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From The Beginning
by Fanta_Sis (fanta_sis@hotmail.co.uk)

***

She could be considered one of the yungest pedophiles
in the world. (bg, youths, 1st, voy)

***

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

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