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record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that
beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I
immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful
employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I
stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look
helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d
gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What
can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes
back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the
bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with
everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a
real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I
had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that
quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my
coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks
again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,
and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes
and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist
flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,
turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her
cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.
She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had
a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I
think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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Julie
It was a nice warm day in San Antonio when you two arrived and
called to let me know that the two of you were in town. Ann
answered the phone and said she would deliver the message when I
got home. She further told you how much I had been looking
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Dear Phantasies,
Since you published my letter about how Shauna and I first met, I
thought you might be interested in hearing about one of our recent
adventures. Although sex between us is always great, we’ve recently had
an experience that we think is worth sharing with your readers.
For those who missed my first letter, I’m a graduate student at an Ivy
League college, and Shauna is a freshman at the same school. She’s five
feet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that fits my
specification for the perfect sex partner: 36-24-34, and muscular in a
very feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery passions
(in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5′-10″, and
weigh 145 pounds, and I’m in very good shape from a regular exercise
routine. My sports have conditioned me more for stamina than for
strength, which is a big help for the way Shauna and I like our sex.
It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally various fraternities
and sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usual
playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike’s parents’ house for the
weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I’ve never been much of a fan
of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one for
a while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into her
wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained why she
was so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party.
“The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the party turns into a
costumed orgy,” she said.
“Mm hmm. Have any of them ever been to it themselves?” I asked.
“Well, no, but there’s always some truth behind a rumor, right?” she
countered.
“Usually there is,” I had to agree. “But what if there isn’t?”
She gave me her patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin, and said, “Well,
we’ll just have to make sure that there is, won’t we?”
Well, I don’t believe in doing things halfway, so we made sure we had
the best costumes we could come up with, and spent a couple of Saturdays
working on them. We chose a couple of comic book characters, Shadowcat
and Nightcrawler. Shauna’s costume consisted of a blue leotard, light
blue tights, blue bomber-style jacket, blue domino mask, and, much to my
delight, a pair of calf-high blue boots with four-inch heels. Blue
isn’t really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My character,
Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he’s really a good
guy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a red
…End of the part1. To be continued..
to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.
He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her
voice.
Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session”
whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his
problems.
Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation
or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want
John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she
felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road
to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who
were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.
John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken
over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about
6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach
aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.
About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some
“funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he
needed more evidence before he told her more.
He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work
the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something
going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of
the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he
couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and
“mind control” stuff.
Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it
was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with
rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and
relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high
ranking government people.
It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran
its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general
medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.
John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have
helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed
to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to
hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but
it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought
up the subject of starting a family.
With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly
wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the
women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they
seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides
these silly men are just like children anyway.”
Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in
the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent
daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t
been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and
babies.
the Visit and the Secret Revealed
The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better. He’d been
sleeping so soundly, he’d wet his bed twice that week, but Ann didn’t have
the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed embarrassed enough
when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.
He’d been listening to some tape or something the doctor had given him, but
all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It seemed very relaxing and
soothing, but Ann didn’t have time for that nonsense.
Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr. Whetmore, when
Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to “talk” before they
went in to see John and his associate.
While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John’s problems were
due to the stress of his job, and this silly “investigation” he’d started,
and finally decided to drop. His pressure and the strain were making him a
little paranoid, seeing “bogey men everywhere” as Dr. Rotman explained it.
While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small shiny ball on a
thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was fascinated by it as
it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with a gentle,
steady rythm, and the soft click, click as it hit the other ball. She found
it hard to concentrate on what the doctor said at first, but then it seemed
so much easier, as she relaxed and just listened to him while she watched
the ball.
Finally, the doctor said “Let’s go see Dr. Whetmore and John, Ann so we can
find how to help John with is problems.”
Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
softly to her reassuring her everything would be alright, just as long as
she accepted John’s problem and helped him to get over the stresses he was
feeling.
As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.
As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.
The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.
Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.
These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.
Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.
Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.
I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The
sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a
faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a
quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.
I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I
have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not
a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a
black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and
offer a little more protection than trousers.
I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon
top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the
limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road
straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was
wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and
black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from
this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good
mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a
road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the
back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.
Hewas about 18 I assume, but it was difficult to tell. Dark hair
and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic
build.
“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”
“Thanks very much mate.”
“Where are you going?”
“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off
but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”
“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”
“Good, that would be super.”
“Have you ever back-ridden before?”
“No, well not on one of these.”
“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to
stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near
your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the
next left or right turn.”
