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She's Grown Up
by Spenser (pilot2nav@yahoo.com)

***

A young girl convinces her older sister that she is old 
enough to attend a party with her and her boyfriend, 
but gets in way over her head. (M/f-teen, ped, reluc, 
1st)

***

"You ALWAYS get to do whatever you want!" Diana 
screamed at her sister. "That's because I'm older and 
smarter than you!" Kristine replied. It wasn't that 
Diana hated her sister, but she always seemed to get 
her way. This seemed especially true tonight. Their 
parents had left town for the weekend and placed the 
elder daughter in charge. Kristine was only two years 
older than sixteen year old Diana but she sure seemed 
to lead a completely different life. 

Both girls were beautiful with strawberry blond hair 
and light blue eyes. Kristine had blossomed early, 
developing full hips atop her long tanned legs, but it 
was her chest that got the most attention. She was well 
aware that her firm 38D cup breasts opened many doors 
for her; including the invitation to the party she 
planned to attend this evening. 

Diana, on the other hand was still in the middle of her 
transition to womanhood. Her hips hadn't quite filled 
out and she sported what she called a "boy-butt." Her 
breasts had filled to a respectable C-cup, yet she 
still wasn't pleased. They were smaller than her 
sisters and her nipples seemed overly sensitive; always 
seeming to poke out at embarrassing times and causing 
an unaccustomed stirring between her legs. 

"I want to go with you!" she cried to her sister. "Not 
a chance Diana, you're too stupid and immature to go to 
a party with us." The words 'I am not' escaped Diana's 
lips before she could stop them, realizing just how 
stupid and immature those words really did sound. 

"Well if you go to the party without me Mom is going to 
– find out." 

Those words caused Kristine to freeze in her tracks. It 
was the threat Diana always made when she didn't get 
her way. Diana rarely delivered on that threat, but 
Kristine had had enough from her sister and she wheeled 
around to deliver her retort at full voice. Fortunately 
for Diana, just as the first words were leaving her 
sister's mouth, a knock came from the front door. 

Exasperated, Kristine turned and stomped to the door. 
Her anger turned to gratitude as she greeted Steve. 
Kristine had met Steve a few weeks earlier at another 
party. He was older, attending Junior College and was 
definitely the man for her. He was tall with wavy brown 
hair and hazel eyes. She loved his butt and couldn't 
keep her hands off his powerful chest and arms. 

"What's with all the yelling?" Steve asked as he 
entered the house. 

"Oh, my damn sister wants to come to the party or she 
is going to tell my mother," Kristine replied in an 
exasperated voice. 

"Well, what's wrong with here coming along?" Steve 
replied, "She's a big girl." Steve smiled at Diana 
giving her a playful wink while eyeing her from head to 
toe. Diana heart swelled at the attention and took a 
deep breath. Steve was so awesome! 

"You've got to be kidding!" cried Kristine. 

"No," said Steve, "It'll be alright." Steve spun around 
and placed his face seductively close to Kristine's. 
"Trust me, she won't get in our way," he said and 
planted a deep probing kiss on Kristine's mouth. 

"ALRIGHT," Kristine sighed after the kiss was broken, 
"You can go with us." But I don't want you hanging 
around and bothering us… and for god sakes, you CAN'T 
go dressed like that!" 

Diana squealed with delight! She couldn't believe what 
she had just heard! "Thank you, guys" she screamed 
while turning towards her bedroom to change. 

One thing was for sure, Diana didn't have the wardrobe 
Kristine had. She quickly ran through her closet 
pulling out items that were her most 'grown-up' 
looking. In a minute she was out of her room and in 
front of her sister wearing a pair of tight fitting 
jeans and a red velvet top. 

"Oh my god, what is that?" cried Kristine, "Don't you 
have any decent clothes?" I don't have time for this 
Diana, we have to go!" Kristine fumed as she turned, 
heading for the front door. Steve grabbed Kristine and 
stopped her, "No, we have some time. Don't you have any 
clothes that Diana could wear?" Kristine gazed at Steve 
with incredulity. She paused for a second and said "Oh, 
alright!" 

