Jessica Simon rolled over in her huge Queen-sized bed, pulling the thick duvet up to her ears.  Her 17th birthday just a few weeks away, she was the youngest member of the Simon family.  She languidly stretched and yawned – school was over for the summer – “mmmmm” she thought to herself.<br/><br/>As always, Jessica slept naked apart from her panties – she couldn’t stand the way clothes got tangled round her body during the night.  And, as had happened on many previous mornings when she didn’t have to rush to get ready for school, her right hand slipped almost involuntarily down below the covers, sliding over the taut muscles of her flat stomach until her fingers lightly brushed over the thin white cotton panties that covered her mound.  Arching her hips upward, her hand slithered lower, two fingers finding their intended target as they rubbed gently between her legs.  Since her recent discovery of the pleasures of touching herself, it had become almost an addiction for Jessica, who now spent many more hours alone in her room than she had used to.<br/><br/>Moaning softly, Jessica rolled onto her stomach, arching her body into the mattress and pushing her fingers harder against herself.  Spreading her legs wider apart, her toes touched against something inside the bed.  In two minds as to whether to let this distract her or not, her curiosity got the better of her, and turning onto one side, her fingers still gently rubbing on the little wet spot that had now formed on the front of her panties – she pulled back the covers.  “Ohhhh my”, she squealed to herself, “where did that come from?”  Lying on the crisp white sheet was a large purple plastic object – an object that Jessica had never seen before.<br/><br/>Gingerly, she picked it up – her eyes widening as she did so – and gasped again as she slowly realised what it was.  Sex was a common topic of discussion amongst her school friends, and they spent many hours giggling about it – mostly talking of things which were purely fantasises in their heads.  Jessica had seen pictures of things like this before in a catalogue one of her friends had smuggled into school – she knew it was a vibrator – but none of the pictures has looked like this.  It was HUGE, her slim hand barely able to hold it - it was covered in various ribs and bumps, and with an odd looking prong jutting out from the side.  Unable to prevent herself, she cautiously twisted the knob at the bottom – and gasped again as the object buzzed furiously into life, jumping out of her hand.<br/>