Jennifer was only a month away from her fourteenth birthday. She had already developed into a very pretty girl with a very developed body for her age. The problem was she came from a very religious, conservative family. While other girls her age were wearing pretty, skimpy, bikini panties, Jen had to wear plain white cotton briefs. Her mother thought bikini panties were immoral and wouldn't even consider letting her daughter wear such "disgraceful" underwear. Mini skirts were also out of the question. Jen's skirts all extended bellow her knees. Her pants and jeans, which she was not allowed to wear to school, were all baggy. Her mother would periodically go through her clothes and throw out any that would show Jen's developing curves. "Ladies shouldn't wear tight clothes," her mother always said. "Only immoral girls showed their bodies." Even her swim suits were conservative by any standards. They were all the one piece type with skirts.

Because of the way she was forced to dress, Jen was a loner. Her hair, blond in color, was always pulled back to make her look like a librarian. Most of her classmates ignored her. Those that didn't only made fun of her. Jen longed to go to school dances but again her parents didn't approve of either the music or the type of dancing that went on. Boys were completely out of the question and she wasn't even allowed to go to other girl's houses. "Any true friend would be willing to come to you," her father told her. On the rare occasion when a girl would visit her, they had to be either in the kitchen or living room. To go to her room and be alone with someone was not allowed. Her parents didn't want to chance that Jen would be exposed to something "sinful."

Jen's only release was masturbation. She had discovered that pleasure by accident two years ago. She had been taking a bath. As she ran the washcloth over her body, she slipped her hand between her legs to wash there too. As it slid along her slit, Jen felt a tingling sensation. The feeling frightened her but also intrigued her also. Curiosity made her repeat the motion. The more she did it, the better it felt. She closed her eyes and continued to run the washcloth between her legs enjoying the feeling it was producing. She almost fainted when orgasm hit her. Waves of pleasure like she had never experienced washed over her. She didn't understand what happened but she liked the experience it gave her.

Guilt entered her mind after her climax finally ended. She knew she shouldn't be touching herself in such a way. For the next two weeks, she avoided pleasuring herself but gave in again eventually. After that, she would masturbate every time she was in the tub. One time, her mother walked into the bathroom on her. Naturally she stopped her rubbing and waited for her mother to leave. Unfortunately her mother stayed and talked to her. In frustration, Jen finally ended her bath without her usual release. It was on that night she discovered she didn't need the washcloth. She was in bed and, out of frustration, started to touch herself with her fingers. Soon she was able to climax. Her bathtub games ended. At least she was assured of being alone and undisturbed in bed.

She also started to experiment with her clothes. If she was wearing a dress, she would sometimes roll the waistband of her white cottons down to her hips. She knew they were still white cottons but the feeling of her panties riding low on her hips made her feel sexy. After wearing them like that all evening for the first time, she had the best orgasm of her life when she masturbated that night. The idea of doing something daring seemed to make her excitement grow.

Seeking more adventure, one day after school she went into her room and instead of changing out of her dress, she left it on. What no one else knew was she had taken her panties off. She spent the entire afternoon and evening with no panties. The act excited her so much she went to bed early that night. She wasn't that tired but she was so turned on she couldn't wait to masturbate. For the first time, she had to make herself cum twice before she could fall asleep.

The next day, Jen and her mother went shopping. They wandered around the various clothing stores at the mall. Jen looked with envy at all the teen fashions knowing her mother would never approve of such clothes. Her mother picked up a package of underwear for Jen. As usual it was white cotton briefs. Jen spotted some low cut briefs. She tried to convince her mother to buy them instead of the ones she had picked up. After all, they were still white and cotton. They were just low cut. Her mother flatly refused and on their way home from the mall, with the plain white cotton briefs, proceeded to lecture Jen on the "proper" clothes to wear. Jen had heard the lecture many times before but this time became even more infuriated. Knowing she had no hope of changing her mother's mind, Jen just listened and nodded at the appropriate places in the conversation.

When it was time for her to go to bed, Jen was still angry. The night was unusually warm which didn't help matters. Jen lay on her bed wearing her usual long nightgown staring at the ceiling. She wished she had a short nightgown but her parents thought they were immoral too. She hadn't realized how long she had been awake until it dawned on her the house was quiet. Quietly she went to her door and opened it. The house was dark indicating her parents had gone to bed. Her room was too hot to sleep. She walked to her window and looked out into the back yard. She could feel a slight breeze. She knew her parents would never allow her to go out but they were asleep. They'd never know. Maybe if she went out she could cool both her temper and body and finally get some sleep.

