Jo Ann's cunt sucked on the soft velvet, and that was when her own orgasm rose swiftly. Having trained herself to come quietly, she did so now, bucking back and forth on her bed.

That was when she realized she was alone in the dark. Her orgasm had once again been self-induced. Her daddy had not been there. No one had been there. She had fingered herself in her sleep, while dreaming.

Now her body was sapped of all energy, and the lovely girl slowly fell into a deeper sleep, a sleep wherein she didn't dream. Totally relaxed, she slept through the night.

The next morning, when she awoke, she realized she had given herself the best climax she's ever had, but it still wasn't good enough. She wanted more… needed more. It was time for her to stop dreaming and to become sexually involved with the opposite sex. But her dream haunted her, and though she knew she would never be able to convince her father to fuck her, she also knew she didn't want to be "stuck" by some inexperienced kid who didn't know what he was doing. She had to start out with a man.

Chapter 2

Jo Ann was quite aware she was a beautiful girl. As she stood before her mirror the following morning, totally naked, looking at her body, she was certain she had all the attributes a woman needed to make herself desirable.

The young woman was five-feet, one-inch in height, and would probably grow a few inches more. She had honey-blonde hair, long and straight, it fell down her back to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a soft blue and she had a tiny, upturned nose with a heart-shaped pucker for a mouth. Her neck was long and slender and she had soft, gently sloping shoulders. Her skin had a natural light tan to it, giving her a healthy look. She had small, firm breasts that were still growing. Each breast had a rosy circle at the end, and in the middle of the areola was a puckered pink nipple. She expected that one day her breasts would grow as large as her mother's.