("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- From The Beginning by Fanta_Sis (fanta_sis@hotmail.co.uk) *** She could be considered one of the yungest pedophiles in the world. (bg, youths, 1st, voy) *** ONE "From the beginning, please." "It'll take a while..." "I'm sure. Please let's begin then; start with your earliest memory of it." "Ok...um...well I guess there was always this 'thing' called sex. All I knew was that it was a thing I wasn't old enough to see, or know about even. It was something hidden and naughty, something to do with love, but I honestly wasn't interested at all in finding out until I was..." "Wait. Slow down. We'll get to that soon enough. Looking back, were there any experiences you would think to be sexual now?" "Not really...I was pretty much a goody-two-shoes. I was into dolls and skipping and playing with my friends. I guess my parents were pretty careful with keeping it away from me. I remember one time I was allowed to stay up late, as it was my birthday, um...eighth or ninth I suppose, and some film was on the telly. A couple were kissing and I know now they were about to get it on, but suddenly the channel got changed to something different. I remember my parents looking at each other, but they wouldn't tell me what was up, just said they fancied something else on. I knew they were lying, but I really had no idea what it was all about. That was really the first thing I remember happening... "I also remember once waking up in the middle of the night and going to get myself a drink, when I saw my daddy was still up, in his office. I walked in and was just saying hello when I noticed a picture he had on his PC screen that I couldn't work out. It looked like people, skin and lots of it, and a tangle of limbs, but I couldn't work it out before he quickly closed the window. He looked flustered and a bit mad, and he told me off for not knocking first and sent me away. I lay awake for ages trying to work it out, what the picture was, why he was sweaty. I guess I was pretty naïve, I just didn't get it! It's pretty obvious now what he was up to. "Really though, the first time I knew anything about sex was when I was about ten, nearly eleven, when I had some sex education at my school. My parents never talked about sex, ever, so it was a complete eye opener for me! It seemed I was about the only one in my class that didn't know anything at all about it already... so I just pretended I was as bored as my friends looked, but secretly I was riveted. It was only the basics about puberty and what it's for and a brief description of reproduction, but that was the moment I realised what the secret thing was, and I had to know more." "So you didn't even know about puberty yet?" "Well, I guess I kind of did. My breasts were just beginning to develop around then. Nothing had changed visibly, but suddenly my nipples were really tender and kinda itchy, and I'd gone to my mum because I thought I must be ill. She just told me not to worry, I was just growing up. She left it at that, but it clicked when we were taught about the changes at school" "So at this point you still had all of that stuff to come?" "Yeah. It was around about that time that I noticed there was a kinda swollen lump under each nipple, and pretty soon after, they started getting puffy and stuck out. I was excited, because I knew it meant my boobs were growing, but it was really annoying. They were so obvious through my clothes and I was sure everyone was staring at them, plus they were extra sensitive and sore, so clothes irritated them. But my parents didn't allow me to wear a bra, so I had to just wear a vest most of the time. "It was around then that me and my best friend started talking about that stuff..." "That stuff?" "About what we'd seen on the video about 'the changes'. We used to go to the corner of the playground and whisper about if any of those things had happened yet, what it would be like to have hairy pits and bits and all that girly talk. Then we started having sleepovers, and that's when my first actual sexual experience happened..." "Carry on." "So this one time, we were having a sleepover at her place, and we were in her room. Her parents were downstairs watching TV at the time, I think. So like I said, until then we'd only ever talked about it, never anything more. But this time was different, because I had some news for her. My boobs had started growing! "I was really excited about it and couldn't wait to tell her about these hard lumps I'd found under my nipples and how they were swelling up a bit. I remember I wanted to get onto our secret subject as soon as possible, so as soon as we were finished changing into our pyjamas I asked her whether anything had happened to her yet..." "Did you always get changed in front of each other?" "Oh no...we always did it under the covers, or in the bathroom or something. I was always taught to be ashamed of nudity, so was pretty shy at that point. So was she, I guess...we always did it like that, up till this point anyway." "OK. Sorry, please continue." "Yeah, but this time things changed. I asked her about how it was going with her and as usual nothing had changed yet. She was always so impatient with it all... just couldn't wait for boobs and hair and all that. Although we were both of the same opinion when it came to periods, we weren't looking forward to that at all! But she seemed kinda pissed off and she was looking at my chest and