"Look," she spat as she stormed towards her room, "I'll 
let you borrow some of my things but you'd better take 
care of them!" 

Diana followed her sister into the room and watched her 
throw a few items onto the bed. "Here," she screamed, 
"hurry up and put these on. You only have a minute or 
we're going to leave without you!" Kristine stormed out 
of the room as Diana reached for the button to unfasten 
her jeans. 

Diana removed her pants as she reached for the first 
article of clothing on her bed. It was a short cotton 
low-rise skirt. Diana had never worn one of these and 
was excited at the prospect. But as she pulled the 
skirt up over her "boyish" bottom she realized a 
problem. Her cotton panties were too big; they rose too 
high and were visible over the top of the skirt. "Oh 
god," she murmured, "I can't wear these." Thinking 
quickly she slid her panties off from beneath the 
skirt. She had better fitting panties in her room, 
she'd wear those. 

Right then Diana heard the front door close, her sister 
was leaving. "Oh god," she cried. Quickly she peeled 
off her top and reached for the blouse her sister had 
left her. It was a cute peach colored shoulder-less 
half-top. Diana quickly pulled it down over her head. 
"Oh," she cried as she pulled the top down, "This won't 
go with a bra." Exasperated, she reached around and 
released the catch on her bra and pulled it off. Diana 
was not used to going braless, but there was nothing 
else to do. She quickly glanced in the mirror. 

The top of the blouse sat proudly atop of her young 
breasts exposing a satisfying amount of cleavage. The 
bottom of the blouse was wider and open and Diana could 
feel the cool air across her exposed mid drift as it 
blew up and across the swell of her breasts. Diana was 
not used to this much exposure and the thought made her 
tingle with excitement and nervousness. She also 
thought how careful she'd have to be in public in a 
blouse like this. 

As Diana sat down to put on her shoes another problem 
became obvious. As she bent over to slip on her shoes 
the blouse started sliding down the slope of her breast 
and almost exposed her nipple. "Oh, god I have to find 
something to keep this up!" she cried. She ran to her 
bedroom just as she heard the sound of a car horn honk. 
"Oh god, they're going to leave me" she exclaimed as 
she rummaged through her jewelry box. Her heart was 
thumping in her chest and her breath deepened as she 
finally found an old plastic brooch. She grabbed it and 
ran out of her room as the car horn sounded again.

"We were about to leave you" her sister growled as 
Diana slid into the back seat of Steve's car. 

"Sorry." Diana replied as the car backed down the 
driveway. She fumbled with the brooch, trying to find a 
way to pin the blouse in a way that helped it stay up. 
As she finally secured the pin another sensation 
started to make itself know. The cheeks of her butt 
were cold. Her ass was making direct contact with the 
vinyl of the car seat. Oh my god, in her rush she had 
forgotten to get her panties. Diana looked down at the 
hem of this very short, thin cotton skirt. It rose 
almost all the way up her thighs. It had to be sitting 
no more than a couple inches above her vagina. 

Diana gulped and took in a short breath. "Oh my god," 
she said to herself. For a split second she thought she 
had better tell her sister and ask them to turn around, 
but she knew full well they would leave her at home if 
she did. So she sat there in shocked silence, her heart 
hammering in her chest and her breast heaving against 
her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Kristine asked. 

"Just going to fire one up before we get there," 
replied Steve as he reached in the ashtray and pulled 
out a joint. 

"What about – HER?" Kristine asked, nodding at Diana in 
the back. 

"Hey, like I said, she's grown up," Steve replied with 
a smile and a glance at Diana. Diana didn't know what 
to say or think. She was too worried about her panty 
predicament to watch Steve light the joint and take a 
long drag. Steve then passed the weed over to Kristine 
who reluctantly took it and inhaled a healthy toke. 

