Rebecca had been trying not to think about sex. God knows she'd tried. But every time she closed her eyes, there was that new boarder filling her mind. She could almost imagine exactly how it would be to kiss somebody so good-looking. Not that she'd ever have the nerve. Her aunt had told her that kissing was a good way to get in trouble and Rebecca didn't doubt it. Just thinking about it made her feel all tingly and weak inside. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was the kind of sensation Aunt Lana warned against.

Outside her window Rebecca could hear the birds fluttering and chirping. Her aunt told her it was because the birds were happy about spring coming. Rebecca suspected there was more to it than that. She suspected that there was more to a lot of things she had been thinking about.

Since it was Saturday she knew she wouldn't have to get up for another half-hour at least. She tossed under the sheet, stretching and enjoying the lazy time of awakening. Because when she got up there'd be no time for much laziness. Aunt Lana kept her busy with housework and whatnot. At least she'd have the afternoon. Rebecca tossed again, feeling her flannel pajamas tangling between her thighs. The pressure against her young cunt made her tremble. Her nostrils flared as she opened her legs slowly and rolled onto her back. Now the flannel was pulling up between the plump lips of her cunt and the friction mad Rebecca moan.

"I'd better not think about this kind of stuff," she mumbled, throwing the covers back and sitting up. Lana had warned her about self-enjoyment. Not in so many words. But the hints had been plain enough. A young girl had to be especially careful in the bathtub or in bed. Her aunt preferred that she took showers, when it came right down to it. Rebecca sneaked in a bath every so often though. And Aunt Lana thought that a proper young woman should always wear pants-style flannel pajamas with the top buttoned up to the neck.