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Sleepover SurpriseA very late “bloomer” both physically and socially, I was quite shy,because of my immature body and my lack of social graces. I had hadseveral dates, though nothing very serious. My breasts had just becomefull, blooming at last from the little nubs I had lived with for sometime. They had, at last, assumed a breast shape, so admired inmagazines. Small, pink, pointed nipples that got so hard sometimes,like tiny, little diamonds, and so very sensitive, aching to betouched. My breasts, though full and shapely, were small, but myfigure was developed. Very well shaped legs and full, rounded hipswith a slender waist. Physically, the end result was a woman withsmall breasts. This would plague me most of my life. I did learn tolive with it, though, and to become not so overly sensitive about it.The thing that bothered me at this time of my life, however, was thealmost total lack of pubic hair. There was a bit of blonde fuzz in apatch right at the top of the slit, but other than that, I looked justas I had all my life. It was really frustrating to me that havingfinally achieved the breasts I had longed for so long, my bodywould play its joke on me by failing to give me the mark of a realwoman. This, being a very private place, wouldn’t have bothered meso much, except for the rule in California that students would have totake P.E. classes through all 4 years of high school. Picture a verylarge class of teens in various stages of secondary sexual development,all in a huge locker room after having showered, (another requirement).Most girls were fully developed in all ways. Some freshmen, of course,had a ways to go, but that was accepted as a normal part of life. Inmy case, I had most of the attributes of a woman, but seriously lackedin just one very obvious area, and as such, was the object of someamusement to some of the girls. I tried so many things to cover up inthese periods, but it got to the point that I actually hated the class.I was so sensitive about it that it began to affect my social life.One day my best friend, Carolyn, asked me to stay overnight with her.This was a thing we did whenever we could and was a nice thing for bothof us. We could talk about boys and pretend that we knew so much morethan we really did about sex and life. We would listen to records andjust lie around in our nightgowns and giggle and talk. It was always apleasant experience having her over to my house for the night or forher to have me over to her house.I went home after school, got my things together and went to Carolyn’shouse. On this particular occasion, however, things were just a littledifferent. Her parents had parked a “mobile home,” what we today wouldcall an RV, out in the back of the house. It was quite large, having its own bath, a full bedroom, small living room, etc. After dinner anda few pleasantries with her parents, we retired to the RV.Typically, the dress for one of these ‘sleep overs’ would be modestcotton nighties. However, Carolyn, after going to the bath to change,came out in a pink baby doll outfit. I knew she had one, because shehad shown it to me a while before, but I had never seen it on her. Imust have appeared to have been shocked, because she just smiled at meand followed the motion of my eyes as I looked with envy at herbeautiful breasts.The look on her face was something that lives on in my memory. Theexpression was at the same time knowing and shy. The ageless MonaLisa smile of a woman with something on her mind. I wondered at thisturn of events, was a bit bothered in fact, but I had no inkling ofwhat was to come. I know now the feeling was sexual, but at the time Ihonestly didn’t have any frame of reference from which to compare it.I just knew I felt funny güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and a bit uncomfortable.I stepped into the bathroom to put on my old cotton. I brushed myhair, brushed my teeth and generally got ready for the evening. As Ilooked at myself in the mirror, I recalled the look on her face and hadto wonder again what that look meant. As I peered at my reflection, Inoticed my own nipples were very erect and pushing against the cottonof the nightgown. My cheeks were very flushed.”Why did she look at me like that? What was in that look? Why am Ifeeling so nervous now? Why are my nipples so hard and so excited?What is happening to me?”I returned to the bedroom to find her laying on her side, once againlooking at me. I was fully conscious of the possible sexualimplications then, and knew I was blushing, because she told me torelax and to take it easy. She opened a drawer, removed a yellowbundle, handed it to me and told me to put it on. Now, she didn’t livein that RV, so I knew she must have put that little bundle there beforewe came out. I took it and looked at it. It was soft and silky. Iwent back to the bath, took off my nightgown and, standing there naked,saw what I had. It was the softest, prettiest, filmiest little nightieI had ever seen. Made