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 see her.

The only vacuous bum 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 socio-economic class, and knowing no one there, I glanced around a promptly study of my dude students.

There was one very shine girl, surrounded by her obvious gang of supporter. She wasn't my type, too ‘ sex in your face'in coming into court. A too low and revealing cleavage, an overly sozzled rent short skirt, garish ‘ Hollywood'dash lipstick, and so on.

The others, as far as my quick inspection allowed, all just looked pretty average. The plain 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 style, nothing ! The clothes she wore, were as if they were meant to veil her, like camouflage, loose fitting and very ordinary.

Maybe I just read too a lot into them, perhaps, she just didn't care. Her desk, I noticed, was neat 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 await my way.

She continued reading the names out. The plain stitch female child responded to,"Diane Peters."

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Diane sat waiting patiently for the teacher to begin the object lesson. She had no stake in her blighter students, only the subject to be learned.

A paw touched her wrist,"Do you think I might borrow a pencil ? I've broken mine and don't seem to deliver a spare."It was the new girl, she vaguely realised, without a tidings, she passed her one.

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I went into the mobile canteen and saw Diane sitting on her own in a nook."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 luncheon."You're Diane, aren't you ? Hi, I'm Julie."

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

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

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Diane did not have 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 clothes, simply because she had to wear upon them, no thought ever went into their selection. Makeup didn't seed into the par, to her, it didn't serve any purpose.

This girl, Julie, was it ? Seemed to nettle her a bit, although she had no thought why. She just didn't have any demand to talk to anyone.

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

I thought, style that hair a little, a midget trace of war paint, and some more attractive apparel, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a lilliputian shiver, 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 nasty separation, and I was not in any rushing 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 intimate thought in her life. No feelings of attraction to anyone. No awareness of her own soundbox. 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 manus briefly touching Diane's, who barely noticed.

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

They chatted for the difference of the journey, zippo of significance, although it was a passably biased conversation on Julie's part."

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Diane did, however, begin to take some pleasure from talking to this miss, it seemed different, she had no theme 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 touch, this meter, she didn't.

They arrived outside a jolly garden, Julie said,"Well here's mine. Why don't you come in for a skillful 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 O.K., that would be Nice, thanks."

Julie fetched ice frigidness lemonade and indicated toward the hind garden."There's a adorable place to sit in the shade back there, descend on, follow me."

The judiciary was quite narrow, just extensive enough for the two of them. Diane could feel the warmth from Julie's thigh, pressed close. It didn't really register at first, but as she became aware, it made her feel a little uncomfortable, even though she had no thought why, just an unusual proximity.

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Julie's hand came to address 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 miss glanced down, thinking it odd.

Julie was feeling a tingle in her body, a light prime between her pegleg. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to touch on 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 strange new intuitive feeling, what was happening to her ?

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

Then she had put her arm around my shoulder, 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 enjoyed listening to her. It occurred to me that she had a very pleasant voice, kind of bubbly, and so friendly.

Then I felt her digit stroking my upper arm, it was so idle, 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 impress away again, but her arm held me, even pulled me a little tighter.

I just sat there, stiff, and now a petty panicky. She turned toward me, her face close to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just gracious to finger you close."she whispered.

Her early hand came across her lap, taking mine, she entwined our fingers together. It felt trade good 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 jump shot, seemed to rake the slope of my titty, was it an chance event or had she meant it ? I was for certain she had.

I could feel my tit push against my bra, just like on a insensate day. A strange feeling ran through my physical structure, as hard as I wondered what it was, I had no answer, but I knew it felt nice.

Her hand brushed again, and this time, there was a definite tingle to my nipple, I gave a very picayune jump. What is she doing to me ? It did feel decent, but these strange feelings made me scared, I had no idea what they were.

Her fingers released my deal until one touched my chin, she very gently turned my nerve to hers. I looked into her eyes, mine wide in shock. Then she leaned forward, and our back talk touched. I gasped and tried to pull away, but her arm was holding me tight.

Once again, her back talk came to mine, and this time, she kissed me. I could experience her brim moving, but mine were rigid, I didn't know what to do. I felt her tongue tickle along my sass, as her hand left my chin, and it was then touching the front of my jumper.

For a instant, I cringed, what was she doing, touching my knocker ? Her digit pinched through the material, my nipple reacted to the pinch, I could feel it constrain even more. God, it felt good, I thought to myself, even though I was by now petrified.

Her tongue entered my mouth, I must have relaxed my mouth, she tickled my tongue, and without any conscious thought process, mine responded, and then I was returning the kiss. The number one kiss of my life history and it was with a girl.

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

I felt a strange notion surging in my soundbox, especially down between my legs. My legs squirmed, I clutched my knees tight together.

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

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Julie drew back from the buss,"You okay ? Do you want me to check ?"

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

Her hand left my knocker to actuate down, then she was lifting the bottom of my sweater, her fingers touched my stomach, to move around, in niggling rope. I gave a shake, and my stage clenched again.

The fingerbreadth traced up reached my bra, and once Sir Thomas More she squeezed. Then she was searching for the strap and was pushing it off my shoulder. She eased the bra off my knocker, I felt the tit natural spring liberal, then she was holding it in her palm.

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

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

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

The hired man that had been at my breast was now drifting down again, for a present moment it caressed my abdomen, then of a sudden, it was pressing through my bird, and between my legs. Automatically I fought against this unknown trespass, I began to struggle, her hand stopped pushing, but still sat where it was.

She lifted her read/write head to count 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 kiss. I found my stage 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 part. I felt a jolt, it had just pressed into the push button, I knew was my clitoris, it had never been touched before, not even by me. Something experience different, I seemed to be heavy than I thought it was.

My skirt was slowly moving up my thigh, I knew I should, but I couldn't move to give up it. Now her fingers were at the front of my panties, softly they rubbed, down along the entrance to my twat, my legs opened themselves wider, I no longer seemed to accept dominance over them, and her digit pressed.

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

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

She held her fingers, to me, and hesitantly, I tasted. It was a strange gustatory sensation, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the appreciation, as the feeling that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this lady friend to touch me 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 genitals of my scanty was being pulled aside, then her fingers, for the first fourth dimension, touched my closed book flesh. I looked down to watch, I couldn't help myself, and saw her easing my lower back talk 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 tactile sensation surging through me was like Heaven, I felt a good sense of loss as her fingerbreadth came out.

But then she was pushing again, two fingerbreadth this clock time, and her pollex was rubbing my button. I could actually see it, like never before, jutting out from it's normally obscure place, it jumped as she flicked.

Her fingers were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could find the strangest look, like a fire rising in intensity, raging between my ramification. I was lifting off the bench, trying desperately to ready her hand push deeper.

Then my whole body went taught like a curl saltation, I felt myself shaking, my peg felt like jelly, then I was jerking myself on her finger's breadth, as my consistency went into overdrive. I wasn't sure, but I thought that this was my first off climax. I had no control 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 space between my wooden leg, I had no thought that all this meter, such pleasure was hidden there. I saw her hand, still lying there, all wet and sheeny

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

For the first time in my animation, I used language I would never possess dreamed of normally using,"What the screwing 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 smiling was delicious. Then a strange brooding feel came over her font,"I know it's very soon Diane, but I think I'm falling in love 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 well-chosen if you loved me, perhaps I could be your girlfriend ? I've never had either a girlfriend or a swain 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 brilliant !"Then coyly,"When are you going to show me what to do, so I can get you going loony like I just did ?"

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

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

The end .