she said, you've got something happening though, haven't you?" "Oh... so she noticed it before you'd said anything then?" "Yeah I guess so. She didn't say anything more than that, but it was obvious what she meant by the way she was looking at them. I just had my thin pyjamas on, so they were sticking out as usual; I guess she couldn't miss them! So I told her about what I'd found, and she asked me about how it felt, what they were like and all that, then she just came out and asked if she could see them! "Well, I wasn't expecting that. Like I say, we'd only ever talked about it, we were always pretty shy about our bodies up to then, so it was a shock at first. But I remember clearly that it gave me butterflies in my tummy when I thought about showing myself to her...and a bit of a tingle in my bits too!" "Bits?" "Well, you know, my pussy." "Is that the first time you got that feeling?" "Yeah, as far as I remember. I didn't know what it was at the time, just that it felt kinda exciting and good inside. The more I imagined showing myself to her, the stronger the feeling got, until I ended up really fidgety and flustered. She even spotted it herself and asked me what was wrong, but I just told her I was just a bit scared of her parents catching us and getting in trouble. She kept going on about it though, and I was undecided until she said 'tell you what, why don't we check each other for the change, just in case we missed something ourselves?' and that was it, I was on fire down there and I knew I just had to do it." "Can you just describe your friend for me please? It will make it easier for me to visualise..." "Sorry yes...um, I might have a picture here somewhere...hmm, maybe not. I'll let you have it if I find one. She was fairly similar to me, except blonde instead of brown hair, usually in bunches. She was skinny, even more so than me and kinda geeky with her thick-rimmed glasses. Like I say, blonde hair and blue eyes, and she always wore one of those blue gingham dresses with long white socks pulled up and black patent leather shoes at school. Just your average little girl, I guess, but I'd say she was very cute, although that didn't occur to me at the time. She was always totally innocent and naive, or at least she acted it. I think that more must have been going on in that head than she showed though." "Can you describe the scene please?" "Yeah, sure. So we were in her room. Again, kind of a classic little girls room I guess, she had dolls and teddies and pictures of horses everywhere. She always wanted a pony, she was horse-mad! When we had sleepovers, we always put mattresses down on the floor and put duvets and blankets around...pink of course...and then we'd lie down or sit cross-legged on there and just chat or watch a film or play with our dolls or whatever. But for a while we'd given up on all the 'kids stuff' and would just sit and talk and talk about puberty and all that. "So this time that's how we were, sat cross-legged opposite each other on the floor in our jammies. Just fairly normal soft cotton two-piece things I seem to remember, with fluffy slippers and all that, you know?" "Yeah, I get the idea." "She said that she'd tried to look for hair 'down there' but she couldn't get close enough to see properly, and she didn't really know what to look for when she checked her boobs, so it would be good to know what it was supposed to look like. I thought at the time that it didn't really make much sense, but I didn't argue, I loved the idea! So we..." "Why did you like the idea so much?" "Well, mostly because I was so curious about it all by his point. I also liked the idea of someone looking at all my private bits, almost examining me, like a doctor does. I liked the idea of showing myself, just exactly what I'd been told not to do all this time, and being shown another's secret parts too, being allowed to look. I guess it turned me on a lot, but I didn't recognise that feeling back then." "What happened next?" "We decided to pretend to be a doctor and a patient. I can't remember who suggested it, but it seemed like a good idea. It meant it was a game and took away the awkwardness a bit. I'd never heard of it before, but I hear it's a pretty common thing. "We agreed that I would be the patient first, and she would be the doctor and examine me to check for any sign of any changes. I remember this clearly; it has stuck in my mind to this day. As soon as it was all agreed, she slipped straight into her role. It was as if she'd been practicing! It's quite possible she had been actually, thinking about how she acted, it was like she had learned her lines by heart... "She said in a pretend doctor's voice, all official- like, I'm going to have to examine you now, or something like that. Then she told me I needed to take off my clothes and get on the couch...which was her bed...so she could give me my check-up." "How were you feeling at this point?" "Scared! I was completely petrified of being caught, her parents were just downstairs watching telly, and they had no concept of privacy like knocking or anything, and no lock on the door, so I was convinced they'd walk straight in as soon as I was naked. But just the thought of it was giving me butterflies in my tummy. I had this image in my head of opening my legs, exposing myself, being pored over like some kind of exhibit... well, a object." "This is one of your things then?" "Well, yes. I suppose this was the first time I