of the softest silk, it was nearly transparent.It was WONDERFUL! So sensual, so sexy, so grown up. I had never seenanything so lovely in my life.Standing there naked, holding this bit of filmy wonder, I looked againat my own body. My nipples felt like they were ready to burst now.So hard. Like little diamonds. The feelings that were coming to mefrom between my legs were almost too much to bear. The fact thatCarolyn had given me this to put on removed any doubt from my mind ofwhat she had in her mind. The excitement coursing through my veins wasalmost more than I could bear. Visions of her body danced through myhead. Of what we were going to do.I slipped the top over my head, feeling the smoothness flow down mybody. Stepping into the little panties was like stepping into a cloud.When I had them on, I pulled them up tight and looked in the mirror.The fabric was clinging to me in such a way that the lips were outlinedas if there were nothing at all there. The silk was semi-transparent.Everything was visible. Then confusion and fear. What do you doanyway with a girl? I’d never even thought about sex with a girlbefore. What if I do it wrong? What if I’d read her wrong? What if Ido something to make her think I was a pervert or something? Gettingmyself together to go out into the bedroom was nearly all that I coulddo. I was scared, excited, filled with curiosity, fear, shame — allemotions mixed up together.I emerged from the bath and saw her again, laying the same way. I knewI hadn’t misread her. Her body was outlined by the material of hernightie, too, and I saw her fully, for the first time as a woman. Herbreasts were full, round and beautifully shaped. Her waist was tiny,swelling into round, womanly hips. The whole picture was one ofwomanly sensuality. Where before she was my closest confidant and bestfriend, now she was a sexual image – and that excited me.I walked to her and sat down at the edge of the bed. She was stilllooking at me, and by now I was just looking back. Our eyes met andheld each other. No shyness, no pretenses now. We both knew what wasgoing to happen, and we both anxiously wanted it. We both knew thiswas supposed to happen.She said I looked very pretty in yellow. I told her it made me feelbeautiful. She said, “You are beautiful,” and put her hand on myshoulder. Her fingers slid down the strap of the nightie, trailingdown to my very erect nipple. She ran her finger https://bahismrt.com very lightly aroundthe hardness. I forgot to breathe. It literally took my breath away.The feeling was exquisite.By the time I caught my breath, she was very lightly rubbing my wholebreast with her hand. The nightie slid around between her hand and mybreast. I very tentatively reached out to touch her. As my fingerstraced her outline, I began to feel a little lightheaded. Her breastswere very warm and firm and soft at the same time. And her nippleswere hard like mine.It seemed like my pussy was throbbing. I felt the ache deep inside me.The sensations of touching and being touched in such a forbidden, butcompelling way was too much for me. I laid back on the bed. She askedif I was OK and could she help. She was on her side, holding herselfup with one hand. I said I was fine now, and she could help by lettingme put my hands under her nightie and touching her naked body. She satup on her hip and lifted the top over her head. Her breasts blossomedforth. Even though I had seen naked girls before in P.E., I had neverreally looked at such close range at any other naked breasts, much lesstouch them. She leaned back over me. They were right there in frontof my face.I could smell her body, her perfume and powder. They say the sense ofsmell is the strongest, and it must be so. I can still smell thosewonderful smells today.I reached up and touched a nipple very gently, then the other. Irolled one between thumb and forefinger. They were so hard. Pink andsoft, yet so hard. I gave one nipple a pinch.”Do it harder,” she said.As I did, she leaned closer to me. Almost by instinct, I began to kissthe nearest nipple, then took it in my mouth, sucking gently, thenharder. First one, then the other. I began to kiss and lick herentire breasts. They were very full and white, which highlighted herdeep pink nipple even more. It was all so very exciting – and felt sonatural, so loving.She was straddling me by now rubbing her pussy against mine. She satback and pushed my nightie top up. She pinched my nipples and leanedover to suck them until I thought they would pop. I could hear myselfgroaning. We rolled over and lay facing each other. We rubbed ourtits against each other, and the entire front of our bodies werepressed tightly together. I was sure I could feel her pubic hairrubbing against my leg. She reached around and began squeezing thecheeks of my ass. Closeup images of her breasts danced through my mindalong with the wonderful sensations I was feeling.In a very smooth movement, she started to pull the panties over myhips. Instinctively, I grabbed for the front of them to keep them on.I