"You gonna pass it back?" Steve asked Kristine. 

She sat there for a second then blindly passed the 
joint over her shoulder. Diana looked at it for a 
second, and then took it. She had taken a few hits 
before with friends. She didn't really mind pot, but it 
never really did much for her. She looked at the joint 
again, took a small hit and blew it out. 

"Nah, that's not the way to do it," cried Steve, 
"You've got to take it all the way in and hold it." 

Diana looked at Steve's reflection in the mirror. She 
paused and then returned the joint to her lips. This 
time she closed her eyes and drew a large draft of 
smoke into her lungs. "Hold it, hold it," Steve said 
with a smile, watching Diana struggle to keep the smoke 
in. Finally she exhaled and a cloud of blue smoke 
swirled around her head. She sat there dazed for a 
second before her mind cleared enough to hear Steve 
calling for her to pass the joint forward. 

On the way to the party the joint made its way to Diana 
several more times. Each time Diana found it easier to 
hold the smoke in and by the time they arrived at the 
house she was feeling delightfully numb. Steve and 
Kristine piled out of the car while Diana struggled to 
remember how to open a car door. Kristine was at 
Diana's door to meet her when she finally made it out 
of the car. 

"What the hell is this?" she cried eying the brooch. 
"This looks stupid… childish!" 

With one smooth stroke Kristine tore the brooch from 
Diana's blouse, broke it in half and threw the pieces 
on the ground. 

"Don't make me regret bringing you! Remember, I don't 
want you hanging around me. You go find your own 
friends and don't be buggin' us!" With that Kristine 
grabbed Steve's arm, turned and headed defiantly into 
the house.

Diana was surprised to see how many people were in the 
house, it was pretty packed. As she slowly made her way 
across the dimly lit living room it became clear she 
would know no one at this party. The vast majority of 
the attendees were men and all of them looked older. A 
lot of the guests were in the kitchen laughing and 
drinking but in the corner of the living room sat a 
group of guys around a low coffee table. Their actions 
and laughter caught her attention and she stumbled her 
way towards them.

"Want a beer?" someone asked as Diana approached the 
table. 

She looked over her shoulder to see a tall man smiling 
at her with an opened beer in his hand. This was Sam. 
Sam was a veteran of these parties, never missing an 
opportunity to attend. At 32 he was probably the oldest 
of the crowd, but that age translated to experience; 
experience at getting what he wanted. Sam saw Diana 
enter the house. Saw her walk uneasily into the room. 

He noticed her thin half-top; noticed the way he could 
see the outline of her breasts through her blouse when 
the light was behind her. Noticed the way the folds of 
her skirt bounced off her ass when she walked. Now he 
noticed the outline of her nipples through her blouse 
as he proffered a beer. 

"Ah, no thanks," Diana told him, "I don't like beer." 

"Are you sure? Try it!" he said placing the bottle in 
her hand. Diana looked at him and then the beer and 
took a sip. 

"Oh, NO!" she cried as she choked the sip down, "this 
is awful." She handed the bottle back to Sam. "I don't 
like beer!"

Sam took a second to evaluate this development. She's 
too young to like beer he concluded, but I've gotta 
find her some kinda booze.

"Just a second, I'll be right back," he told her as he 
disappeared back into the crowd. 

Diana's attention returned to the guys at the table. 
They were playing some game with cups and quarters, 
bouncing the quarters into the cups, drinking and 
laughing out loud. 

"Here you go, try this," Sam said as he returned with a 
cup in his hand. Diana's attention was still focused on 
the game as she absentmindedly took the cup from Sam. 
This tasted much better, it must be juice; grape juice, 
Diana concluded. She looked up at Sam and smiled. She 
was feeling better. She was at the party, a REAL party, 
hanging out - part of the crowd and getting some 
attention! Life was sweet!

"You ever played Quarters before?" Sam asked. 

"Is that what this is?" Diana replied. 

