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parting ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 years and four months old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm well-chosen 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 Heart Academy. I play soccer, eat and cogitation, in that order. We live some ten miles from town, so I usually ride the school bus to schooltime. I like it out here in the country, lots of Tree. No, we don't live on a farm, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cow and muck out the horse barn -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am curst ! Why ? Because I have a brother, Sam, and what makes it a curse, is that he is older, wiser, firm and even more of an ass than I am. Sojourner Truth be told, I do make love him, particularly when he's at swim practice session, baseball practice or basketball praxis. 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 suspect look, 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 class last ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half minute, forty-five second, I don't know."She have me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he pull in 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 hunt and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our theater, lots of deer back there, if you're quiet. Lot's of ticks too. It's quiet out here, just the squirrels, the shuttlecock and those noisy frogs over at the pond. A outstanding place to unwind, get over a irritability tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not solitary, We do stimulate some neighbour near us. OK, it's maybe a half mile down the route on both sides. But fortunately for me, I am not really a people soul, 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 good parents I could possibly have. And really, my most dependable protagonist. I kind of have a boyfriend, but it not very unplayful, I'm sorta not allowed to birth a young man. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Baron Clive of Plassey can be a real jerk.

My Mom is a stay at rest home girl, and I think we bonded last year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the canny person I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all kids 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 soaked, we have no arcanum !

Dad's a hand surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's assuredness, I think he's one friend I can always trust, depend on, you know what I mean ? Daddy is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my back. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an grownup. Although He won't let me have a car of my own, even though I can probably ride and parallel parkland respectable than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has Thomas More free clock time than near MD's, so we get to spend much more clip together. Dad has a medical examination business office here at our planetary house, but I think now that's just for emergencies, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my mutant is soccer, I love association football. It's a athletics where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or pop ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can kick that ball 60 nookie grand ! Excuse my language, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to attain to the highest degree of the goals, and it give's me a chance to be really mean, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your chest hurts, you know ? I really need an way out for all that energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just scream -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other team, and scares the bejabbers out of the equal player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a mystery, We all, well, most of us require a exhibitor, after a game. Our schoolhouse shower is one of those goofy ones that the nebulizer heads are on a big center post, in the center of the exhibitor room, and we all just gather around in a lap. Well, there we are, bare, bumping into each other, and of course of instruction there's set of giggling, fun and dirty jest, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates naked. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Robert Clive, he's my beau, we have sorta a rocky human relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on occasions, let him find my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you consider he's felicitous with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, contain it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a fool to ever let him grope me the first time ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boys go. have me a break !

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 Logos, tells me to find another word or just pantomime, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too a lot endeavor for the F countersign, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a Word, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than wad of my friends.

You know I think component part of the cause I don't have snag, like sex, drinking, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our crime syndicate we see each other naked pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more prosperous to just go simple lower limit, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels swell 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 acquaintance know I'm a half-ass naturist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a wake pocket billiards, so you don't have a nub attack when you dive in, like you would in cold water ! Since we're in sorta a secret location, as long as we don't have company, we just go bare ass. Only upheaval I have in the pond, is when Sam and I wrestle for the orchis, or something, and all that consistence contact give Sam a laborious on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a nifty way to rest in shape ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes upkeep of the puddle, does a great job. He does it in the dayspring, 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 early naked so often, we have few secrets -- we know each other right ! I suppose we're more like a really especial family, case in our house we don't have a lot of rules, other than to be neat and don ‘ t woof on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy person, and gets off with our family, she has so a great deal fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer soundbox, form of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to shtup !"Sam is always telling her all the guy cable say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just smiling and big H him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims laps every day, to a greater extent than I do. Don't get laid how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta shivery, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the belittled side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a great climate, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my breasts 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 ?"“ fountainhead duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and William Tell me,"I recommend you let me knead your breasts for about 20 or 30 moment, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to hide that laughing sound coming from her direction. I only ask personal question 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 boob, but let's see."“ bandstand up Hon, and submit off your tee shirt, will you ?"He keeps a straight face as he asks,"Are any of your admirer -- boys complaining ?"“ Any fille complain ?"I give him a buns look, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

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

"peach, I'm a medico, and as your fellowship strong-arm, I can promise you, that for a girl your age, your state of development, and your breasts are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like elevation, some kids grow faster, and in the Saami way, some daughter start chest development at different ages, but that is all formula, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just take reassuring, from Daddy, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In pillow slip I didn't William Tell you, we're from a farsighted line of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to take me to soccer practice session in the morning."

Most of the girls I know go in their bedroom and engage the threshold when they masturbate. Don't have the logy idea why that's necessary ! At least you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At least well-nigh of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to acknowledge he masturbates eight days a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a lamia 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 good nun just told me to see her after class ! No thank you, listen that lecture already.

