Chapter 9

Lindsay Part 1

The alarm clock went off at five a.m. playing one of Mozart's concertos. Slowly, Lindsay's eyes began to shift under her eyelids, and soon they were opening to the semi-dark room. Unlike most of the people in her grade Lindsay loved waking up. It was the only time she felt complete tranquility. Her soft sheets pressed against her naked body as she stretched underneath her thin sheet acting as a blanket. She felt the soft bed on her back, and how good it felt on her bare butt. Mozart's song was moving into its third act as her body was starting to fully awaken and be aware of her surroundings.

She laid in bed listening to the piece as it ended, before reaching over and turning it off. She loved waking up to Mozart. It was the type of music that didn't rouse you immediately. It allowed you to slowly awaken and not be violently ripped from your dreams. It was calming to wake up, like you would know it would be a good day ahead of you. It was also the only type of alarm that didn't wake up her brother or father in the morning.

For the past two years she had done this, ever since her mother had died. Having her mom gone really struck the family. Her dad had grown more silent and distant. Her brother stopped trying to make friends and retreated to his room more often, so she put it on herself to make sure that they can make it through their day. She would cook meals for them, write encouraging notes when someone had a big test, or knowing that her dad had a difficult work day ahead. All she could do was to be supportive and make sure that they were able to live.

Finally, she tossed her sheet off and got out of bed. She stood still for a second, warming up her brain, before going into stretches. She twisted her torso left and right, bending over to touch the floor, and finally lean back as far as she could before standing in her erect position feeling the warmth of the light warm her up.

She walked to her full body mirror that was hanging on her closet's door. There, she proceeded to check her body out. Other than escaping the heat, she found many benefits to being naked. It allowed her to sleep better, and have memorable dreams. She always felt happy and ready for the day, and most of all she was confidant with who she was, and to remind her of this, she sometimes would stare at her naked body in the full body mirror, looking over her every detail and accepting that the person who is looking back is really her.

The woman in the mirror was pretty. She had nice long light brown hair that traveled to the small of her back. She wasn't one of those girls who had to be 'super model' beautiful, so her figure wasn't that of a super skinny girl who desperately needed a hotdog, but not one that would say she was chubby. In everyday life she would be classified as average, and that's how she liked it.

Lindsay stared at herself, seeing the blue eyed girl stare back, imagining that she was a Greek athlete from ancient times. She read a book about ancient Greek sports and how they would be played in the nude. Ever since the day she tried being naked just to be naked, she had realized how proud she was of her body and started becoming more accepting because of it. But, thoughts of last night soon drained her Greek tranquility out of her mind. She remembered having a date, her boyfriend canceling, and then seeing a picture of her boyfriend with her old friend Sam.

She had always heard that boys went out with girls who had the biggest boobs, but she never understood that. Sam had larger breasts than she did, could that be why he canceled thought Lindsay. Looking down at her own breasts, Lindsay cupped each one in her hands, weighing them and trying to decide why boys were attracted to them. She squeezed them, confirming what she'd known for a while: boobs aren't stimulating. Although she knew her nipples have the ability to be stimulating, she learned that boys tend not to pick up on that, according to her girlfriends.

Dropping her hands to her sides, and leaving her breasts to jiggle, she went to her door and grabbed the knob. Her door knob was cold when she touched it. Turning it as slowly as she could, to not wake the boys in the house, she opened her door and stepped out into the hallway.

The other benefit of waking up early for her was that nobody was up. Both her dad and brother were sleeping, with the house empty and quiet for her to play in. With them in their rooms, she was free to be naked anywhere.

In the hallway she stood, taking in the air around her, feeling the air hit every crevice on her body. She felt a shiver travel through her, a tingling feeling between her legs. She always felt like that whenever she walked around naked outside her room, the thought of someone finding out exciting her a little. After adjusting to the cooler air outside her room, she walked down the hall passed her brother room, and into the bathroom.

The bathroom was warm and spotless. A heated floor kept her feet warm from the cold tiles. The sink was made of granite, very nice looking. Beside the toilet was a shower. It was big enough that if you wanted to take a bath in it you could, and had a very elegant shower curtain with sunflowers printed on it.

Lindsay sat down on the toilet and relieved herself. After she flushed she started up the shower, making sure the water was neutral; not too hot, yet not icy cold. Once she was satisfied with the temperature she hopped in and felt the pleasure of the refreshing water running down her body, following all her curves and crevices. Her mind drifted back to the day before, on how her boyfriend was obviously not interested in just her. This made her mad, but she wanted to forget about it so badly. She put her head directly underneath the shower head and allowed her hair to get soaked, the water ran over her face and dripped from her nose, as if it were slowly washing her troubles away. Her hair stuck to her body as she started spreading the water all over, covering every inch. She washed the water over her arms, on her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs, and finally down her legs to her feet.

Doing this made Lindsay feel very sensual, like she was a part of the energy around her, one with her surroundings. She closed her eyes as she mentally felt her body. Her core was warm, and her skin was starting to get goose bumps, her nipples were a little erect, and her breathing was her soul. Slowly, Lindsay sat down in her tub, the shower water hitting her front, as she started to lay back. The water felt great hitting her skin and her body was really reacting to it. Her legs were squirming as she tried not to rub herself, but that didn't last long. Her heart started to race as she put her legs up on either side of the tub. With her eyes closed she started running her hands all over her body, past her nipples, down her stomach, until she reached between her legs. There she felt the small patch of hair she kept, and a wonderful warm opening. She lingered for a bit, setting the mood, before she plunged her fingers in.

After pleasuring herself, Lindsay washed the rest of her body, and her hair, before hopping out and drying off. She opened her mirror, brushed her teeth, and exited the bathroom with a smile on her face, looking forward to the oncoming day.