Jennifer Hastings found it difficult to get through the day without playing with her pussy at least once. She was a very horny young lady, and it was rather surprising that she was still a virgin – but her cherry had only been preserved by the diligent manual attention that she paid to her crotch. No boy had even got her alone when she was too hot to turn him down, mainly because she always frigged herself off before she went out on a date. She had started masturbating in junior high, discovering the pleasures of self-stimulation almost, but not quite, by accident. She was amazed when the thrill of a climax came racing across her nubile loins; it had been so wonderful that as soon as she stopped panting, she did it all over again.

After that, she played with her pussy two or three times a week, at first, but as she grew older and hornier, she began to frig herself with greater regularity. By the time she was a sophomore, she was doing it every day and by the following year, she had commenced a twice-a-day routine.

She would do it first thing in the morning, while she was still groggy with sleep and the act had a dreamlike quality that she found pleasant, and would do it as the last thing at night, enjoying a long and leisurely hand-job as she drifted towards slumber. Sometimes she fell asleep before she came, but she didn't mind that – it was handy to wake up and discover that her hands were already cupped over her cunt, all ready to start frigging again.

Her cunt was exceptionally creamy.

When she came, cunt juice dripped from her fingers and trickled down into the crack of her ass and soaked the insides of her smooth thighs. She was not a particularly vain or conceited girl, but she was not given to false modesty, either, and she knew full well that she was possessed of a cunt of quality.