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Paris Waterman suggested that I send some of my stories to you. I hope you
like them.  Leslie


The Diary              By Leslie

With only the desk lamp illuminating the room, Sara sat in deep thought. Pen
in hand, she began to write. TUESDAY.  I don't know why I am having these
feelings. I know that Bill says he loves me, but I really think he just likes
having a girlfriend to grope and be groped by. I have to admit that I enjoy
feeling how hard he gets. His penis always seems to be hard. He tries to get
me to touch it every time we are alone. I will stoke it through his pants, but
I have to draw the line when he starts to unzip. He can't understand why I
make him stop......neither can I. I let him touch my breasts and vagina
through my clothes, but I will not allow him to touch my bare skin. I don't
know why I am having these feelings. 
Sara sat up straight and stretched her arms out. Suppressing a huge yawn, she
closed the diary and locked it in the desk drawer. Her cotton pj's felt so
soft and warm on her skin. She fell backward on the bed and stared out the
window at the full moon and the movement of the trees as they danced in the
august breeze.
Sara sank a level of consciousness and felt completely comfortable in her
room. She ran a hand through her auburn hair and languidly let it cascade down
onto her shoulder. She reached for the strands of hair that lay across her
chest to twist them and to check for split ends. In doing so, her fingers
brushed across her left nipple. She was surprised at how sensitive it was to
the touch. She placed her hand over her entire breast and felt the nipple
poking into the middle of her palm. Cupping her palm, she trapped the nipple
and squeezed it gently. She shuddered from the electricity of the movement.
Unthinkingly, Sara slipped a hand under the neckline of her top and felt her
soft cool hand come in contact with the tender and sensitive skin of her
nipple.
The music started playing at precisely 6:30 a.m., it was the Beach Boy's "In
my Room". 
There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to.....In my room....In my
room.  In my room I block out all my worries and my fears.....In my room....In
my room. 
Sara sat up and smiled. She felt that way about her room. It was
private.....It was a place for secrets.
A great night of sleep without any dreams made her able to awaken feeling so
rested and ready for the new day. As she pulled her top over her head the
chill of the morning air greeted her nipples and caused them to stand at
attention. It was then that she remembered about last night and the caresses
that made her feel excited and relaxed at the same time. Thumbs into the
waistband and a push sent her bottoms to the bedroom floor. She padded into
the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her hand tested the temperature of the
water and found it to be just right. Music again - The Rascals- It's a
beautiful morning.....I think I'll go outside for a whil and just smile. She
entered and felt the same warmth and wonderful moisture pelt off her skin. She
dipped her head under the spray and let the water flow wherever it wanted. It
cascaded off her chin and down her chest...over her breast and nipples...her
stomach....her vagina. She brushed her hand at the flow of water and caused it
to shift course. Sara turned the cold knob slightly and in a second or two
felt the water become cooler and more stimulating. Soap in hand, Sara applied
a smooth pressure to her shoulders and chest. When she ran across her nipple,
she let the soap fall and began to caress herself. Her other hand snaked down
her stomach and cupped her pubic hair. When her hand began to move again it
was not under her control (or that is what she would like to believe). That
way, she was not about to masturbate. That way it was just something that
happened and it was not dirty. Masturbation was dirty.
When her middle finger disappeared between her vaginal lips and began to
stroke her clit, she gave up all pretense and masturbated until she had a
wonderful climax. As she opened the shower door, her breathing was strong and
the cool air of the bathroom 
snapped her back to reality. Sara toweled off and wrapped it around her and
re-entered her room. She straightened out a few things and then selected some
gym shorts and a T-shirt. Because she was just going to study this morning and
not be seen by anyone, she decided against a bra or panties.  After brushing
her hair and pulling it back into a pony tail, she sat down at her desk to
study. Instead she unlocked the top drawer to review what she had written in
her diary late last night. She rubbed her eyes and blinked, but the image
remained the same. Somehow.....somehow there was two beautifully written
paragraphs on the page below her last inclusion. She bit her lip and began to
read.
This room is indeed a place where you can express your inner thoughts and have
them remain yours and yours alone. Share those thoughts with me and I will
help guide you through the choices that lay ahead.
The touch of flesh to flesh is one of the pleasures of life. Avail yourself of
this pleasure. Touch is sacred, not a sacrilege. Remain true to your values
but not a slave to them.