"Here, let me show you." Sam quickly replied as he made 
his way to the couch. He pointed to a stool on the 
other side of the table and motioned to Diana to sit 
down. Diana grabbed the stool, finding it strangely 
difficult to balance the stool and her drink at the 
same time. Sam noticed her difficulty, taking delight 
in the fact she was too naive to notice the taste of 
the Everclear in her drink.

Sam explained the rules of the game as Diana took her 
seat. "I don't think I can do this," she replied. 

"Sure you can," assured Sam, "and to prove it, I'll 
give you five bucks every time your quarter lands in my 
cup." 

'Wow,' thought Diana, 'that's great. I would sure love 
the money!'

With that Sam produced a pocketful of quarters and 
placed them on the table. 

"Go ahead!" he said as Diana took a healthy swig from 
her cup then put the cup down and bent for the 
quarters. As she bent forward Sam watched the neckline 
of her blouse gape open and slide down on her breast. 
With an enthusiastic smile Diana took a quarter and 
slammed it down on the table. It careened off into the 
crowd, missing its intended target by a mile. Diana let 
out a girlish "Oops!" as she watched it land. 

"What now?" she asked. 

"Now you take a drink," said Sam with a poorly 
disguised smile. Diana thought nothing of it; the drink 
tasted good and the pot had made her thirsty. Besides, 
she'd take better aim with the quarter next time; she'd 
show him! She raised her cup and took another sip of 
her grape juice. 

"Try again," coaxed Sam. 

Again Diana put her drink down and reached for a 
quarter. This time her actions were followed by more 
than Sam's eyes. Several other guys had noticed Diana's 
game play and had gathered round to watch. Several had 
moved in behind her where they could watch her every 
move. They watched as she bent forward, unaware her top 
was gaping open. They watched her breasts become 
uncovered and her nipples become exposed. 

They watched the gentle jostle of her breasts as she 
threw the coin down on the table and how her areola 
remained visible over the top of her blouse as she sat 
back following the toss. Sam noticed too and found 
himself having to adjust his pants in order to make 
room for his growing erection. Sam stole a glance to 
his right to see if anyone else was watching. He noted 
the stare of both the guys sitting next to him, their 
eyes fixed on Diana's legs. 

Diana was engrossed in the game, concentrating as best 
she could on trying to win some money. Unfortunately, 
her focus was severely clouded by the effects of the 
pot and the drink, thus causing her to forget about her 
precarious attire. She forgot keep her legs carefully 
closed in front of these strangers. In order to 
maintain better balance Diana had absentmindedly let 
her thighs spread increasingly apart. The spread of her 
legs caused the hem of her short cotton skirt to rise 
very high on her thighs, the back of her skirt exposing 
more and more of her naked ass. 

Sam changed his glance to between the growing cleft 
between Diana's legs. He couldn't believe his eyes when 
he spied wisps of dark blond vaginal hair becoming 
increasingly visible with each throw. Sam felt his cock 
make a huge convulsive twitch when he realized this 
girl had nothing on beneath her skirt. Sam watched with 
rapt attention as Diana accidentally and completely 
exposed her vagina to him when she landed a quarter in 
the cup and spread her legs wide in unanticipated 
excitement. 

Sam quickly averted his lustful gaze as Diana looked at 
him with a triumphant, drunken smile. Through her 
increasing mental haze she looked around the room 
taking account of all the men who had gathered round to 
watch her – and the game. In the far corner of the room 
she spied Kristine. Her sister was looking over her 
shoulder at Diana, clearly annoyed that she was having 
such a good time. Kristine quickly turned her head, 
grabbed Steve's arm and headed out towards the back of 
the house. Diana smiled with drunken delight at her 
sister's jealousy. She turned away and went back to her 
game.

