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Archive name: beauty.txt (mf-yteens, 1st, coa)
Authors name: Jessy19 (deadgirl_superstar81@yahoo.com)
Story title : Beautiful Thing

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Beautiful Thing
by Jessy19 (deadgirl_superstar81@yahoo.com)

***

Two best friends discover the joy of puberty. (mf-
yteens, 1st, coa)

***

Being 12 years old wasn't as easy as I thought it would 
have been. I still recall being back in seventh grade 
holding my books to my chest and anxiously waiting for 
my best friend Jimmy Ellison to walk me home after 
school. He was at basketball practice.

You see Jimmy and I were friends since about third 
grade and we did everything together. It never really 
mattered that he was a boy and I was a girl. He saw me 
as a person and that was that. We did mostly things 
boys would do like wrestle, play basketball, play with 
remote cars, and video games. I guess I thought we'd 
always be like that until that one day came along and 
suddenly everything changed.

You see, there is this thing called puberty that both 
boys and girls go through. I never meant to grow 
breasts but unfortunately being female it was all part 
of the process. One day my chest had began to hurt and 
I saw my breasts swollen and my nipples hard and a dark 
pink color. I shrugged it off hoping they'd stop 
growing but that didn't happen. 

By the time I knew it, I was a small b-cup size and the 
most embarrassing thing was to have to go buy a bra. 
All of my friends didn't wear a bra or were barely on a 
training bra. I felt so shy and usually wore a jacket 
or big sweat shirts trying to hide my breasts.

I knew Jimmy felt different around me. We couldn't 
wrestle anymore without him bumping into my breasts. I 
knew he felt uncomfortable and would stop and ask if we 
could just play video games instead of any contact 
sport. It was at that point that I kept wishing I had 
been born a boy. If I were a boy then Jimmy and I would 
have no problem playing together without letting 
anything like breasts ruin our fun.

As I waited for him, I watched a few eighth grade girls 
walked holding hands with their boyfriends. Having a 
boyfriend had never crossed my mind, never, that is 
until the whole breast thing.

I started having these small urges and started viewing 
boys differently. I no longer saw them as just fun 
friends to play with. Everything was changing and I 
felt as if I couldn't stop time. I wanted to just stay 
as a child when things were easy and life was fun. Now 
it all seemed so complicated.

I had noticed some changes in Jimmy as well. Before 
this year he used to be about two inches shorter than 
me, now he was two inches taller than me it seemed. 
Also his voice was no longer the high-pitched voice I 
was used to. It was low and deep. His brown hair was no 
longer loose and shaggy; it was cut short and neatly 
combed. I had to admit that I was seeing him in a 
different light. I didn't want to, but it was almost 
impossible not to like Jimmy as more than a friend.

I leaned against my locker and closed my eyes remember 
what happened that Friday night. I was over at Jimmy's 
house as I usually was. We had been playing some video 
games and I had made sure to wear my baggy sweatshirt, 
even thought it was 85 degrees outside. I was playing 
and he just watched me. I tried to concentrate on the 
game, but I noticed Jimmy's blue eyes piercing at me.

"What?" I asked with my eyes remaining on the game.

"Nothing," he replied in a soft voice.

He kept staring.

"What?" I asked again putting the game on pause.

He looked at my face and then down towards my chest. I 
don't know why he looked down; I figured the large 
sweatshirt would be good enough to hide my breasts.

"Nothing. I was just... never mind," his words trailed 
off.

I stared at him. "Jimmy! Come on tell me!"

He turned away and laughed. I felt so furious. I hated 
when people laughed at something and didn't tell me. I 
put the game controller down and pushed him on the 
floor. He fell and smiled looking up at me.

"You're such a butthead. Now tell me what you were 
thinking!" I snapped.

He nodded and just remained laying on the floor. "I 
told you it's nothing."

I was impatient. I got on the ground with him ready to 
wrestle him. He grabbed my hands and put them over my 
head and began to tickle me. I laughed shrieked and 
laughed loudly trying hard to stop him.

"Stop! I'm going to kick your butt if you don't!" I 
yelped.

He continued and by the time I knew it, my sweatshirt 
was riding up my body showing my flat belly. I felt his 
hands touch my skin and that got me somewhat excited. I 
didn't stop. I kept wishing my sweatshirt would rise 
higher.

