This level is intended for adults only. It depicts sex between lady friend not yet of age. If this offends your sensitivity, I'm sorry, as that was not my aim. The author does not condone or endorse any of the bodily process detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in certain legal power. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any material body of existent revilement, forcible, sexual or psychological or emotional, to any person of any age. public figure are from the author imagery, and any resemblance to actual events, or locale or someone, living or dead is entirely cooccurring,

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PART ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 yr and four months old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm happy enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 pounds, and I'm a senior at Sacred center honorary society. I play soccer, eat and sketch, in that Order. We live some ten miles from town, so I usually ride the school bus to shoal. I like it out here in the country, lots of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the sales booth -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am cursed ! Why ? Because I have a sidekick, Sam, and what makes it a scourge, is that he is older, impertinent, unassailable and even More of an ass than I am. the true be told, I do do it him, particularly when he's at swim practice, baseball practice or basketball game recitation. No really, we just like to out-do each early in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the dishes in the washer"Morning Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that rummy looking at, I hope you're not smoking pot again."“ No, Sam was teaching me how to kiss."“ You know Mom, that guy is a true expert, if he wasn't so ugly, I could go for him !"“ Well, how long did this category last ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half hour, forty-five minutes, I don't know."She dedicate me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he make your panties wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an out-of-door person, I like to run and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our family, lots of deer back there, if you're tranquil. Lot's of ticking too. It's calm out here, just the squirrels, the fowl and those noisy batrachian over at the pond. A great plaza to wind off, get over a pique tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not solitudinarian, We do have some neighbors near us. OK, it's maybe a half mile down the road on both sides. But fortunately for me, I am not really a hoi polloi person, you know ? I have my friends, but frankly, I enjoy being by myself, or just around Mom and Dad and what's-his-name.

Brian and Catlin, are my parents, my Dad and Mom, are the best parents I could possibly possess. And really, my most dependable friends. I sort of have a swain, but it not very serious, I'm sorta not allowed to give a fellow. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Robert Clive can be a tangible jolt.

My Mom is a stay at place girl, and I think we bonded live on year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the cleverest mortal I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all tiddler do that ? And how does she know any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every other night. Mom and me are taut, we have no enigma !

Dad's a hired hand surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's assuredness, I think he's one friend I can always trust, count on, you know what I mean ? dad is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my cover. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an grownup. Although He won't let me stimulate a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and parallel Park ameliorate than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has Sir Thomas More free fourth dimension than near MD's, so we get to spend much more time together. Dad has a medical office here at our house, but I think now that's just for emergencies, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My lifetime, my sport is soccer, I love soccer. It's a sport where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can kick that ball 60 fucking G ! Excuse my speech, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to make most of the goals, and it give's me a chance to be really think of, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your thorax suffering, you know ? I really need an outlet for all that energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just shriek -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other team, and scares the bejabbers out of the match player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a secret, We all, well, most of us take a cascade, after a secret plan. Our schooltime exhibitioner is one of those goofy ace that the spray head teacher are on a big center spot, in the center of the exhibitor room, and we all just gather around in a forget me drug. Well, there we are, naked, bumping into each other, and of course there's lots of giggling, fun and dirty joke, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my squad mates au naturel. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Clive, he's my boyfriend, we have sorta a jolting family relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on social occasion, let him feel my tit, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you reckon he's well-chosen with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, fill it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a sucker to ever let him fumble me the first sentence ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boy go. open me a good luck !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight teen, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F Word of God, tells me to chance another Holy Writ or just dumb show, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too much effort for the F word, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the speech sound ! God, it's, it's just a watchword, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than loads of my friends.

You know I think part of the cause I don't have hang-ups, like sex, imbibition, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each early defenseless pretty often, especially in the hot calendar month, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go publicise lower limit, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels corking in the summer. I think it gives you a lot of self esteem, like you are really somebody. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my admirer know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a heated pool, so you don't have a heart onset when you dive in, like you would in cold-blooded H2O ! Since we're in sorta a secluded localization, as long as we don't have company, we just go bare ass. Only fervour I have in the consortium, is when Sam and I wrestle for the ball, or something, and all that body contact kick in Sam a operose on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a heavy way to quell in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes maintenance of the pool, does a enceinte job. He does it in the morning, while I'm snoozing in my well-off bed.

The four of us have a neat relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few secret -- we know each other better ! I suppose we're more like a really exceptional family, grounds in our house we don't have a lot of rule, other than to be sportsmanlike and don ‘ t pick on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy soul, and gets off with our family, she has so often fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer organic structure, form of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to fucking !"Sam is always telling her all the guys say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grinning and savor him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims circle every day, Sir Thomas More than I do. Don't know how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta chilling, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the small incline, sorta of ilk mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a dandy mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my bosom are too small ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you think, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ well duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and Tell me,"I recommend you let me massage your breasts for about 20 or 30 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to hide that laughing sound coming from her direction. I only ask personal query like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, Sweetheart"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age breasts, but let's see."“ point of view up Hon, and film off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a straight aspect as he asks,"Are any of your friends -- boys complaining ?"“ Any girlfriend complain ?"I give him a stern looking at, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my breasts. Naturally Mom comes over to get together in -- everybody's invited, of course of instruction. My Mom can be depended to stick to up for me, after all, I am her dearie ! Naturally, Mom says the required"ducky, You have really nice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of track.

"Sweetheart, I'm a Doctor, and as your family physical, I can see you, that for a girlfriend your age, your state of development, and your boob are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some Thomas Kid grow faster, and in the same way, some girls start tit maturation at dissimilar years, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just ask reassuring, from dada, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In case I didn't tell you, we're from a yearn line of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to contract me to soccer pattern in the morning."

