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(f-solo, mast) *** Betsy was thirteen and her birthday had been yesterday with a major party for moving into the "teen years," as daddy had said. All her best friends and even cousins had been there and everyone said it was a great party. She had been up until one AM helping her parents clean-up. She awoke, stretched her slim, dark-tanned body and sat up. She had panties on but nothing else. It was hot already and had been warm last night, so she had skipped her baby doll top. Her tan lines were in stark contrast to her pale breast area -- still very little action there, but her nipples had gotten pointy and were pushing out her T-shirts, so she knew she was gonna get boobs pretty soon. A fact which made her happy since several of her friends were in training bras. Betsy was dying to have straps across her back too. She felt her nipples and they gave her the little tingle she had noticed before. She knew it had something to do with sex but wasn't sure just what. Boys were always looking at her pointy chest bumps. She liked that, although she had no idea why they were so interested. She got out of bed, went to her bathroom, peed, brushed her teeth and decided to shower and shampoo. She collected her toiletries, turned the water on and sat on the pot waiting for the water to get hot. Her bedroom was on the third floor. It took a while to get hot water up there from the basement. When the shower door steamed up, she stood, slid her panties off and got in. She loved the feel of the hot steam and water on her skin and let it beat down on her. She lathered her hair, washed it while scrubbing her scalp then rinsed. She used conditioner even though she had gotten a short haircut for the summer. Daddy called it a "poodle cut," which she thought was cute. If she just blew it dry and brushed a little, her slightly curly hair waved nicely back from her face, pleasing her. She reached for her wash cloth and found she had forgotten it. After a brief debate with herself about going out of the hot into relative cool to get it, she reached for the soap instead. She lathered her hands and washed her face, shoulders and arms. Rinsing, she lathered again and did her chest and tummy. The slick smooth slide of her hands across her nipples kept her focused on them for some time and her tummy got sort of fluttery. She was feeling tingles again and they were more intense than they had been before. She lathered again and did her legs and feet and then with some distaste -- her mom said it was dirty down there -- re-lathered and reached around to do her rear bottom. She soaped the round bubble of her "sitter" and rubbed half of it with each hand. It was sort of relaxing to press hard, pull against the cheeks and feel the sensations produced. She slid fingers into her butt cleft and wiped them across her poop hole. Normally the wash cloth did the job and she didn't have to think about it. This time her fingers were contacting her anus and she felt the wrinkles and ridges of the opening. She explored a little and poked a finger tentatively into herself, producing a stretching sensation then warm hot tightness that was pleasant and intriguing. She rinsed her butt, lathered down her belly to her crack and wiped the soap across her front bottom. For the first time in her memory she felt her own soft tissues. A pleasurable tingle arose there, a reminder of the tingle in her nipples. With her left hand in her crotch her right hand slid up her tummy and chest, to her nipples. The soapy hand circled around on her breasts, and experienced again, the tingling in her bottom, much stronger than before. It caused her left hand to flex and press against her lower lips and her middle finger slid into her slit. The intensity of the resulting sensation buckled her knees, causing her to sag against the warm tiles of the shower. She leaned there with her face turned up into the spray of the shower, her hand in her crotch, rubbing her nipples. Her left hand began almost on its own to explore the new territory. More fingers pressed her swelling and puffy lower lips apart and entered the inner sensitive area. The feeling was so much stronger inside! She worked them around, feeling, squeezing and pressing. Her whole body seemed to focus on her middle. As she pressed against the inner lower area, she felt the "cap" she had learned about in health class and recognized her birth canal where someday a baby would come out. The position of her hand forced her wrist against the bump at the upper end of her slit. The pressure there produced an enormous surge of pleasure. She slid down the wall of the shower until she was sitting on the wet tile floor with knees wide apart and hand still rubbing in her bottom. Her eyes were half closed as she watched her hand moving in herself. Her wrist continued to press her bump. The movements of her fingers added to the feelings. The sensation around her cap was intense. She continued to wiggle her middle finger against it. The soap had long since rinsed off her chest. Her nipples were stiff as pencil erasers and about the same size. She squeezed one and the jolt to her bottom made her weak. She pressed on her bottom, while pulling at her nipple, and felt an exploding sensation that filled her entire body. Her hands pressed harder, her bottom humped up and stiff fingers slammed into her. Her middle finger went through the cap and two others slid into her butt. The fingers of her left hand had filled her bottom. The thundering pleasure of that act nearly stole her consciousness. She lay on the shower floor until the water began to get cold. At last she struggled to her feet, sat on the potty seat and just breathed. While drying off, she found a bloody smear on the towel after patting her bottom. Scared, she examined herself. Though finding no more blood, she was sore where her finger had entered the opening. She remembered her health class teacher telling the girls about the hymen and what happened when it broke. "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore," she said with a grin. "And, so what?" She had no idea how it happened but knew she would never use a wash cloth again, at least not on her own body. And, she figured a daily shower or two might be well worth the time. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75