"You can't stop me Misty, you know that. I'm bigger 
now. I'm stronger too!" Jimmy said laughing.

I couldn't stop laughing as he tickled me. I felt his 
body on top of mine. A few months ago, that would have 
been nothing, but now it felt so different. It felt 
pretty good. His warm, strong body was holding me down 
and I didn't care. I wanted to stay that way.

I kept struggling and Jimmy tried his hardest to hold 
me down. I was almost loose from his grip, when I felt 
something on my leg. I stopped struggling for a moment 
and our eyes met. He quickly got off me and his 
beautiful smile had disappeared. He pulled his long t-
shirt down trying to cover his erection. At the time of 
course I had heard about boys getting hard "down there" 
when they got excited. I just never thought Jimmy would 
get excited around me.

"What's wrong?" I asked trying to catch my breath.

He looked away as if he was embarrassed.

"Jimmy?" I asked raising my body up.

"You want to play video games again?" He asked quietly.

I didn't want to play. "Do you hate me?" I blurted out.

His eyes widened. "Hate you? No way! Why do you ask 
that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess because I feel that 
we don't play the way we used to and I know it's 
because I'm a girl. Do you wish I were a boy?"

He scoffed and slowly a smile showed on his handsome 
face. "A boy? No. I like that you're a girl."

"I wish I were a boy. That way things wouldn't get in 
the way."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Things?"

"Yes. You know... things."

He looked at me in silence and then asked the bold 
question. "Misty? Why do you wear big sweatshirts?"

I felt my face turn beet red. "Um... well... because of 
my boobs."

He stared harder. "Are they really big?"

He blushed more. "I don't know. I think they are."

He licked his lips and shyly asked, "Can I see them?"

"No way! I'm not going to show you my boobs!" I yelled.

"Shhhhh! My parents are right downstairs!" He 
whispered.

"Oops sorry!" I said lowering my voice. "But Jimmy that 
is something perverts would ask."

He leaned back on his bed. "I'm not a pervert. I just 
want to see. If you show me yours I'll show you mine," 
He said looking down.

At that moment I felt my heart racing. I'd never seen a 
guy "down there." I often wondered what it looked like. 
I wanted more than anything to be able to see it.

I stood up and sat on the bed next to him. "Ok. I guess 
but don't tell anyone you promise?"

He nodded and his eyes showed excitement. I began to 
slip off my sweatshirt and since I was wearing no bra, 
my breasts were fully exposed. Jimmy stared hard. I saw 
his eyes full of stimulation. My nipples were hardening 
little by little and he watched with amazement.

"Wow. T-they are nice Misty. R-really nice," he 
stuttered.

I blushed again. Suddenly I realized I didn't mind him 
seeing my breasts. Deep down I wanted him to touch 
them. I'd touched them myself and it felt really good 
when I did. I just wondered what it would feel like for 
boy to touch them.

"OK now you show me yours. You promised," I said.

He kept his eyes on my breasts and stood up unzipping 
his jeans and pulling out his cock. My jaw dropped as I 
stared at it. It had to have been about 5 inches long 
and he was already hard. The tip of it looked a lot 
like mushroom and I could see a clear liquid forming on 
it. I stared, mesmerized by his member. Finally, I 
thought, I was able to see a guys "thing."

We stared for what seemed to be an eternity and then 
Jimmy sat on the bed next to me. He scooted over and 
stroked my hair. I smiled shyly and grabbed my 
sweatshirt hiding my breasts. He laughed softly and 
took it away from me.

"I like looking at you Misty. Even with your shirt on I 
still like looking at you," he said sweetly.

At that moment I knew I was in love. Might have been my 
first love, or puppy love; whatever the case may be but 
it was love.

"Kiss me," I uttered desperately.

He put his hand on my face and moved his lips towards 
mine. There was the moment every girl dreams of. A 
first kiss. It was strange but yet so wonderful to feel 
Jimmy's lips against mine. Our kiss was sloppy but 
filled with so much love. I felt Jimmy's tongue begin 
to lick my lips, slowly slipping in my mouth and I 
pulled away. He gave me an apologetic look.

"Misty, I'm sorry. Did that gross you out?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say. In a way having a boy put 
his tongue in my mouth was not gross but different. All 
my life I thought a kiss was just lips touching.