Eventually Diana found herself getting frustrated as 
her game play got worse and worse! It looked so easy, 
but she kept missing the cup and had already watched 
her drink get refilled twice! Nevertheless, she was 
still having fun. At times she found herself laughing 
uncontrollably. She had actually won ten dollars and, 
best of all, she seemed to be the life of the party! 
And she was. Diana had become the center of attention. 
About a dozen guys were now watching Diana throw 
quarters down on the table. Each time her blouse had 
opened up and her young breasts were taken in by 
lustful eyes. 

With each throw her blouse slid further forward until, 
after a squeal of laughter by Diana from another near 
miss, her left breast flew completely out and over the 
top of her blouse remaining exposed; her pink and erect 
nipple in clear view for all. Additionally, all the men 
on the couch were treated to the sight of Diana's 
exposed vaginal lips; watching as they puckered and 
pouted with each move she made on the stool. 

Diana threw down another quarter, her young breast 
bouncing freely, and watched it land perfectly into 
Sam's cup. Again Diana squealed with glee and threw 
herself back in triumph. Unfortunately, this time the 
combination of the pot and the drink took its toll and 
Diana lost her balance. She fell backwards over the 
stool landing at the feet of the guys behind her. Sam 
watched as her legs flew up into the air, one foot 
crashing on the stool. 

He rose quickly to help. There she lay, one leg on the 
stool, one on the floor. Her legs splayed wide. All the 
guys drew in a quick breath as their eyes zeroed in on 
her completely exposed, un-pantied pussy. Diana let out 
a low, alcohol-induced chuckle as she tried to take 
stock of her situation. She could tell something was in 
her mouth but was too far gone to realize it was the 
bottom of her blouse. It had flipped up and over her 
face as she fell, leaving her breasts uncovered and 
exposed to the remorseless stares of the men around 
her. 

Sam reached over and tried to grab her around the 
waist. The others around him took his cue and also 
started to reach for Diana. Through her fuzzy head 
Diana could hear the voices of the men around her and 
could vaguely feel herself being touched. She could 
feel, but not clearly discern, the many hands now on 
her, grabbing her hair, holding her neck, holding her 
thighs, now grabbing her breasts, kneading her nipples, 
another cupping her pussy, grabbing her ass, probing 
her hole. 

Sam saw what was happening, all these horny hands 
touching Diana, holding her, groping her. He took a 
firmer grasp of Diana; he didn't want to lose this girl 
to these vultures. He raised her to a sitting position 
on the floor, his body behind hers, his hands 
underneath her blouse, cupping the rise of her breasts. 
Sam pushed the other guys back as he supported Diana, 
her head lolling from side to side. 

Sam noticed Diana's skirt still flipped back on her 
stomach, her pussy in view. He also noticed several red 
marks on her upper thighs, the byproduct of many 
groping hands. He pushed her skirt down and started 
raising her to her feet. Thoroughly inebriated, Diana 
proved unable to stand on her own and Sam tightened his 
grip on Diana and her breasts. 

"Oh," Diana murmured as Sam started to move her to the 
couch, "I don't feel so good." As Diana burped Sam 
recognized what was about to happened and hurriedly 
drug her towards the bathroom. 

Diana let out a pungent stream of vomit as Sam heaved 
her through the bathroom door. He closed the door 
behind them as Diana fell face first into the bowl of 
the toilet. 'Wow, what a mess,' he thought as Diana let 
out a second stream into the toilet. Sam sat back on 
his haunches and looked at this girl. On her knees bent 
over the toilet; her reddish hair dangling into the 
bowl, her arms up over her head. Her blouse hiked up 
high on her body with the bottoms of her breasts 
peeking out beneath. Her ass directly in front of him 
half exposed from a too-short skirt. Sam sighed and 
took this all in. 

He then looked behind him, checked the security of the 
door, slowly placed his hands on the hem of her skirt 
and gently lifted it up, placing it on the small of 
Diana's back. She let out another heave as Sam let his 
hand slide down the small of her back through the crack 
of her ass. His fingers found the folds of her pussy 
and let them slide gently between. Diana tried to 
mumble something but was overcome by another heave. As 
her body convulsed her ass moved abruptly back and 
Sam's fingers slipped into Diana's pussy.

