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My New Lingerie
by Peter (bcs9966@yahoo.ca)

***

A young girl just turned 13 discovers her sexuality. 
(mf-teens, youths, 1st, exh, mast)

***

It was two days after my thirteenth birthday when I 
first noticed it. Mr. Allen, my geography teacher had 
given us an in-class assignment to drawer the province 
as accurately as we could. He had given us the full 
period to do this and he wanted a lot of detail. I 
attended an all girls Catholic school complete with the 
silly uniforms.

He was wondering around the room looking at each 
student's progress and had stopped behind my desk to 
look over my shoulder at my progress. I glanced up and 
noticed that he was looking at my chest rather than my 
map. He quickly looked away when I looked up. It didn't 
take me to long to figure out that he was actually 
looking down the front of my blouse. I could hardly 
believe that he was interested in my chest as my 
breasts had only started to grow and were each the size 
of half a tennis ball. 

Today I had worn the silly "training" bra my mother had 
bought me for my birthday. As I thought about what he 
was doing and having decided that he actually was 
trying to look at my breasts I remember the other times 
he had stood behind me looking at my work. I knew that 
he wouldn't have seen anything then either because this 
morning, as I wore my bra, was the first time that I 
hadn't worn the snug fitting undershirts that I had 
been standard wearing apparel since I was six.

It must be the bra I thought. That was the reason he 
was still there and as far as I new still looking down 
my shirt. There was two reasons that I didn't say 
anything – the first was that I would have been 
embarrassed and secondly, it was causing a strange warm 
feeling in my stomach. Could it be that Mr. Allen, who 
was ancient, was actually interested in looking at my 
tiny breasts?

I was still thinking about it the next morning as I was 
dressing for school. I decided to wear my bra again 
even if I didn't really like it and made sure that I 
had my loosest shirt to wear over it. I tried bending 
over in front of the mirror but all I could see was my 
bra. My breasts weren't even showing a bit. I reached 
behind my back and loosened the bra strap to its 
loosest setting. 

When I bent over this time it was a little better but I 
still couldn't see much. Then I reached into my shirt 
and slid the shoulder straps a little looser. Now, when 
I bent over the bra fell away from my chest and I could 
easily see my breasts including my nipples. I sat at my 
dresser and leaned forward as I would when I was 
working at my desk at school. Looking down I could see 
that my bra had fallen forward but not quite enough to 
show my nipples. I could see the small roundness of my 
breasts but the nipples were just hidden.

I tightened things up again and headed off to school. 
My geography class was the last of the day and I went 
into the washroom and loosened my bra in one of the 
cubicles. Sitting on the toilet I managed to set the 
straps so that everything was revealed except my 
nipples when I leaned forward. Well, off to Mr. Allen's 
class I went wondering if I had the nerve to show him. 

By the time the class started I had a strange feeling 
in the pit of my stomach. As I sat there the feeling 
moved lower into my body and seemed to be centered 
between my legs. I didn't know what was happening but 
it felt good and I didn't want it to stop.

Mr. Allen was wandering around the class and I saw him 
stop behind a few of the other female students and 
glance quickly down at their necklines. I couldn't 
believe I hadn't noticed him doing it before. I heard 
him come up behind me and, even though I was shaking, I 
lent forward a little. He stopped behind me and 
continued to talk to the class. I glanced quickly down 
and I saw that everything except my nipples, which were 
now as hard as they got when I was cold, were in plain 
view. Suddenly I wanted Mr. Allen to see my nipples as 
well as my breasts but I didn't know how I was going to 
do it without loosening my bra some more. I hunched my 
shoulders and, glancing down, saw that my right nipple, 
which was all swollen and puffy, even the areola, was 
now in plain view.

I don't think I could have stood up if I had wanted to. 
My legs felt weak and the feeling in my stomach and 
between my legs was intensifying. My panties felt wet 
and I was worried that I was peeing. Mr. Allen was 
still behind me and I knew that he could see what he 
had been trying see for quite awhile.