"No. It's not gross, it's just... well is that the way 
you're suppose to kiss?"

He shrugged. "I don't know that's what my brother says. 
He tells me some things he does with his girlfriend."

I wondered what other things Michael, Jimmy's 
seventeen-year-old brother told him about.

"Ok I guess we can kiss like the older kids do. I mean 
they know more than us right?"

He nodded and cupped my face bringing his lips to mine 
once again. This time I parted my mouth inviting his 
tongue in. His tongue swirled in my mouth desperately 
looking for mine. I let my tongue roll over his and 
slowly we began to experience our first French kiss.

I felt myself tingling between my legs. Jimmy's hands 
were on my face and then slowly drifted down to my 
budding breasts. A rush of desire swept over me. It was 
incredible having a boy touch my breasts. His fingers 
lightly pinched my nipples getting me hotter each 
passing second.

"Ooh Jimmy that feels good!" I whispered in between 
kisses.

Jimmy continued to kiss me more passionately and his 
hands were glued to my breasts. I wanted to lay down 
with him let myself rub against his body. His kisses 
went from my lips down to my neck and as soon as I knew 
it, he'd found his way to my nipples. He held one 
nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. I tossed 
my head back and moaned. I found myself spreading my 
legs and wanting him to touch me in my private part. He 
took turns sucking on my nipples and teasing me.

I looked down and saw his cock was hard and I wanted to 
touch it but felt almost scared. I wasn't sure how it 
would feel in my hand. I let all my fears fade and I 
reached down and touched it. Jimmy stopped what he was 
doing and looked into my eyes.

"Ahhh Misty! Keep touching it please. That f-feels 
good!" He groaned.

I kept stroking it. I let my hand run up and down on it 
slowly. Jimmy was slightly shifting his body. His eyes 
were so full of fire and I could see sweat beginning to 
break on his forehead.

"More Misty, more!" He begged breathlessly.

I loved touching him and seeing his expressions filled 
with pleasure. His hands remained holding my breasts 
while I stroked him. We kissed some more as we 
discovered our bodies and our new pleasures. Then I 
felt his hand move down between my legs rubbing my 
pussy over my jeans. I squirmed letting him rub me 
harder. I loved the way he was making me feel! It was 
so wonderful to have a boy touch me down there.

"Feels so good! Keep touching me," I murmured.

His hand was giving me such intense pleasure that I 
quickly felt this rush of excitement go all through my 
body. I gasped and felt myself shaking from the 
wonderful touch of Jimmy's hand. I should have realized 
I was having an orgasm. I'd had that same feeling when 
I rubbed myself but never that intense. It was 
incredible. I heard Jimmy pant as he pressed his lips 
on mine. He was breathing hard and broke our kiss 
letting me watch him cum.

"Hmmmgghhh ooooh y-yes!" He was squirting out gooey 
warm liquid from his cock. I left my hand there and 
kept stroking it letting his juices coat my hand. I 
could smell the saltiness of it in the air as it lay on 
my hand. He smiled at me and blushed.

"Sorry," he apologized.

I was still in a bit of shock. "T-that's OK. Actually I 
think that was so amazing. I didn't know you boys could 
do that."

He laughed and kissed my lips softly. "Well now you 
do."

He stood up and handed me some tissue to clean my hand. 
I wiped his gooey cum off my hand wondering if that's 
the stuff that made babies. I stood up to put my 
sweatshirt back on and before I could, he rushed behind 
me and put his arms around me.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear.

I felt my heart flutter. "I love you too."

That weekend we talked on the phone almost non-stop and 
went to the park where were shared more kisses. I 
discovered being a female wasn't going to be so bad 
after all.

I heard voices coming from down the hall and opened my 
eyes to see Jimmy with his friends. He looked at me and 
smiled. He rushed towards me and I held my hands out to 
him.

"Hi," he said looking happier than I'd ever seen him.

"How was practice?" I asked.

"It was good. I know we're gonna kick some butt in this 
weeks game."

"I know you are. You're really good Jimmy. I'm proud of 
you."

He stroked my face and leaned down to give me a soft 
peck on my lips. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome," I replied.

"Here let me carry your books," he said taking my books 
from me. "You ready to go?"

I nodded and we walked home that day not as friends but 
something more. Growing up was going to be a beautiful 
thing.

The End

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