Sara read the paragraphs over and over. Where did they come from?......Her
self-conscious?.........But they were real!  They were on paper, in her diary.
The writing was beautiful..... and it was the truth. Sara reached for her pen
and began to write.
WEDNESDAY.  I have learned something important from the few words that you
have shared with me. Thank you.
A deep breath filled her lungs and she absentmindedly began to hum a
tune....Beach Boys. Wouldn't it be nice if we were older and we didn't have to
wait so long. Wouldn't it be nice. The quietness of the morning was
interrupted by the phone, jangling on her nightstand. (Having her own room in
the dorm this quarter was a blessing and she valued only having to answer her
own calls.)  "Hello? Oh, hi Bill. Well I have a lot of reading to do
and...well, O.K.  See you soon!"  She got up and walked into the bathroom to
brush her teeth and dry her hair. The hum of the hairdryer and the warmth of
the air it pushed through her hair felt wonderful. She never really thought
about how nice it felt before. Twisting the brush through the ends of her hair
to keep it straight she repositioned the dryer and the hot air blew under her
T-shirt collar and made her shirt billow like a flag in the breeze. The hot
air raised goose bumps on her skin. It felt wonderful. Everything felt
wonderful. She applied a bit of lip liner and marveled at the tingling feeling
it gave her lips. Sara began to wonder if someone had slipped her some drugs.
Why did everything seem to be affecting her so intensely?
Young Sara walked back into her room to pick out a casual outfit for Bill's
visit. She thumbed through her closet. Nothing jumped out at her. She rummaged
her shelves and drawers, again...nothing. Then she looked at herself in the
almost full length mirror in her 
corner. She came to the realization that she looked great in a T-shirt and gym
shorts and that was the way she was going to stay. Underwear......now that was
a different story. Sara ran her hand across her breasts. She cupped them while
looking in the mirror. She once would have considered this wicked behavior.
Not now. She reveled in it. When she released them and they settled back in
place, the movement and feeling it gave her was intoxicating. She ran her hand
over her thigh and up under her shorts. The first contact with her pubic hair
was electric. The decision was made....no underwear. She wanted Bill to notice
the change in her demeanor. He wanted him to......touch her skin. Sara wanted
to touch his. Her life had taken a change for the better and new avenues of
passion and a new zest for living lay at her doorstep. Bill was there now...at
her doorstep, knocking for entrance. How will he react? Will he notice the
difference in her at first glance, or will he have to be led? 
Sara opened the door and greeted Bill with a warm smile. He was in jeans, golf
shirt and tennis shoes. He looked cute and cuddly. She stepped forward and
gave him a big hug.
He melted into her arms. He felt wonderful and warm. Her hand stroked his back
as the hug continued. Sara let her breasts crush against his chest. He began
to stroke her back. His hand hesitated where her bra strap should be and he
realized that her breasts were without restraint. Their lips met. A sensual
feeling ran through her body like never before. She was hungry......hungry for
something physical. She felt no boundaries. She was free. Music. Tom Petty.
I'm free. Free fallin....yes I'm free....free fallin. 
With their lips still connected and his tongue running across her teeth, Sara
backed up until her legs hit the bed. They fell together. They laughed
together. Bill asked,"What's come over you? You seem so alive, so fresh." She
just smiled and kissed him again. She curled her body around his and turned so
they were "spooning" and looking out the dorm window and onto the campus
below. "I'm just feeling wonderful, that's all." She reached her hand back and
caressed his hip. Through the thin shorts she felt him pressing against her
butt. Sara eased forward slightly opening a small gap between them and reached
behind to stroke his manhood. It was hard and felt powerful in her small hand.
Bill took the opportunity to begin fondling her right breast. Through the T-
shirt, she felt so soft and her nipple was hard and poked into his palm. He
squeezed her breast and then placed the nipple between his thumb and index
finger. She moaned. Sara then made an uncharacteristic move, she reached for
his hand and slid it under her shirt. The contact was almost more than she
could stand. His strong, warm fingers kneaded her skin and played with her
nipples. First one breast and then the other. Sara then reached back and
tugged at the zipper of Bill's jeans. He shifted to allow better access and
she was immediately successful. The sound of the zipper sliding down and the
feel of his soft underwear was delicious. She unsnapped the waist button and
reached under his Calvin Klein's. His skin was hot and smooth. She let her
hand push downward until she was holding his erection in her fist. She
squeezed it tightly. It felt so much better....skin to skin. 