Carefully Jen opened the screen in her window. The ground was only a few feet below. Quietly she climbed out the window. A feeling of exhilaration filled her as she stood on the ground. She suddenly felt free. She looked around and saw nothing in the dim moon light. In a way, she was out of her parents control now. She was doing something she knew her parents would never allow. Even though she was in her own back yard still, she felt free. She could do whatever she wanted. Her mind wandered back to her mother's lecture that afternoon. "When will she let me grow up?" Jen pondered. The anger started to return. She hated the plain, white cotton briefs her mother made her wear. "I'll show her!" Jen thought as her hands went under her nightgown. With one swift push, her briefs crumpled at her feet. She stepped out of them, picked them up, and tossed them through the open window back into her room.

Jen walked across the yard towards the shed in the back corner of the lot. She smiled to herself. "If I can't wear what I want, I'll wear none," she thought to herself. Being outside with no panties excited her, added to the feeling of freedom she was feeling, Jen became more daring.

She stopped at the shed and turned to face the dark house. She looked around again to make sure she was alone. Satisfied, she reached down to the hem of her nightgown. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled it to her waist. A grin formed on her face. She stood there with her naked pussy and cute bubble butt exposed to anything or anyone that could see her. She knew there was no one around to look but the idea of being exposed aroused her even more than she was. She noticed a light still on in the neighbor's house.

Jen released her grip on her nightgown and slowly crept towards the neighbor's house. She was careful to stay in the shadows though. She stopped at the big tree in the neighbors yard. It was about twenty feet from their house. The window of the room with the light of was on the second floor. Jen saw no movement in the house and didn't know which room had the light on. She had never been in the house. She did know the people that lived there were about her parents age. They had two sons, one younger than she and one older. Neither boy had much to do with her. They had only lived there for a few months and she hadn't even met them. Her mother didn't think it proper for her to associate with them although she hadn't explained why.

Jen watched the window for a while. She wondered what the boys were like. The younger was still in elementary school. The older was in her school. She thought his name was Rick but wasn't sure. She had seen him and he looked like a nice boy. He was handsome and dressed nice. She hadn't seen anything that her mother would have objected to except that he was a boy. Her mother had given Jen the "all boys are evil" lecture enough to realize being a boy was enough for her mother to reject him. Still, that wasn't reason enough for Jen.

She sighed wishing her parents weren't so strict. Jen then realized that for a while at least, she was free. She could do as she pleased. The smile returned to her face as she again reached for the hem of her nightgown. She pulled it up but this time didn't stop at her waist. Her heart was pounding as she pulled the nightgown over her head. She pulled it off then clutched it tightly to her chest. She couldn't hear anything above the base drum beating in her ears which was actually her heartbeat. Her breathing was heavy. As Jen's courage grew, her clenched arms relaxed. Finally her arms fell to her sides. Her nightgown was still gripped in one hand but she was now completely nude and exposed. Her pussy was wet; wetter than it had ever been.

She stood for a few minutes, covered by the shadows of the tree but completely nude. Had she been standing there in her briefs, she would have felt shame because of their style but being completely nude, she felt aroused. Slowly she turned and started walking back to her yard, dragging her nightgown on the ground behind her. She didn't have to look at her nipples to know they were as hard as rocks. She could feel them. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs. At her father's shed, she dropped her nightgown to the ground.

Her legs were shaky. She sat down on the nightgown and opened her knees. Her hand went to her pussy. She needed relief and she wanted it now. Her clit was poking out from her pussy lips she was so turned on. Her hand went to her sticky crotch. She bit her lip as she started to massage her sex. She fell back not being able to sit up any longer. With one hand playing with her clit, she brought the other to her pussy lips. Her fingers danced lightly around her love canal before one finger plunger inside. She moaned as her arousal increased. Jen's lips were quivering as her climax hit. Everything disappeared from her mind except the intense shock waves eminating from her pussy. Waves of pleasure washed over her.

After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided. Her legs flopped to the ground as she recovered. Her orgasm had left her almost paralyzed. She lay there as her strength returned. Sex finally released her mind and it cleared. She sat up. She was now tired. She stood and picked up her nightgown, not bothering to put it on.

Jen tossed the nightgown through the open window and then followed it in. She stood and looked at her bed. She wanted to just climb in and go to sleep but knew if she was discovered sleeping nude, she'd never hear the end of it. Reluctantly she put on her nightgown. She didn't bother with anything else. They'd never know anyway. After her adventure, she was exhausted. No sooner did her head hit the pillow than she drifted off into blissful sleep.