Most of the girls I know go in their bedroom and mesh the door when they masturbate. Don't have the foggiest idea why that's requisite ! At least you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At least most of us girls take it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight days a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a person sin, or a felony for God's sake ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at school if masturbation was a somebody sin, but the unspoilt nun just told me to see her after social class ! No thank you, pick up that lecture already.

I don't know, at our menage, yeah, we go into our bedroom to masturbate, I guess, least I do, but we never bother to shut out the door, like Dad says, doing it is just pattern sexual behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morn in the shower ?"At that, of path Sam sneers,"How do you hump, twerp, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him felicitous, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a great while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven old age old, and seeing Dad with an erection kind of scared the poop outa me, Anyway, I thought Daddy had some horrifying disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and momma and I played with his punishing penis, to tell the accuracy, I think I prefer his member knockout and stiff, instead of indulgent and floppy disk. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the morning, campaign I know Dad will be laying there voice asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a dainty penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sort of bend up, like it's trying to level at his nose. It's huge, consider me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big hard-on scared my breasts, so they stopped growing ? About every dawning, I stick my head in Sam's room, just to check. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his putz sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a full vesica, it presses on his prostate blah blah blah. Personally I think he's having a really sexy dream ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara Darling"Which is his ducky expression. I'm really screen out of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a doctor, I get so much advice, like"airstream yourself in the shower, don't just stomach there !, and"Don't public lecture with your mouth full Hon."You know, it's sort of a kinsperson caper, but most girls my age have nipples, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breast are still minuscule cones, with itty-bitty nipples, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of veridical gloomy nipples -- she's says that because pa loves them so much. My mamilla pap are luck bigger than hers, but only do my nipples are big and puffy. Mom says auntie Jean had puffy mammilla, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as Crazy old Aunt Jean ! God, I hope people never shout me crazy old Aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in one-half, that would be my breast, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta small apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be well-chosen with myself -- my soundbox I mean. I see a lot naked multitude at schooltime, young lady anyway, in the footlocker room or in the shower bath. Big boobs, midget dope, but only one or two other girls with turgid pap ! I suppose my breast are OK just the way they are, maybe a fiddling on the light weight side. But for one affair, I hardly ever have to wear a bra, except to school. When I was a neophyte, babe Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bra'at Sacred Heart."Well that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the mansion naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the Father McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one night, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summer, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as common, we were strip ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to worry about sunburn, and in the evening, it ‘ s super nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to talk to her about sex for a minute, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? well Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the More you get the sexier your thinking become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you sense like you are ready to consume sexual intercourse ?"I thought about it a minute of arc, and told her"At school day, Mom, I think a lot about sexual relation, and my thanks is usually wet scanty. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you fag out undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to have sexual intercourse."“ I sorta want to experience it, yet I don't want to get that involved, you know what I mean ?"“ I know perfectly well, Kara, I've been here done that."I laughed, and she joined in. Then she asks,"Do you have anyone special in mind love ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is worry in you."“ No “, I replied,"Clive is a come tosser, he's only is interested in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in front or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to watch your language, there's an adult present tense, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, someone experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shot batch, you know, and I would hate to waste it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible boys I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more receive man, maybe like one who won a Au medal in screw, at the Olympiad !"Mom laughs,"Honey your pa is already taken, Sorry !"

"Honey, what in particular are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ fountainhead, I want a man, one who knows his way around a girl's body, like how to grant me one orgasm after another, maybe ten times !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's nipples are punishing, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your pop out here to keep this conversation nice and houseclean !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad idea !"

Mom puts her hired hand on my arm, and William Tell me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those things will only go a lot more significant to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, dearest, tomorrow let's ask your dada if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic examination, and just may we should think about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked smile."Regulate your periods !"

The next forenoon, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking lastly dark, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on birth control pills."pa looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm XIV, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be life-threatening and it will scare the crap out of me !"“ linguistic communication, pop"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be officious, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the infirmary."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m niggling scare, to order the truth, I remember I had an exam when I was untested, cause I had started my periods, but I was a Cy Young girlfriend then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort dissimilar, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my vacillation, because he asks me,"sweetie, do you desire me to do the exam, or would you rather one of the interne do ?"Without faltering, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says dad suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- operose. It took us about a half hour to drive down to his place. We walk over to GYN, and flavour for an vacate exam room. Dad asks patty, one of the nurses,"Good Morning Pat, my girl here want to get a pelvic, could you serve ?"“ Of course Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to avail out, Kara, and even take for your hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a orderly miss.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on parentage control."“ Does that mean you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big jump right into his bed ?"I shook my head and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a surgical gown, I shook my head no."Why pain in the ass,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a good detail there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high up examination table. cake took my profligate press, and stuff like that.

A few minutes later, Dad came in."Are you adequate ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me pa !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder joint, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lumps, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular breast exams, beloved"?"No lumps or sore spots, no discharge from the teat ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice little girl, Daddy."patty giggles.

He feels both my breasts very carefully, including my nipples, proclaims,"No problems here !"“ Let's lay back, honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, duet of places, and then listens to my heart. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my skin so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a Circumcision MD !"Pat replies with a straight case. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my prick off, long time ago !"That gets a jest all around.

"Patty, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic exam once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 seconds, before my leg were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing soccer,"I mumble. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just remember, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my little voice, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could have a class of Thomas Young interns, in here to observe your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to put on a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her head."You're terrible, Kara."

END OF PART ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical instruction in sexuality .