I was brave...
Animal
2008-01-17
Topic: Part One: Growing up was a drag. I had not made many friends apart from Bethany, who was my best friend untill 10th grade and she betrayed me. I thought I was ugly my entire childhood, I was on the tall side, red curly hair with a too skinny body that did not have many curves. Things changed though after I turned 14, I started to develop and was seeing myself finally, as a budding woman. On the more personal side, I had a white complexion, but my nipples were dark brown, probably due to my indian herritage. Another weird thing was my cunt, I had an unusually large clitoris and the lips to go with it. I always hated it because I could never wear the same skimpy thoungs I saw women wearing on TV because my "wings" as I call them, would always hang out. I think the only good thing about my fleshy cunt was how easy it was to get off without anyone noticing. That is not the reason I am writing this story and I have to get back on subject.
I grew up in the sticks, outside a small town and there were not many other people that I could find myself getting along with, except Bethany. Stranger still, Bethany was a very good looking girl. Bethy was alwayus trying to tell me that I was sesxy and a great girl, but I never thought much of it. I slept over at her house often and saw her naked a lot because we would take a bath togeter all the time.
Her body, when we were both about 13, was already starting to develop. I can remember exactly, and I want to share with you how this started. We had just gotten out of the bath.
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"Alice, you don't have to be so shy around me. I am your best friend. " Bethany said to me. "I have to tell you, I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when we are alone. "
Just hearing this for some reason had my mind going somewhere completely where I was scared. I had never really thought about sex, but my instinct along with the way she was looking at me. . . . brought to my mind, that she was wanting something like sex. I have only just started to learn things about sex, and nothing I had learned up to that point, involved lesbianism.
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But things were about to0 change.
"Bethy. . . " I fumbled the words out and was about to say more but I was cut off. Bethany jumped at me and gave me a very full and hard hug. She just held me, and I felt in that moment, that she was not ever going to let go of me.
"Allie, I want to tell you something becauser I trust you.
I think I am in love with you and I want to feel what it is like to . . you know, 'do it'. . I want you though. Hearing her say this had my sould on fire. I went from not wanting sex to almost raping her in seconds.
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I could feel, actually feel the pain of wanting her burning inside me. But what Alice had in mind was more than I was ready for.
We were still in our towels and Allies parents were long gone to bed. She jumped over and turned on the radio so that she did not have to worry about waking her parents with her noises. To my suprise. . . Ally left.
"I want you to wait here," she told me. "I am just getting something. In her room I waited, wondering what it was going to be like. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, I was just never that turned on by guys. I liked the idea of a penis, just not a guy. It just happened that Alice was going to present to me an alternative that would have me hooked for the rest of my life. Alice came back in the room, but not alone.
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She had in her hand a leash, which was attached to Ranger. Her fathers very large German Shepard.
"Alice! Why did you bring the dog in here. I thought we were going to be alone. " I felt so used. I wanted to feel someone touch me geltly, to caress me. I had such a powerful fire burning between my legs that I have never felt before. I knew my pussy was wet already because I felt it every time I shifted. Now, I was scared. I saw that there was a look in her eyes that was more intense than the look she had when she told me that she wanted me. Where was this all going. . . . ? I was about to find out.
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