Finally he walked away and as soon as he got to the 
front of the class I raised my hand and asked if I 
could go to the washroom. I raced down the hall and as 
soon as I had locked the cubicle door I reached under 
my skirt and pulled down my panties. The crotch was 
soaked and I ran my finger between my vagina lips to 
see what it was. That felt terribly good. I started 
running my finger back and forth and the feeling I had 
had when Mr. Allen was looking at my breasts 
immediately came back. I kept rubbing and very quickly 
a feeling of intense pleasure washed over me. My older 
sister had joked with me about masturbation and I had 
tried it prior to this but, although it felt nice, 
nothing like this had ever happened before. I finally 
knew what she was talking about.

When I got home that day after school my sister was not 
there and I went up to her room and quickly opened the 
bottom drawer of her dresser. I knew she put underwear 
in that drawer that was getting to small for her 
rapidly growing 17 years. She hated throwing anything 
away. I found an old red bra that was a 32AA with lots 
of lace and a pair of matching lacy red thong panties. 
I would have to use a needle and thread to make the set 
fit me but at least they would look better than my 
training bra and full cotton panties.

Altering the bra and panties was a simple job for 
someone who routinely got A's in Home Ec. and soon I 
was trying them on in the bathroom with the door 
carefully locked. Both the bra and the panties fit 
perfectly. I found the panties a little uncomfortable 
with the string pulled into my bum but I figured I 
would get used to it. I was right – they looked a lot 
better than what I was used to wearing, not that I was 
used to wearing a bra at all until two days ago.

The following day was Saturday and I decided to try my 
new underwear and go and see my next door neighbour 
Tim, a boy my age whom I had played with for years. I 
wore a loose fitting t-shirt and very loose fitting 
shorts over my new look underwear. I figured that if I 
felt like it I could arrange for Tim to see up my shirt 
or the leg of my shorts. In fact if I bent over the hem 
of the shirt hung down to my knees. It had never been a 
problem before as I always wore cotton undershirts 
which Tim had certainly seen with no visible effect for 
the last ten years and he had certainly seen the old 
heavy cotton panties that I had worn up until today. 

In fact I remember spilling pop on my shorts when I was 
over at his house one or two years ago by ourselves and 
I had taken them off and rinsed them out. We had played 
the rest of the day long after my shorts had finished 
in the dryer with me wearing just my old cotton 
trustees. We had never thought anything of it but I do 
remember thinking that I certainly couldn't go outside 
like that and what else was I supposed to do.

I knocked on Tim's door and we decided to go up in his 
tree house. I started up the ladder first and knew that 
Tim could see up my shirt. I reached the top and looked 
down expecting Tim to be right behind me. He wasn't. He 
was still standing on the ground looking up. He was 
staring unabashedly up my shirt. I pretended I didn't 
realize and told him to hurry up. Climbing into the 
fort, I sat cross legged on the floor and waited for 
him. Glancing down at my shorts I saw that the loose 
legs were gaping and that Tim would be able to look up 
them. I wished that I had checked with a mirror so I 
would know what he could see. 

Tim climbed in and sat down in front of me. He didn't 
look down at first but then he glanced down and I saw 
his eyes go wide. I figured he was looking right at the 
triangle of red cloth that was covering my vagina. The 
feeling of warmth started again and I wanted it to keep 
going. I looked at the front of his shorts and I saw a 
tent forming and I knew the views certainly were having 
an affect on him. I wondered what his penis looked like 
and whether or not he was circumcised like my mom had 
talked about the time she had "sat me down for a 
serious talk." In fact that was when I learned the 
terms "penis" and "vagina." 

She had been very nervous talking about those things 
but she had struggled through. I also knew that 
"intercourse" was what men and women did to have babies 
and that I couldn't have babies until my period started 
which it hadn't. I wondered what it would be like to 
have "intercourse" with Tim. Would his penis fit in my 
vagina? Would it hurt? What would it feel like?

