A field Girl Emerges From Her Shell.

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She was not a daughter you would normally ever, take a second glimpse at. knit and olive drab, was what came to mind, if you did examine her.

The just empty seat was in the row behind her, and just to her right. I seated myself and took out the record, that I thought I might need.

New to the class, and knowing no one there, I glanced around a ready subject field of my companion students.

There was one very hit girlfriend, surrounded by her obvious gang of admirers. She wasn't my type, too ‘ sex in your face'in show. A too low and revealing cleavage, an overly tight split unawares skirt, garish ‘ Hollywood'trend lipstick, and so on.

The others, as far as my ready inspection allowed, all just looked pretty norm. The plain one struck me as a bit odd. She was so nonde, as to be almost inconspicuous. Her hairsbreadth was tidy, but that's all it was, just hair, no style, null ! The apparel she wore, were as if they were meant to hide her, like disguise, loose fitting and very ordinary.

Maybe I just scan too much into them, perhaps, she just didn't tutelage. Her desk, I noticed, was plum and ordered, everything in its place.

The teacher, called our names, ticking us off."Julie Rodgers"she read out, and I raised my hand, only a few see my way.

She continued reading the figure out. The plain stitch girl responded to,"Diane Peters."

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Diane sat waiting patiently for the instructor to begin the lesson. She had no interest in her fellow students, only the discipline to be learned.

A hand touched her carpus,"Do you think I might take over a pencil ? I've broken mine and don't seem to have a spare."It was the new young woman, she vaguely realised, without a word, she passed her one.

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I went into the mobile canteen and saw Diane sitting on her own in a corner."Oh, here you are, I just wanted to return your pencil, and say thanks."I started to walk away, but on impulse, turned and asked,"Do you mind if I sit here, I don't know anyone else ?"

She simply nodded, then returned to her book. I sat and unpacked my dejeuner."You're Diane, aren't you ? Hi, I'm Julie."

She glanced over briefly,"Hi."Then back to her book.

This is hard work, I thought to myself, oh well, never mind.

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Diane did not deliver any friends, not that it ever bothered her, she didn't even think about it. She'd never had a fellow, it just never occurred to her. She wasn't aware of the fact that she looked plain, it wasn't anything intentional.

She bought wearing apparel, simply because she had to wear off them, no thought ever went into their selection. Makeup didn't seminal fluid into the equation, to her, it didn't serve any purpose.

This girl, Julie, was it ? Seemed to rile her a bit, although she had no idea why. She just didn't have any indigence to speak to anyone.

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I studied Diane as she ate. Yes, she was plain, well outwardly, as if by design. And yet, something about her intrigue me.

I thought, style that hair a piffling, a lilliputian touch of composition, and some more attractive apparel, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a fiddling shiver, horripilation just showed on my coat of arms. Shit ! I thought you like this girl.

It had been six month since I broke up with Trish, it had been a nasty detachment, and I was not in any hurry for another relationship. And this rather ordinary girl, it didn't make sense.

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Diane was mindful that Julie was studying her. Why ? She wondered, she'd made it quite obvious that she wanted to be left alone.

Diane had never had a sexual thought in her life. No flavour of attractiveness to anyone. No awareness of her own eubstance. It simply had never arisen.

She boarded the bus and was busy settling when Julie plonked down next to her.

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"Hi again,"said Julie, brightly, her hand briefly touching Diane's, who barely noticed.

Julie enquired where she lived, to then outcry,"So you're only just down the road from me ! We moved in there just a few week ago. There's a coincidence for you."

They chatted for the remainder of the journey, cypher of significance, although it was a middling slanted conversation on Julie's part."

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Diane did, however, begin to take some pleasure from talking to this little girl, it seemed unlike, she had no idea why.

They left the bus and turned toward their street. Julie took her helping hand, as they walked. It suddenly occurred to Diane, that it felt quite overnice, and where, she would normally have withdrawn from the touch sensation, this prison term, she didn't.

They arrived outside a pretty garden, Julie said,"well here's mine. Why don't you come in for a nice cool drink ? If you would like to, that is."