Sara released her grip on Bill and stood. The look of amazement on Bill's face
took went to a higher degree as Sara lifted her shirt up over her head. Her
full breasts sprang free and her erect nipples pointed directly at Bill. She
smiled and motioned for him to stand.
With his proudly erect penis sticking out of his shorts, Bill approached and
bent his head to take a nipple between his lips. Sara moaned a deep and
throaty moan. A woman's moan. She grasped his penis and began to run her hand
over it's length and tested it's girth. Bill took both her breasts and pushed
them together. He tried to take both nipples into his mouth at once. He
failed. He alternated between them. His lips, tongue and teeth worshipped her
feminine curves. He slid his hands down her sides until they rested on her
waistband of her shorts. He slid his hands around and cupped her ass cheeks.
He squeezed them as he nibbled at her breasts. Her breathing was laborer and
she was sighing heavily.
Bill dropped his hands down the back of her legs and started to massage her
upper thighs. His hands continued up and under her shorts. The skin of her ass
was warm and smooth. She shifted her legs apart and Bill felt the separation
of her ass. He toyed with her crack and slide his fingers along the crevice
and then downward. He felt the beginning of her pubic hair and reached into
place where her legs met. Again she shifted to give him better access. Her
legs felt weak. Sara could feel the moistness trickle over her pussy lips and
into her pubic hair. Bill felt the dampness and eased a finger up her lips and
into her pussy. First one finger and then two. He played with her clit. He
fingered it and pinched it. Sara was straining for more contact. Bill stood.
He gently pushed Sara back onto the bed and removed his shirt and pants. His
penis had never been harder. It was almost pointing straight up. Sara was
eyeing it as Bill removed her shorts and knelt between her legs. His mouth
engulfed her. His lips and tongue nibbled and licked her lips and clit. He
stuck two fingers inside her and she grinded her hips to meet his assault. All
the while his mouth was plastered to her. Sara came with a crash and a bang.
She shuddered and twitched as the waves of passion flooded over her. Bill was
fondling her breasts and eating her deeply and she was in heaven.
Then Bill stood at the edge of the bed. Sara sat up and place her hand on his
throbbing erection. "Kiss it for me." Sara kissed the head and licked around
it. She played her teeth against the ridges of the shaft. Then she took it
deeply into her mouth. She sucked him deep....until she could take no more.
With his hand he guided her hands to his balls and shaft. Sara let his balls
run in and around her fingers and with her other hand she slowly pumped his
shaft back and forth. Bill's reaction mirrored hers when she was being pleased
by him. He swayed and moaned. His penis seemed so big in her mouth. She
increased the tempo with her hand and her mouth followed suit. Soon she was
unaware of anything but the pleasure she was giving and receiving. She tasted
a salty bit of pre cum at the tip of his penis. She liked it and licked it off
with her tongue. Then a few seconds later Bill eased her onto her back. He
spread her thighs wide and was poised to enter her. Smiling up at Bill, Sara
moaned from the deepest part of her being...."Make love to me. Take me." From
out of nowhere Bill could hear a tune playing in his head.....
Girl.....You'll be a woman soon.....soon, you'll need a man.  The heat he felt
as he began to slide into her was searing. She was hot...wet...tight. The
pressure around him made the friction all that much more intense. When his
full length was finally inside her for the first time, their eyes met and
their souls joined. This felt like love and lust combined. 
She and Bill spent the whole morning in bed together. Touching, caressing and
playing with each other's bodies.......skin to skin. They made love again.
That night Sara made an entry in her diary.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT. Today was the beginning of my sensual life. I never knew the
power of sensuality and lust. I want to learn everything I can about life and
love.
In the morning the diary answered back.
Remain true to your values, but not a slave to them. In this room there will
be many  wonders to share. Explore them, cherish them.
That night while trying to sleep, Sara looked around the darkness of her room.
Everything was so comfortable and safe there. She was only missing one
thing....Bill -Music-
 Into my room he creeps....without making a sound. Into my dreams he peeps,
with his hair all wet and hanging down. How he makes me quiver. How he makes
me smile. With all this love I have to give him...I guess I'm going to stay
with him a while.
Leslie


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