Wile these things were running through my mind Tim was 
trying not to stare at the crotch of my shorts and I 
was trying not to stare at the tent in his. I turned 
over onto my hands and knees and swung around until my 
bum was pointed in his direction. I was pretending to 
look in a box we had on the far side of the tree fort. 
My t-shirt fell completely away and the hem was almost 
touching the ground. I knew that I might as well have 
been kneeling there in my bra and shorts as far as what 
Tim could see. I heard his breath catch behind me. It 
was funny – nothing ad changed except I was wearing a 
bra rather than my old undershirt. I had often assumed 
this position before and Tim hadn't thought anything of 
it. 

"What's the matter with you?" I asked as I rummaged in 
the box. 

Tim muttered something that I couldn't understand.

"What did you say? I asked.

"I can see your bra."

"So? You have seen my undershirts lots of times."

"But they weren't a bra"

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know. It's just different."

"For goodness sakes," I said and turned back to a 
sitting position. I reached down and grabbed the hem of 
my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head. I sat there 
with just my bra on. The feeling in my stomach getting 
stronger.

"Now look at it and tell me what the difference is."

He stared at my chest and said "you've got breasts."

"Of course I have breasts, I'm a girl. They never 
bothered you before."

"I never knew they were there before."

"Well get used to them, I don't think they're going to 
go away."

Tim was getting flustered. He didn't know whether to 
look at my bra or turn away.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"It's pretty" he responded eyes wandering around the 
fort.

"How do you know if you don't look at it?" His eyes 
snapped back to the bra. The feeling in my stomach was 
almost too much to bear now.

"Do you want me to take it off so you can see it 
better?"

"But then I will be able to see your breasts" he 
responded.

"I'll take it off if you show me what is making the 
bump in your pants."

There was a long pause and Tim finally said "OK, you 
first."

Now it was up to me. Did I have the nerve to do this? I 
couldn't think of anyone better than Tim to do this 
with. I had known him for years. I reached behind me 
and undid the hook of my bra. I held it in front of me 
and then dropped it in my lap. 

For the firs time in my life I was sitting topless in 
front of a boy. Tim just looked at my breasts. My 
nipples were hardening and, looking down, I saw they 
were starting to stick out like they did when I was 
cold. With the areolas, which were also swollen, they 
seemed to be almost as large as my breasts themselves.

My stomach was flipping so fast I thought I would pass 
out. I felt moisture gathering between my legs just 
like it had in school the day before and I felt like my 
breath was coming in short gasps.

Tim just kept staring at my breasts. "Can I touch 
them?" he asked.

"Not until you take off your shorts."

Tim quickly pushed his shorts and underpants down to 
his ankles and off his feet. I saw a real penis for the 
first time. It was about three inches long and half an 
inch thick and was standing straight out and curved a 
little upwards. He, like me, had no hair around his 
privates. I had seen pictures that my sister showed my 
once of a man's penis and it had lots of hair around it 
as did the picture of a woman's vagina.

I liked this better, it seemed cleaner. I slid closer 
to Tim and reached for his penis. It was very hard as I 
took it in my hand yet the skin was soft. Tim reached 
out and touched one of my breasts with his fingers. He 
moved his fingers around my breast and then onto my 
nipple. The nipple was hard and swollen but the areola 
was quite soft even though it was swollen. When his 
fingers hit my nipple I thought I was going to stop 
breathing. It felt so good. I hoped he would keep 
playing with it. 

"You have matching underpants on," he said.

"They're called 'panties', not 'underpants'. And 
they're not much like pants. They only cover my 
vagina."

"Is that your pussy?"

"That's what my sister calls it."

"I like that name better," he said. "It is easier to 
remember."

"OK, you can call it my 'pussy' then."

"What does it look like – will you show me?"

"Sure." I stood up and pulled my shorts off leaving my 
panties on.

I was standing there naked with nothing on but my 
panties. I looked down at my breasts and saw that my 
nipples were extended and were very hard. My breasts 
were about the size and shape of half a tennis ball and 
the areolas were about the size of a fifty cent piece 
and were swollen and sticking out from my breasts. My 
nipples were about the size and shape of a pencil 
eraser and right then just about as hard. Tim was 
trying to see everything and once and seemed in a panic 
that he would miss something.

