A plain Girl Emerges From Her Shell.

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She was not a girl you would normally ever, take a second coup d'oeil at. Plain and drab, was what came to mind, if you did examine her.

The lonesome vacate arse was in the row behind her, and just to her right. I seated myself and took out the books, that I thought I might need.

New to the class, and knowing no one there, I glanced around a straightaway bailiwick of my fellow students.

There was one very come upon girl, surrounded by her obvious gang of admirers. She wasn't my case, too ‘ sex in your side'in appearance. A too low and revealing segmentation, an overly slopped tear short skirt, cheap ‘ Hollywood'way lipstick, and so on.

The others, as far as my quick inspection allowed, all just looked pretty average. The knit stitch one struck me as a bit odd. She was so nonde, as to be almost invisible. Her hair was tidy, but that's all it was, just hair, no expressive style, nothing ! The clothes she wore, were as if they were meant to obscure her, like camo, let loose fitting and very average.

Maybe I just read too much into them, perhaps, she just didn't concern. Her desk, I noticed, was clean 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 calculate 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 teacher to begin the object lesson. She had no interest in her fellow students, only the bailiwick to be learned.

A hand touched her wrist,"Do you think I might adopt a pencil ? I've broken mine and don't seem to have got a spare."It was the new female child, she vaguely realised, without a Logos, she passed her one.

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

She simply nodded, then returned to her Quran. I sat and unpacked my lunch."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 have any ally, not that it ever bothered her, she didn't even think about it. She'd never had a swain, 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 fall apart them, no thought process ever went into their survival of the fittest. Makeup didn't ejaculate into the equation, to her, it didn't serve any purpose.

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

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

I thought, flair that hair a little, a lilliputian ghost of composition, and some more attractive clothes, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a petty shudder, goosebumps just showed on my arms. Shit ! I thought you like this girl.

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

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Diane was aware 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 opinion in her life. No feelings of attraction to anyone. No consciousness of her own dead body. It simply had never arisen.

She boarded the bus and was meddlesome settling when Julie plonked down side by side to her.

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

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

They chatted for the remainder of the journey, nil of meaning, although it was a pretty nonreversible conversation on Julie's part."

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Diane did, however, start out to take some pleasure from talking to this girl, it seemed different, she had no estimation why.

They left the bus and turned toward their street. Julie took her hand, as they walked. It suddenly occurred to Diane, that it felt quite dainty, and where, she would normally have withdrawn from the soupcon, this time, 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 in ? If you would like to, that is."

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

Julie fetched ice frigidness lemonade and indicated toward the stake garden."There's a lovely station to sit in the shade back there, come on, trace me."

The bench was quite narrow, just wide enough for the two of them. Diane could experience the warmth from Julie's thigh, pressed close. It didn't really register at starting time, but as she became cognizant, it made her sense a little uncomfortable, even though she had no idea why, just an strange proximity.

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

But when Julie's finger began a very slight caress, the lady friend glanced down, thinking it odd.

Julie was feeling a tingle in her body, a light bloom between her legs. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to adjoin 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 impression, what was happening to her ?

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

Then she had put her arm around my shoulder, for a bit I felt terror. 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 enjoyed listening to her. It occurred to me that she had a very pleasant voice, sort of bubbly, and so friendly.

Then I felt her fingers stroking my upper arm, it was so luminosity, 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 proceed 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 ending to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just Nice to palpate you close."she whispered.

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

Her early hand, against my jumper, seemed to graze the side of my breast, was it an fortuity or had she meant it ? I was certain she had.

I could feel my teat thrust against my bra, just like on a cold day. A strange tone ran through my soundbox, as hard as I wondered what it was, I had no result, but I knew it felt nice.

Her paw brushed again, and this metre, there was a definite prickling to my nipple, I gave a very niggling jump. What is she doing to me ? It did feel nice, but these unknown feelings made me scared, I had no idea what they were.

Her finger released my helping hand until one touched my chin, she very gently turned my fount to hers. I looked into her optic, mine wide-cut in jar. Then she leaned forward, and our lips touched. I gasped and tried to commit away, but her arm was holding me tight.

Once again, her sassing came to mine, and this fourth dimension, she kissed me. I could feel her lips moving, but mine were fixed, I didn't know what to do. I felt her lingua tickle along my sassing, as her hand left my Kuki, and it was then touching the front of my jumper.

For a here and now, I cringed, what was she doing, touching my breast ? Her fingerbreadth pinched through the cloth, my nipple reacted to the contact, I could find it stiffen even more. God, it felt good, I thought to myself, even though I was by now petrified.

Her glossa entered my rima oris, I must have relaxed my brim, she tickled my glossa, and without any conscious thought, mine responded, and then I was returning the candy kiss. The first kiss of my lifetime and it was with a girl.

Her hand cupped my tit and gently squeezed, then massaged. My objection to the touch was melting away.

I felt a strange feeling surging in my torso, especially down between my leg. My pegleg squirmed, I clutched my knees mingy together.

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

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Julie drew back from the candy kiss,"You okay ? Do you want me to contain ?"

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

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

The digit 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 white meat, I felt the tit give free, then she was holding it in her palm.

She was looking closely at me, gauging my reaction, I guess, for the first 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 electric car shock, her oral fissure had enclosed my nipple, without understanding why, I took her fountainhead and pulled her in tight to me.

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

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

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

She was now rubbing a finger down to my private component. I felt a jolt, it had just pressed into the button, 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 skirt was slowly moving up my thighs, I knew I should, but I couldn't move to give up it. Now her digit were at the forepart of my pantie, softly they rubbed, down along the entrance to my pussycat, my legs opened themselves wider, I no longer seemed to have ascendance over them, and her fingers pressed.

Back 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 finger's breadth, so I could see them glistening in the sparkle, 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, to me, and hesitantly, I tasted. It was a strange appreciation, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the taste, as the feel that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this little girl to touch me Sir Thomas More, I needed her to.

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

The genital organ of my panty was being pulled aside, then her fingerbreadth, for the initiative metre, touched my secret figure. I looked down to ascertain, I couldn't assistance myself, and saw her easing my humbled sassing apart.

A fingerbreadth disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as deep as she could go. My articulatio coxae heaved at her hand as she withdrew, the flavor surging through me was like heaven, I felt a sense of red as her finger came out.

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

Her fingers were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could experience the strangest tone, like a firing rising in intensity, raging between my wooden leg. I was lifting off the workbench, trying desperately to pretend her hand push deeper.

Then my whole body went learn like a loop spring, I felt myself shaking, my legs felt like jelly, then I was jerking myself on her digit, as my consistency went into overuse. I wasn't sure, but I thought that this was my first climax. I had no restraint left, I was lost, riding a wave of ecstasy.

Finally, as my body decompress and I opened my eyes, I gazed in awe at the infinite between my pegleg, I had no musical theme that all this prison term, such pleasure was hidden there. I saw her hand, still lying there, all wet and shiny

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

For the first time in my life, I used language I would never take in 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 grin was scrumptious. Then a unknown musing look came over her aspect,"I know it's very soon Diane, but I think I'm falling in dear with you, do you mind ?"

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

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

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

"Why don't we go to my bedchamber, so I can testify you, would you like that ?"

Diane stood and held my hands, she gave me a quick kiss, then said,"Lead the way, my love."

The end .