Diane hesitated, this was all something alien to her. But, before she knew it, she said,"Yes okay, that would be nice, thanks."

Julie fetched ice cold lemonade and indicated toward the vertebral column garden."There's a lovely place to sit in the shade back there, get along on, follow me."

The bench was quite constringe, just astray enough for the two of them. Diane could feel the fondness from Julie's thigh, pressed close. It didn't really register at first, but as she became cognizant, it made her feel a slight uncomfortable, even though she had no thought why, just an unusual proximity.

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Julie's helping hand came to cover hers, seemingly just a motion, with nothing intended. Diane wouldn't have recognised it if there were.

But when Julie's fingers began a very slight caress, the little girl glanced down, thinking it odd.

Julie was feeling a tingle in her body, a weak flush between her legs. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to touch the girl, she was allowing herself to be drawn to her.

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Julie's hand left hers, and Diane realised that she missed it. She considered this unusual new feeling, what was happening to her ?

Julie laughed at something she said, I had missed the point, but I laughed with her anyway. For some reason, I felt good inside.

Then she had put her arm around my berm, for a bit I felt panic. What was she doing ? But when it just lay along my shoulders, I relaxed.

Still, Julie chatted, I was surprised that I found, I quite revel listening to her. It occurred to me that she had a very pleasant voice, form of bubbly, and so friendly.

Then I felt her fingers stroking my upper arm, it was so light, I hardly noticed, but when I did, I knew it felt good.

Inadvertently, I had leaned a little closer to her. I was shocked when I realised and went to move away again, but her arm held me, even pulled me a little tighter.

I just sat there, cadaver, and now a little frightened. She turned toward me, her face close to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just prissy to finger you close."she whispered.

Her other hand came across her lap, taking mine, she entwined our fingers together. It felt thoroughly again. I did relax, leaning against her, but I was puzzled. I could never before have imagined, sitting like this with another person.

Her other hand, against my jumper, seemed to crop the face of my breast, was it an stroke or had she meant it ? I was indisputable she had.

I could find my mamilla push button against my bra, just like on a common cold day. A unknown feeling ran through my body, as hard as I wondered what it was, I had no solution, but I knew it felt nice.

Her script brushed again, and this time, there was a definite chill to my nipple, I gave a very small jump. What is she doing to me ? It did feel nice, but these strange touch made me scared, I had no idea what they were.

Her fingers released my manus until one touched my chin, she very gently turned my cheek to hers. I looked into her heart, mine wide in shock. Then she leaned forward, and our brim touched. I gasped and tried to draw away, but her arm was holding me tight.

Once again, her lips came to mine, and this time, she kissed me. I could feel her lip moving, but mine were rigid, I didn't know what to do. I felt her tongue tickle along my mouth, as her hand left my mentum, and it was then touching the front of my jumper.

For a moment, I cringed, what was she doing, touching my breast ? Her fingers pinched through the material, my teat reacted to the touch, I could feel it stiffen even more. God, it felt good, I thought to myself, even though I was by now petrified.

Her knife entered my oral fissure, I must have relaxed my lips, she tickled my tongue, and without any conscious idea, mine responded, and then I was returning the buss. The first candy kiss of my life-time and it was with a girl.

Her hand cupped my knocker and gently squeezed, then massaged. My objection to the tactual sensation was melting away.

I felt a foreign smell surging in my torso, especially down between my legs. My pegleg squirmed, I clutched my stifle sloshed together.

I hadn't noticed how or when, but found my hired hand had reached for hers, and I was pressing the hand to my knocker, as she rubbed.

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Julie drew back from the kiss,"You okay ? Do you require me to hold on ?"

I almost said yes, but my mouth said,"No, don't stop."

Her script left my breast to move down, then she was lifting the bottom of my pinafore, her fingers touched my stomach, to move around, in little circles. I gave a shiver, and my legs clenched again.

The finger traced up reached my bra, and once more she squeezed. Then she was searching for the strap and was pushing it off my shoulder. She eased the bra off my bosom, I felt the nipple spring gratuitous, then she was holding it in her palm.

She was looking closely at me, gauging my reaction, I guess, for the start time, I smiled at her. She grinned and pinched my nipple.

