Act 1: Clean Slate
The sun was approaching the horizon, turning the sky into a sea of flames. Sarah sat in her new apartment, which she had moved into today. Tomorrow, a whole new life would begin in a new city, far away from her parents and her friends. Although sometimes she doubted if she even had such a thing as friends. Her classmates at school had never had a good word to say about her because she was intelligent and inquisitive. They had called her a nerd and often gossiped behind her back. It was only shortly before exams that everyone suddenly became interested in her. It was also the exams that had given her the little joy in her life.
In the last years of school things got a little better. Puberty came late, but was merciful to her, and so she had acquired shapely curves in addition to a slim and athletic figure. Her bust reached a B cup and her breasts were plump and defied gravity as if it were as normal as breathing. The crowning glory, however, was her flowing red hair, which surrounded her face like a sea of flames and slid down her back to her shoulder blades. Sarah had become a true beauty, but she could hardly trust the classmates who had ridiculed and shunned her for so long.
Sarah twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers, as she always used to do when she was nervous. Last month she had celebrated her 18th birthday and her farewell to her parents. Of course, this would not be permanent, she hoped. But for university, she wanted to get far away from her old life and start a new one. In university, she kept encouraging herself, everyone would probably be striving. There she would meet other intelligent people, maybe make a friend. And maybe boys would be interested in her, too.
She was torn from her thoughts by the sun. It just sent the last ray of sunlight over the horizon and it became dark. She quickly switched on the light and lowered the shutters. Then she let her gaze wander over her new realm. She didn't have much. It was a small room, just big enough for a bed, a desk and a kitchenette with a small dining table. In front was a small hallway with a coat rack and a small bathroom, but big enough for a bathtub. She had moved into a dorm, and the rooms here were already furnished. As a result, all she had brought with her from her old life were a few clothes and her laptop.
In a few days the first semester would start, until then she could familiarize herself with the new city. She could buy food in a supermarket that was only a few hundred steps away, drugstore items she would also get there. She had already filled her refrigerator and the closet in the bathroom today. For clothes she would have to take the bus, but she wouldn't be able to buy clothes that often anyway. Her parents would support her, but they couldn't do that without limits either. After deducting rent and the cost of food, there would be little money left, some of which she would have to set aside for tuition. At least for this semester, though, it didn't matter, as her parents had already paid. But you can be happy even with little money, right?
Her eyes wandered to her bed. She was tired, but her excitement was driving her blood pressure up. Would she be able to sleep? The bed was already made up, she had already arrived in her new apartment. But she was not yet at home here. It was too quiet and lonely for that. Somehow she missed her parents and also her little sister was so far away. The daily quarrel had almost become something like a ritual and today... it was missing. She went to her kitchen counter, took a slice of cheese out of the fridge and put it on half a roll. As she bit off the first piece, she lost herself in her thoughts again.
What would the next weeks, the next months be like? Soon the first semester would begin and with it the studying. She had enrolled in psychology and was already very excited about what she would have to learn. She had read that mathematics would also be important, but that didn't deter her. On the contrary. She had always been good at math, but there were hardly any subjects that had been difficult for her in school anyway. She probably could have chosen any other subject to study. But she wanted to know how people worked. What drove them, what scared them. She wanted to understand why life had been made so difficult for her.
Without thinking much about it and still lost in thought, she had stripped off her pants and T-shirt. Only in underwear she had strolled to her suitcase, because there was one thing she had not taken out yet. From one compartment she pulled out a small vibrator shaped like a penis. As she licked over the glans, it snapped her out of her thoughts. Maybe this way she would be able to ease the tension a little. And here, in her new realm, no one would be able to hear her either. Finally, she didn't have to be careful anymore. Even if she did get loud, the muffled music from the apartment next door told her clearly that she wouldn't be heard.
She sat down on her bed and spread her legs slightly. Briefly, she wondered with whom she should share her trip. Sometimes while masturbating, she would daydream, imagining someone stroking her. Mostly it was guys she knew from public transportation. Whereby this was probably an exaggerated formulation, she would never have dared to address such chance encounters as well. Most of the time she was annoyed about it afterwards and some encounters became a much more intimate affair in her imagination. She had no experience of her own, but she had already imagined a lot. Sometimes she even watched porn to see how sex worked. She often heard girls didn't watch porn, and she'd never admitted it was any different for her. Not that anyone cared.
Her hand, meanwhile, had slipped under her panties as if by itself and was stroking her outer labia, just very gently and barely noticeable. A pleasant tingling sensation spread through her crotch and slowly rippled through her body. She felt the gap between her labia slowly grow wetter. Then she pushed her index finger deep inside and moaned. Slowly she almost pulled it out, but then carefully wandered to her pleasure mound. This she circled carefully and felt the pleasant waves of pleasure spreading. With her other hand, she slid the vibrator into her mouth and sucked on it. Her mind fogged more and more and she lost herself in the pleasurable feelings that the hand and penis substitute were giving her. Then she heard herself moan loudly and startled up.
Slowly her mind returned to her new home. She was panting heavily and only her wet panties still bore witness to her arousal, which to her regret had completely disappeared. Why couldn't she just let herself go? Surely she could moan here at will without this having to lead to an embarrassing situation. Involuntarily, the memory of the shame she had felt when her sister had burst into her room while she was pleasuring herself came to her mind. But now her sister was far away. She could simply satisfy herself, without risk. She quickly turned on the vibrator and slid it into her panties. She felt the familiar vibrations on her pleasure mound, but the pleasurable feeling did not return. She turned off the dildo, curled up on the bed and began to cry bitterly.