"Do you want me to take my panties off so you can see 
my vagina... my pussy?"

"Please," he almost begged.

I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my panties, 
pulled them down and steeped out of them. I was now 
naked in front of Tim. My nipples were so hard they 
were hurting and the warm, funny feeling in my crotch 
was so intense I could hardly stand it. I felt moisture 
seeping out of my vagina and my knees were wobbly. I 
quickly lid down on the floor of the tree house and 
tried to relax. Tim was watching me fascinated. His 
penis was sticking straight out and appeared just as 
hard as my nipples.

I sat on the floor of the tree house facing him. My 
knees were raised and my feet were far enough apart 
that they were not interfering with his view.

"What do you want me to do?," I asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps you could lay down." 

I did as he asked and raised my knees spreading them so 
he could see my pussy. 

"Can I come closer?" Tim's quavering voice asked. 

"Come as close as you want." 

Tim moved closer until he was kneeling right at my 
feet. He leaned over until his head was right between 
my knees. I saw him staring at my vagina. To help him I 
raised my legs and grabbed my knees spreading my legs 
even further apart. My vagina was now tilted up towards 
his face and about a foot away from his staring eyes. I 
was starting to feel the onset of the same intense 
feeling I had had when I was in the school washroom 
stroking my vagina.

"Can I touch it?" Tim asked.

"Sure," I replied. I didn't dare say any more because 
my voice was quavering. 

Tim reached out and I felt his fingers brush against 
the lips of my vagina. My body jerked and I gasped.

"Did I hurt you?" Tim asked pulling his hand away.

"No, no," I said. "It felt good, do what you want, I 
will tell you if you are hurting me."

He reached out with both hands and I felt his fingers 
on either side of my vagina. He slowly spread my lips 
apart. 

"I can see your hole" he said. "Tell me if I hurt you."

I don't think I could have said anything coherent even 
if he had stuck a needle into me. Waves of intense 
feeling were rolling over me. I nodded my head. I was 
desperately hoping the same feeling would come as did 
in the school washroom.

I felt Tim's fingers spreading my lips further and 
further apart. I spread my knees as far apart as they 
would go to help him.

"Your hole only goes in a little way then there is a 
barrier with a little opening in it. Is that your 
cherry?"

"I think it's my hymen," I stammered. 

"Then where is your cherry?" he replied.

"My sister says that "cherry" is a slang word for 
hymen."

"What's this littler knob at the top of your slit?," he 
asked.

"Where?"

"Here," he said, touching it with his finger tip.

"Ungg, ahhh!" was all I could reply and I felt like I 
was going to come out of my skin. "Touch it some 
more... ahhhhhhh... PLEASE! Keep touching it." 

Tim started gently rubbing the spot and wave after wave 
of intense feeling washed over me. I heard myself 
moaning and grunting. I hoped it would never end but it 
did. I let my knees go and my legs fell down to the 
floor knocking Tim's hand away.

It was a few seconds before I could talk properly.

"That was wonderful," I said. "I have never felt 
anything like that before. I think you just masturbated 
me."

"Would you masturbate me?" he asked.

"I don't know how."

"You just hold my cock and slid your hand up and down."

"OK."

Tim lay back on the floor. His penis was standing 
straight up. I took hold of it and slowly moved my hand 
up and down. The skin slid smoothly and he said to go a 
little faster. I picked up the speed and soon he was 
lifting his hips off the floor and his eyes closed. He 
started to breathe harder and it wasn't long before he 
started jerking his hips and a little bit of creamy 
stuff came out of his penis. 

"Thank you," he said. "You can stop now."

I stopped and said "Is that all?" I was glad that I 
seemed to have experienced much more than he did.

We got dressed and decide that it was time for both of 
us to go home. 

Next day was Sunday and my mother wanted me to go to 
the mall with her. I had to wear my ugly training bra 
and white panties because I was with her. 

***

To be continued if there is any interest email me.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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