remember getting aroused by the idea, though. It was nothing that sexual even; I didn't want her to touch me, or to do anything like that, it was just the thought of being an object, a thing to be studied... and I guess that feeling that I just had to take off my clothes, do something I shouldn't do just because I was expected to comply. Even more so because of the game, the role I was playing. If you go to the doctor and he says he needs to examine you and please get undressed, well you are just expected to, aren't you? That really aroused me then, and has ever since." "So, did you do as you were told?" "I just couldn't do it like that. Her parents could have walked in at any time and I would have been in so much trouble, so I asked if I could take off one half at a time, so I could cover up quickly if I needed to. "In the end I kept my pyjamas on, and laid down on her bed as she said and she asked me 'what seems to be the problem then' and all that, and I said something about having painful nipples. She asked me to wait there on the 'couch' and went off to get some book from her shelf that turned out to be one of those biology books with the diagrams of anatomy. "She hmm'ed and erm'ed and looked through the book for something and then said that she needed to examine me to see what the problem is and that I should take off my top for her so she could check it out. As soon as she said that, my heart was pounding and I had butterflies in my tummy. I had to take a couple of deep breaths, then I just closed my eyes and forced myself to grab the bottom of my top and quickly pull it up and off over my head. I can remember going light-headed, you know? Kinda dizzy... "When I opened my eyes, she was just staring at my chest. Now I felt really awkward and I just didn't know what to do with my eyes, so I just stared straight ahead, not looking at her while she stared at my nipples." "What did she see?" "Well, my nipples! But there was nothing much to see, if you ask me. By that time there was nothing more than a bit of swelling around my nipples, so they were like puffy pink cones, with a little boy-sized nipples on the tips. The rest of my breasts hadn't started growing yet, so they were just at that strange stage where it really is just big nipples. But she just kept staring and staring without saying anything, so I just sat there looking forward and waiting for her to get done looking at me. "But then she started asking doctor-type questions, how long has it been happening, what do they feel like, have I noticed any other 'symptoms'... again, I'm convinced she was just reciting lines. I remember thinking at the time that she was doing a good impression of a doctor considering it was just a game we'd only just thought of, but now I'm convinced she had planned it. "So I explained that first they started getting really sensitive and itchy, then I noticed the lumps, and they started getting bigger. She just sat there for a while longer, looking at them and trying to get the guts up to say something. I knew she was trying to get up the nerve to ask me if she could touch them...and when she finally did, she said that she'd have to examine them properly to be sure of what the problem was. "I just closed my eyes again, pushed out my chest a bit and held my breath for a moment, waiting to be 'examined'. When I first felt her hands, I jumped! They were a bit cold and she was being quite rough with them, but I just held still and kept quiet, letting her do as she pleased." "How did it feel?" "It just hurt a bit at the time. You know, every time I think about that night I wish it had been some kind of orgasmic experience, but it wasn't pleasurable at all. Later though, when I thought about it and remembered it, the whole situation, it made me so aroused! It was not just the thought of being treated that way, but more the thought of giving myself over to that treatment in that way that did it. After that I used to think about that night and get myself..." "All in good time. So, what happened next?" "Ah yes... sorry. So after she'd done touching them, she said something about how it might be the start of puberty and how she needed to examine my...she looked at the book quickly and back up and blurted out, 'Vagina'. We giggled and giggled for ages at the rude word, it seemed so funny and that kind of broke the mood a little bit, but we eventually got back into it and I pulled down my bottoms and laid back again and she came and knelt by my ankles. She told me she needed me to open my legs so she could see a bit better and so I spread them for her, put my head back and just stared at the ceiling. "She got in really close, peering at my pussy, going 'hmmm... yes... right...' like a doctor. She kept looking at the book and then back at me, and saying things like... ah yes, the mons veneris looks fine, no problem with your labia majora. She worked her way through the rest of the parts shown in the diagram in her book, getting me to hold myself open while she checked the bits inside. She finally reported that she could see no other signs of puberty yet, so I was to come back soon for another check up. And that was it; I just pulled up my pyjamas and sat back up again." "How did you feel?" "Again, not really aroused at the time. I just felt a little embarrassed and awkward. But later, thinking back on it... wow!" "Did you change round?" "We did for a little while, she asked me to check her nipples for 'signs', but