As Diana's heaves continued, Sam felt pressure building 
in his cock. He looked at Diana; he simply HAD to fuck 
her. He quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them 
down. His cock was rigid and he could feel the gloss of 
precum on the tip. Just then Diana raised her head and 
started to reach for some sort of support. But as she 
started to rise up, a gasp left her lips and she fell 
back into the bowl, her hands making a gentle splash. 
Diana had passed out. 

Sam quickly removed his hand from his cock and pulled 
Diana's hand out of the toilet. He then raised her head 
and held it in the crook of his arm. He looked at her 
face, flush and wet, her eyes closed. He also felt the 
new proximity of Diana's pussy to his hard cock. His 
cock was touching her ass. Sam took stock of the 
situation for a moment, giving second thought to what 
he wanted to do. His thoughts were interrupted by a 
knock on the door. 

"Is everything alright in there?" a voice bellowed. 

"Just fine, be right out." Sam yelled in reply. 

'Damn, it's now or never,' he thought to himself, 'and 
I want this pussy!'

With that Sam quickly spat on his fingers and 
lubricated the tip of his cock. His hand then reached 
out and expertly found the lips of Diana's vagina. 
Using two fingers he spread her pussy lips and with a 
thrust began entering Diana's virgin hole. She gave no 
response as Sam reared back and gave her a second 
thrust, his cock moving in further. He then put his 
free hand underneath Diana's chest, cupping her breast 
for balance and gave the girl one mighty thrust, 
feeling his cock sink all the way into her warm, soft 
vagina. 

Sam felt the wonderful feeling of being in this tight, 
sweet pussy and wasted no time. He thrust in and out of 
her with great fury. He was so excited - he knew he 
wouldn't last long. And he didn't. In minutes he felt 
his cum building up in his balls and knew it was time 
to pull out. But the sensation of her tight, velvety-
smooth young pussy was overwhelming. Sam unconsciously 
tried to steal one last thrust in this wonderfully 
tight vagina before he let his seed go, but his cock 
convulsed quicker than expected. He came deep in her 
pussy, only pulling out when half his cum was spent. 

He let go of Diana, placing her head on the edge of the 
toilet and looked back between his legs. His cock gave 
one last convulsion and a ball of semen spurt from its 
tip. He could see a white strand of semen leading from 
his cock to the entrance of Diana's vagina. There, the 
semen mixed with a trickle of red blood flowing from 
the engorged lips of her sex. 'Wow, look at that!' he 
thought, 'A virgin. What an absolutely great fuck!'

He smiled a delightfully devilish smile as he started 
putting his cock back into his pants. He began to 
remember there was a party in progress on the other 
side of the bathroom door. He had to make a stealthy 
retreat and quick. Sam got a few towels and cleaned up 
some of the vomit around the toilet. He then rolled 
Diana off the bowl and onto her side between the toilet 
and the wall, putting the towels under her head. He 
looked at her exposed body and pulled her blouse down 
over her breasts, but only pulled the hem of her skirt 
half way down, leaving part of her ass exposed. 

He then quickly washed his hands and turned to the 
door. He listened, trying to determine if anyone was 
lurking on the other side. Deciding it was clear, Sam 
opened the door and peered out. Most of the guys had 
gone back to the living room, but there were still two 
guys hovering near the bathroom; Dan and Greg. 

"How's she doin'?" Dan asked with a smile. In an 
attempt to throw them off, Sam told them she was doing 
alright but asked to be left alone. He then exited the 
bathroom, but not before locking the door, and walked 
between the two guys and back out into the party. 

Dan watched Sam leave and thought for a moment. He then 
decided he wasn't going to take Sam at his word and 
moved to the bathroom door trying to open it. Finding 
it locked he gently knocked on the door 

"Are you alright in there?"

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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