I don't know, at our firm, yeah, we go into our bedroom to masturbate, I guess, to the lowest degree I do, but we never bother to shut the door, like Dad says, doing it is just formula intimate behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every break of day in the rain shower ?"At that, of row Sam sneers,"How do you have it away, twit, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a bang-up while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven yr old, and seeing Dad with an erection form of scared the poop outa me, Anyway, I thought Daddy had some horrible disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and Mommy and I played with his heavily penis, to tell apart the trueness, I think I prefer his penis hard and soused, instead of soft and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the morning, cause I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a nice phallus, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sorting of breaking ball up, like it's trying to manoeuver at his nozzle. It's huge, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erection scared my chest, so they stopped growing ? About every morning, I stick my drumhead 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 shaft sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a full bladder, it presses on his prostate rant rant blah. Personally I think he's having a really aphrodisiac dreaming ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara Darling"Which is his favorite expression. I'm really sort of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a doctor, I get so much advice, like"Wash yourself in the cascade, don't just stand up there !, and"Don't talking with your mouth full Hon."You know, it's sort of a family joke, but most young woman my age have mammilla, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breast are still little cones, with teeny nipples, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of actual dark nipples -- she's says that because pa loves them so much. My mamilla nipples are lots big than hers, but only get my nipples are big and puffy. Mom says Aunt dungaree had puffy teat, 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 prognosticate me crazy old auntie Kara ! Truly, I think I have Nice breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an orchard apple tree in half, that would be my breast, you know ? fountainhead, maybe a sorta pocket-size apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my body I mean. I see a lot naked hoi polloi at School, girls anyway, in the cabinet room or in the showers. Big boobs, tiny titty, but only one or two other lady friend with puffy nipples ! I suppose my breasts are fine just the way they are, maybe a little on the light weight side. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to wear a bra, except to school. When I was a neophyte, sis Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bras'at Sacred Heart."Well that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the house naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the forefather McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one night, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summertime, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as common, we were stark 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 ? wellspring Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more than you get the sexier your intellection become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you sense like you are gear up to have sexual intercourse ?"I thought about it a minute, and told her"At shoal, Mom, I think a lot about intercourse, and my thanks is usually wet panties. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you wear undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to possess sexual intercourse."“ I sorta neediness 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 honey ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is interested in you."“ No “, I replied,"Robert Clive is a total jerk-off, he's only is concerned in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in front line or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will accept to follow your spoken communication, there's an adult present, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, soul experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shooter flock, you know, and I would hate to do in it on some mug boy !"“ All the eligible boy I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more experienced man, maybe like one who won a atomic number 79 palm in fucking, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your Daddy is already taken, Sorry !"

"dear, what in fussy are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ fountainhead, I want a man, one who knows his way around a girl's soundbox, like how to give me one orgasm after another, maybe ten clip !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's teat are toilsome, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your Daddy out here to keep open this conversation nice and clean !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad idea !"

Mom puts her deal on my arm, and tells me,"I think you're veracious, Kara, you are growing up, and those matter will only become a lot more crucial to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, love, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic exam, and just may we should opine about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked smile."Regulate your catamenia !"

The future morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking last night, 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 serious and it will scare the horseshit out of me !"“ linguistic communication, Daddy"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be busy, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the hospital."nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m minuscule scared, to tell the truth, I remember I had an exam when I was younger, suit I had started my periods, but I was a young girl then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort different, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my hesitation, because he asks me,"Sweetheart, do you need me to do the exam, or would you rather one of the interns do ?"Without reluctance, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- tough. It took us about a half hour to drive down to his office. We walk over to GYN, and smell for an void exam room. Dad asks patty, one of the nursemaid,"commodity break of day Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you assist ?"“ Of path Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even hold your hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a slap-up young lady.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birth control."“ Does that mean you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to bring that big parachuting right hand into his bed ?"I shook my pass and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a gown, I shook my point 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 dependable point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high exam table. patty took my blood force per unit area, and stuff like that.

A few bit later, Dad came in."Are you decent ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me pop !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder, and touching my titty, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lummox, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular breast exam, honey"?"No clump or sore place, no release from the mamilla ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice girl, Daddy."patty giggles.

He feels both my breasts very carefully, including my mamilla, proclaims,"No trouble here !"“ Let's lay back, honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, couple of post, 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 doc !"Pat replies with a straight side. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my dick off, long time ago !"That gets a laugh all around.

"cake, 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 mo, before my legs were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd flock rather be out there playing soccer,"I gum. dad looks up from the chart."Just commemorate, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my little spokesperson, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could have a category of Brigham Young interns, in here to observe your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to endure a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her pass."You're wicked, Kara."

END OF persona ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical didactics in sexuality .