they were just like mine had been before, just like a boy's. I remember pressing my fingertips on her nipples to check for the bumps and I asked her if they hurt, but nothing. She was just asking me to check her 'down there' when we heard her dad coming up the stairs, so she quickly got dressed and we acted natural as he came through the door. "As he was telling us to get into bed and turn out the lights, I'm convinced he kept glancing at my chest. It was just the occasional flick of his eyes in their direction, very subtle, but I'm sure he was. That stuck in my head forever, and it sowed another seed for later... Then, as he turned and closed the door, I caught a quick look at the front of his trousers, which looked a lot, erm...fuller than usual! "That was the first time I noticed, or maybe just imagined in this case, an older man checking me out. It was that moment that I would call my first sexual memory, not what I'd done with my friend before that. As I fell asleep, it all fell into place in my mind. Men get erect when they're aroused, I knew that from the books and the lesson at school, and that means he wants sex. And he had got erect when he looked at MY chest, so he must have got aroused by looking at me, so he must want to HAVE SEX WITH ME! "Most of my girl friends would have said 'ewwwww' at that point, called him a dirty old man and all that childish stuff. But I loved it! I was so excited that a man wanted me like that and that he might be thinking about me in 'that way', I just couldn't stop thinking about it. And as time went by and I started thinking about sex more, it was that moment that always triggered my thoughts...I always considered from then on that 'sex' meant 'a man wanting you'. And that image featured in my sexual fantasies and my masturbation sessions later on." "More about that in good time. First, would you please tell me more about how your puberty unfolded? So, first came the swollen nipples that you've just described, and that happened when you were what, ten years old?" "Uh...yes. I must have been nearly eleven. I know that, by the time I went to secondary school, my breasts were just starting to form properly, you know, the rest of the breast, not just the nipples. I remember because I spent ages on the first morning of school, looking in the mirror at myself in my new school uniform, thinking how obvious they looked. Especially without a bra, as my parents insisted, and just in the white blouse, I knew people would be able to see too much. You could even see the pink patches where my nipples were, if you looked closely. I was sure people would be looking at them, which kinda made me self-conscious... but then I thought about my friend's dad looking at me, and then the idea that other men might do that, or my teachers, and the image would turn me on so much! It was, I guess, the same combination of things as the doctor game had; it was dirty and shameful and wrong... but I just had to do it. I wasn't allowed bras after all, vests were too childish for secondary school, so what choice did I have? That was a very powerful feeling..." "OK, so by age eleven, your breasts had started developing properly. What was next?" "Um...it was another six months or so, and by this time I was starting to wonder what was going on, whether it would ever happen. But then I had my first period. It was totally unexpected and very messy. I was in class at the time...maths, I seem to remember. I had to be taken off to the school nurse with a stain on the back of my skirt... it was horrible!" "Oh dear, that must have been embarrassing!" "Fu...sorry... god yeah!" "Sorry to interrupt. Please continue." "I first noticed hair...down there... a little bit later. I was in the second year, I'd just turned twelve. I don't know when it started exactly, it was just kinda not there one minute and then there the next. Just a small patch up at the top of my pussy to start with..." "OK, thanks. So back to your story... Did this game of doctor get repeated?" "Yeah it did, but only a couple more times. We did the exact same thing for the next few times we had a sleepover, but I was already pretty bored of it. All we did was look at each other's bits and play the same game. Nothing happened to her body in that time, so I never got to see what I was interested in and by the time she was starting to develop I had moved on to other things and already knew everything there was to know about girls' bodies. I think she got a lot more out of it than I did... Pretty soon it was men's bodies that I wanted to know about instead. So we never did any of that stuff again and actually we kinda grew apart at that point." "Did you play like this with anyone else?" "No. I grew out of that pretty quickly. I managed to satisfy my curiosity about naked bodies in other ways...thanks to my older brother's collection of magazines, ha ha... Pretty soon I was more interested in sex itself, and my own body and what it could do for me. A few months after this, I discovered masturbation; and that changed everything." "I think we should explore that topic next time. But, I think that's enough for today." "Oh really? But I only just got started!" "It's getting late. We'll talk more next time, ok?" "OK." "I'll see you same time tomorrow." "OK. Thank you... see you soon!" "Bye..." END Please let me have your thoughts, comments, observations... they're always welcome. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60