“O.K. you’re the gov.”
He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind
me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-
ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered
speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a
big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that
power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,
as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a
hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his
hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his
hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to
stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling
bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-
tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in
the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I
slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He
slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and
asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to
thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.
Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.
“Oh, god, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” Alyssa told her. “And you, too,
Tom.” she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited
here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often
scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she’d
never win a beauty contest but that didn’t mean she wasn’t damned attractive.
Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above
and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and
never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn’t get
any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely
loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt
Jenny that way. Didn’t mean I couldn’t dream, though…
They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.
Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they
went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing
away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger’s seat tomorrow.
I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I
heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling…
It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?
“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”
Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.
Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”
True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”
“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”
Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.
Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.
The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”
Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”
“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.
I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”
“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”
“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.
I kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.
Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.
I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.
Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.
I moved my attentions from Jenny’s breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made
my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down
between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy,
first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside.
Jenny began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly
said, “God, this is so great!” in a high, excited voice.
I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.
Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.
After a few minutes she said, “You always did know how to get to me. But now
I’ve got something for you…”
“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.
She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”
“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”
I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.
Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.
They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and
bodies. I fondled Alyssa’s ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness,
their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.
Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.
She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.
Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that
were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But
the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I
orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her
body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries I
pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock.
Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the
neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest
and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before
we all collapsed from exhaustion.
I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.
We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa’s urging, we decided to
postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had
her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day
talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn’t know.
Like the fact that last night was the very first time they had done anything
like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an
extended family. That night wasn’t a repeat performance, but much, much
better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more
naturally. I shan’t bore you with details but let me say it was by far the
most incredible night of my life.
Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…
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I don’t know, but for some reason I always felt different. The other girls in my
class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn’t get it. I dated a
little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really seemed to be as interesting
as the other girls made it out to be. It wasn’t as if the boys weren’t
interested in me. I have dark red hair and a fair complexion. The boys all
considered me pretty, even though I thought my breasts were still too small and
my butt too big.
But still, I just never found boys all that interesting. I had guy friends, it
wasn’t like I didn’t like guys, but I just didn’t like them the way all my female
friends semed to. I started to worry that I might be gay. I knew that there
were a lot of people in my small town who disapproved of homosexuality. And I
was raised to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.
So when I started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got
very worried. I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself off from
my friends.
One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and noticed Terry.
She was very tall, almost six foot. She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down
her arched back and a trim, athletic build. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
She had just started school here, she had moved in from Colorado. She was
lovely. At night, when I couldn’t control myself any longer, and started to
touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my mind’s eye.
It didn’t take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry. I was thinking
about her day and night. But I was so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew
even further into myself. My parents made me see a psychiatrist and what few
friends I still had were very worried about me.
I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I caught myself staring at
the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular basis. And in the shower,
I’d watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy
water. There was a shower stall that was around a corner and you couldn’t see
into and I’d sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot little pussy and
masturbate furiously and try to squelch my moans. I always tried to not get
caught. But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch me.
Then, something happened. It was after shcool. It was two days until Christmas
vacation and things were slowing down. Most of the kids were vacationing with
their parents early and school was almost deserted. I went to get my stuff out
of my locker before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out. I looked around
before I picked it up. I opened it and read what it said, “I saw you. I know.”
It felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I felt sick and ran to the girls
room to throw up. I tried to regain my composure, but every time I thought I was
just about calmed down again, I’d start to cry or shake. I was at least thankful
that I had the bathroom to myself. The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn’t have
to got to school and face it. Since my parents were at work and my sister and
brothers were all at school, I was alone in the house. I couldn’t make up my
mind if it was a good thing or not. I was alone, but that left me with no
distractions. I worried all day and then I started to cry again. I ran to my
room and put my face into my pillows to keep from beig heard should anybody come
home early. Who was it that had seen me? What would they do? They’d probably
get their friends together and beat me up. Or report me to the guidance
counselor, who’d probably tell my parents. They already had me going to
thearapy, they’d probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at the
other girls in the showers.
All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it. I was a wreck and my parents
were loosing patience with me. They were not tolerent in any sense of the word.
They wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a normal sixteen-year-old.
And I could hardly get out of bed in the morning.
Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school. I went through the first
three classes constantly worried. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t pay
attention and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even worse. I tried
to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I started looking around, to see if
anybody was looking at me. I knew in my head that they were all watching me,
the little dyke. They were all looking for some oppurtunity to do whatever it
was they were planning to do. But whenever I looked around, I didn’t see
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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