have to be comfortable enough to toucur bur body and get pleasure from it. Do you see that?”

Daria sighed and said that she did. She looked over at the box and snatched it up. She got up and headed for the door as Jane asked her where she was going.

“I’m going to do this now while I still have the nerve,” Daria said not looking back.

Jane smiled at the back of her friend whispering good luck as the door swung closed.

We all have to give Daria props for just walking home all the way with that hot coal under her arm. It seemed more then just an illusion that everyone knew what was in the box she held. It seemed an ironclad certainty that every one had x-ray vision and was calling their friends.

‘That freak Daria girl is carrying a vibrator around town. Lets all wait outside her house and lynch her.’

“Okay, maybe lynch is a little strong…”Daria mused making it to her empty yard and heading inside. She was never so glad as to have nobody home. She really didn’t think she could handle an inquiry into the boxes contents from her mother. Jake wouldn’t ask but would worry for some unknown reason.

She trudged up the stairs into her room and laid the box on the bed, grabbed her chair and again went about staring at it. She felt rooted to the spot because she knew the next time she moved would be to open it.

She eventually got up and flipped the lid off to show the pink 7-inch sex toy inside. She turned away and sat back down, staring at it some more.

Eventually again she got up and took it out of the box. She held it in her hand, fully feeling it all over, thinking very graphically about where it had been and what it did. That led her to leaving her room with it and heading to the bathroom. She had no don’t in her mind that the members of the fashion club would give up makeup before letting their unmentionables get a little ripe but still best be careful. She knew what she was doing was dangerous anyway but this was something she had to do.

She took some of Quinn’s liquid soap and washed the shaft very thoroughly and rinsed it off. Then after drying it on Quinn’s towel (if she were the most comfortable person on earth she would still do that) she headed back to her room, closed and locked the door. The lock had been a bribe for Daria to babysit Quinn for one of Helen’s last minute meetings. It had been one of the few times that Daria actually had somewhere to go.

Daria, in grim determination swept the box onto the floor and quickly undressed. Her throat almost started to close but she kept repeating nothing is wrong with this in an endless mental chant.

She laid down on her bed on her back and looked at the vibrator again. She took a deep breath and turned the dial on the end, feeling the shaft start to quiver in her hand. Daria sucked in her breath and thrust the apparatus between her legs and touched it blindly over her cunny with exaggerated strokes.

The word to best describe the feeling was creepy. It was like this hyperactive alien was poking at her body. She let out a depressed breath and switched it off, lying dejected.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked out loud. “Or am I still just that bizarre.”

Maybe she was supposed to be thinking or sex. She tried again, picturing herself with Tom, him on top of her thrusting away between her legs, even imagining the grunts and groans. She flicked it on and attacked herself again with no results. She almost threw the thing across the room this time.

She laid back and thought for a while thinking what was wrong. She did want to do this. But the real reason of this was that she just didn’t know how to bring herself off. No wonder Tom never got anywhere with her. Maybe not even Trent would have been able to. Her mind drifted a bit, going over the differences of Tom and Trent. She remembered how once, she had seen both of them topless.

While Tom had been dating Jane, Daria had come over to find Tom helping Trent load his van with equipment. It was the hottest day of summer and the heat shimmered off the driveway in searing waves. The two boys didn’t even see her come up and stop in her tracks, watching their muscles ripple under stretched skin. Sweat had beaded on their backs and arms from the heat.

Back in her room, Daria suddenly realized that she did feel hot. Very hot and it wasn’t the temperature. She looked down and watched in some amazement as her nipples started to slowly harden and stand up firm. A very faint tingle was building between her legs and up her thighs.

“Guess I forgot the foreplay,” Daria mused. Her fingers hesitantly moved over her breasts, feeling the hard nubs tenderly. Never having touched them when they were erect before she strummed her fingers over them lightly, her mind glazing a bit from the soft shocks of bliss that flowed from the points all through her.

She began to replay that day in front of Jane’s house over and over, seeing it as clearly as possible. Her hands stroked her whole breasts slowly, building up the desire further. Daria wouldn’t let her mind dwell on anything but the picture in her head, letting her hands go by themselves, learning.

The fingers trailed over, between and around her breasts, sliding away from her gently raising chest and down her stomach. Her breathing started to hitch when her hands reach for her vagina, her throat closing again.

“Its okay, its okay,” she chanted her mantra again. Her throat slowly opened again and her hands plunged between her legs.

Her mind went into chaos.

There was a part of her mind screaming, actually screaming, like a child in a dark room with some kind of monster. Every restraint inside of her fought to move her hands away from the bad place, this was bad, very bad, something that was disgusting and wrong! The conscious part of her mind fought back with everything it had, staking its claim in its mind and this body. Tears started to fall from Daria’s eyes as the memory flooded back and her parents screaming at her. She kept her hands where they were.

Eventually, and very slowly, the tempest receded, leaving only a flavor of what was there before, a bad after taste. Daria breathed deeply and felt around cautiously, aware of the moisture that had collected by her previous dreaming and touching. She went back to her memory and let her hands take over again. They searched around for the spots that felt good as she dreamed. One finger brushed her clitoris and she sucked in breath at the sudden jolt. It was so alien to be weird. But in a good way.

She didn’t place any fingers inside herself during all this, jut felt and touched and got to know herself. Her hips made the slightest movement against her fingers causing just a little more friction.

This all started to feel good.

Daria reached over and lifted the vibrator. Turning it on low she laid it lightly against her dampened vagina and slid it slowly over the blood filled flesh. Daria’s other hand lay on her stomach, feeling the muscles clench as more shocks ran through her. Her breath came deeper now, her head to one side with her eyes closed. The endless cycling movie in her head never stopping.

The feeling seemed to crest and then recede, reach up high again, and then fade back. Daria masturbated for another 15 minutes before lifting the toy from herself and switching it off.

She laid for a while, just reveling in what she had done, amazed that she felt no guilt in what she had done. She got of her bed naked and opened her closet door and looked into the mirror. Her usually pale body was flushed with blood, giving her a decidedly rosy glow.

“If anything I’m not so pale anymore,” Daria quipped before shutting the door again. As she got dressed she heard the front door open and shut and Quinn’s voice ring through the house.

“Anybody home?”

Daria placed the vibrator back in the box and opened her door and called down that’s she was. Quinn climbed the stairs and regarded her sister who leaned against her doorjamb.

“You okay?” Quinn asked.

“Still alive,” Daria answered. “Look, Quinn, thanks for what you did for me last night.”

“Oh, no biggy! You would have done the same for me.” Quinn waved aside with a hand.

Daria thought that if Quinn had said that three days okay…

“Guess so,” Daria said instead.

“So,” Quinn said slowly. “Jane was supposed to give the box to you did she?”

“She did.”

“Did you use it?”

“Yes I did.”

“And????”

“Not so bad,” Daria said after some thought.

Quinn fidgeted a bit and said, “so I guess your pretty tired of it by now, I’ll just take it off your hands if you want…”

“That wont be necessary,” Daria said.

Quinn was shocked. “But…”

“I’ll return it to Tiffany on Monday myself.”

“But…”

“Thank you, Quinn. Goodbye.” Daria finished, shutting the door to her room in her sister’s face.

It takes more then just one lesson to learn how to drive after all, Daria thought with a smile, stripping her clothes off again and just looking in the mirror at herself, working on seeing the beauty instead of the flaws.
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