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From The Beginning
by Fanta_Sis (fanta_sis@hotmail.co.uk)
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She could be considered one of the yungest pedophiles
in the world. (bg, youths, 1st, voy)
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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,
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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