saw that look from her again and happily let go. I kept my legsclose together, though, and rolled over onto my back. She said toclose my eyes and enjoy the sensations. She began stroking the frontof my pussy. I was a little embarrassed, because I was almost naked ofany hair. I knew what she was seeing, because I had looked at myselfvery closely with a mirror many times when I had been exploring mybody. My pussy was very plump at the outer lips, and the inner lipswere always pink and wet and protruding. Once, when very excited, Ihad seen my clitoris. She was gently stroking my pussy with herfingers. She slid one finger into the front of the slit, and at thesame time, turned her hand sideways to open up my legs. I felt thepressure of her hand, and slowly, I opened my legs a little. I felt arush of cool air surround my pussy. Her finger penetrated deeper torub back and forth in the slit. I realized I was lifting my hipstrying to get more of me in contact with that lovely finger. I openedmy legs further, all pretense gone now. I wanted her touch now morethan anything.At last I felt her finger contact that wonderful, little “pool ofwetness” that I knew I had. Just between my lips, down low, right atthe opening to my body. My lips kept it there, waiting for a finger totouch, so it could do it’s job and get everything really wet. Shemoved her finger a little before I felt it slowly enter me. I had putmy own finger in me before, but it never felt like this. Deeper anddeeper into me it slid. I had never gone this deep before. I felt itmove in, then out of me.Then she did the most incredible thing. She pressed her mouth againstmy pussy, licking and sliding her tongue up and down in my slit. Herfinger was still in me, making the nicest, wettest noises. I felt hertongue go up and down my slit, lingering at the top, trying to makefull contact with my clitoris. She moved a bit, and I spread my legsmore, wanting, waiting. She found it with the tip of her tongue. Inever knew I could feel feelings like this. Waves washed over me againand again. Her finger was still in me, but I don’t think I felt itanymore. The orgasm rushed through me repeatedly. I thought I was inheaven. It was sheer ecstasy. I KNEW I was in heaven. My pussy wasthe center of my being. All thought of pretext was gone, and I pulledmy legs back and opened them further, begging for more.She said yes, but first she wanted me to do something to her, that herpussy was aching after playing with mine. In a daze, I watched as shestood up and pulled down her panties. I wanted to do it for her, butwas too fascinated at seeing her naked pussy to say anything. Shequickly lay back down, legs spread lewdly for me.Her pussy was thinly covered with light blonde hair. It smelled somusky. I reached up and rubbed my hand over her mound. Her pussy hairwas very moist and soft, and I ran my fingers through it. I slid myfinger into the front of her slit. She groaned and shoved her hipsforward. I pulled her lips apart and saw up inside her pussy. Herinner lips were tiny where mine were large, and she was not as pink asI. But she was very wet, and her clitoris was swollen and wet. Itlooked a lot like mine, but a little more pointed.As soon as I touched it, she started groaning. I stroked it, pushingthe skin back and forth. It seemed to be getting bigger. She spreadher legs even more, her pussy lips spreading a little with them. Istuck my tongue up into her cunt, and when I began licking and suckingon her clit, her moans began in earnest. Her taste, her aroma was justas I suspected, so similar to my own. Her hips bucked on the bed, andI had to hold on to keep contact with her.My finger found her vagina, and slowly, I inserted it, feeling thewetness and slipperiness that I had only felt before when I had touchedmyself. Slowly, pushing into her, I remembered feeling that when shedid it to me, I knew that it went further than I was able to do itmyself. Deeper and deeper into her I went, feeling textures that I hadnever felt before. I felt that she was feeling things for the veryfirst time, too, like I had just moments before.Her hips bucked, and I watched with fascination as my finger moved inher. So very close. Licking now and then the wetness that I saw. Herclitoris fascinated me as it winked at me from between the folds of herlips. I would lick and touch it when I could, but maintained most ofthe contact with my finger.I somehow knew that she was ready, so I put my whole mouth on her.Taking her clitoris between my lips, I sucked and licked it, pullingher inner lips up into my mouth when I could. I must have had contactwith every part of her pussy that was possible. She nearly screamedwith pleasure, bucking and moving her hips all around. I kept withher, feeling with her the waves of orgasm that I knew she was feeling.That turned me on even more. After she came, we lay side by side in bed. The quiet peace of wonder. I looked at her, and she smiled that samesmile – and I understood.
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