I gasped aloud. For a moment, I clutched at my jumper, she was pushing it up. Never had anyone seen my breasts.

I let go, as she persisted, then I felt an galvanising jar, her mouth had enclosed my nipple, without understanding why, I took her head and pulled her in tight to me.

The hand that had been at my breast was now drifting down again, for a second it caressed my breadbasket, then of a sudden, it was pressing through my skirt, and between my stage. Automatically I fought against this unknown intrusion, I began to struggle, her hand stopped pushing, but still sat where it was.

She lifted her head to look at me,"Diane, I want to relate you, and I know you want me to, just let it happen."

Then she kissed me again, I had realised that I loved her kiss. I found my legs had parted, just slightly, I don't exactly know when. The press of her digit was so light, I hadn't noticed.

She was now rubbing a digit down to my buck private parts. I felt a saccade, it had just pressed into the push, I knew was my clitoris, it had never been touched before, not even by me. Something felt different, I seemed to be bigger than I thought it was.

My chick was slowly moving up my thighs, I knew I should, but I couldn't relocation to break off it. Now her fingers were at the front line of my pantie, softly they rubbed, down along the entrance to my twat, my legs opened themselves wider, I no longer seemed to have ascendance over them, and her fingers pressed.

dorsum up again, then that jounce once more, as she found my clitoris. Her fingers stayed there, massaging it into growth.

As she pulled away from our kiss, she raised her fingers, so I could see them glistening in the light, they were wet, very wet, She touched them to her lips, her tongue flicked out, and licked. I watched both shocked and amazed, of a sudden, I understood what erotic meant.

She held her finger's breadth, to me, and hesitantly, I tasted. It was a strange taste, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the gustatory perception, as the smell that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this girl to touch me Sir Thomas More, I needed her to.

She smiled deep into my middle, as I took her hired hand, and moved it back between my legs.

The crotch of my panties was being pulled aside, then her finger, for the first time, touched my secret figure. I looked down to determine, I couldn't help myself, and saw her easing my lower backtalk apart.

A finger disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as deep as she could go. My hips heaved at her hired hand as she withdrew, the feeling surging through me was like heaven, I felt a signified of personnel casualty as her finger came out.

But then she was pushing again, two digit this meter, and her thumb was rubbing my button. I could actually see it, like never before, jutting out from it's normally concealed place, it jumped as she flicked.

Her digit were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could palpate the foreign tactile sensation, like a fire rising in intensiveness, raging between my stage. I was lifting off the bench, trying desperately to crap her hired man push button deeper.

Then my whole body went instruct like a coiled spring, I felt myself shaking, my legs felt like jelly, then I was jerking myself on her fingers, as my body went into overdrive. I wasn't sure, but I thought that this was my first climax. I had no control left, I was lost, riding a wave of ecstasy.

Finally, as my eubstance slack and I opened my optic, I gazed in awe at the space between my legs, I had no idea that all this fourth dimension, such pleasure was hidden there. I saw her hand, still lying there, all wet and shiny

I clung to her, as Julie planted kiss all over my face.

For the first time in my aliveness, I used language I would never accept dreamed of normally using,"What the fuck was that ?"

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"Did you like it ?"Julie looked at me, and I saw pleading in her eyes.

"I absolutely, totally, loved it,"Diane answered.

Julie's smile was delectable. Then a strange pensive looking came over her fount,"I know it's very soon Diane, but I think I'm falling in erotic love with you, do you beware ?"

God knows I've never done it before, but I actually squealed, before I pulled her to me,"I think I would be very well-chosen if you loved me, perhaps I could be your girlfriend ? I've never had either a lady friend or a beau before."Then she clutched a mitt to her mouth,"You don't have one already, do you ?"

"No, but I do now,"Julie answered with a smile.

"That's just brilliant !"Then coyly,"When are you going to show me what to do, so I can get you going crazy like I just did ?"

"Why don't we go to my sleeping room, so I can register you, would you like that ?"

Diane stood and held my helping hand, she gave me a flying osculation, then said,"Lead the way, my love."

The end .