A field daughter Emerges From Her Shell.

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She was not a young woman you would normally ever, have a second base glance at. knit stitch and drab, was what came to take care, if you did see her.

The solely empty bum was in the row behind her, and just to her rightfulness. 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 quick study of my chap students.

There was one very striking girl, surrounded by her obvious crew of admirers. She wasn't my case, too ‘ sex in your side'in appearance. A too low and unwrap cleavage, an overly cockeyed snag curtly skirt, garish ‘ Hollywood'expressive style lipstick, and so on.

The others, as far as my quick inspection allowed, all just looked pretty norm. 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 style, nothing ! The wearing apparel she wore, were as if they were meant to hide her, like camo, let loose adjustment and very ordinary.

Maybe I just say too much into them, perhaps, she just didn't fear. 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 bridge player, only a few reckon my way.

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

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Diane sat waiting patiently for the instructor to start the moral. She had no interest in her gent scholar, only the national to be learned.

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

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I went into the mobile canteen and saw Diane sitting on her own in a turning point."Oh, here you are, I just wanted to pass your pencil, and say thanks."I started to take the air away, but on urge, 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 lunch."You're Diane, aren't you ? Hi, I'm Julie."

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

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

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Diane did not have any admirer, not that it ever bothered her, she didn't even think about it. She'd never had a boyfriend, 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 them, no opinion ever went into their selection. 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 need to talk 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 intrigued me.

I thought, style that hair a little, a lilliputian touch of makeup, and some more attractive clothes, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a trivial shiver, horripilation just showed on my arms. Shit ! I thought you like this girl.

It had been six month since I broke up with Trish, it had been a nasty separation, and I was not in any hurry for another kinship. And this rather ordinary lady friend, 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 thought in her life. No impression of attractive force to anyone. No awareness of her own body. 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 helping hand briefly touching Diane's, who barely noticed.

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

They chatted for the remainder of the journey, nothing of import, although it was a pretty one-sided conversation on Julie's part."

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

They left the bus and turned toward their street. Julie took her bridge player, as they walked. It suddenly occurred to Diane, that it felt quite an dainty, and where, she would normally have withdrawn from the hint, this time, she didn't.

They arrived outside a pretty garden, Julie said,"wellspring here's mine. Why don't you come in for a nice cool booze ? If you would care 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 backbone garden."There's a lovely station to sit in the nuance back there, come on, follow me."

The bench was quite narrow, just wide-eyed enough for the two of them. Diane could feel the heat from Julie's second joint, pressed close. It didn't really register at first, but as she became aware, it made her sense a small uncomfortable, even though she had no melodic theme why, just an unusual proximity.

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

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

Julie was feeling a tingle in her physical structure, a sluttish flush between her legs. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to disturb the daughter, 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 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 reasonableness, I felt good inside.

Then she had put her arm around my shoulder, for a moment 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 vocalism, kind of bubbly, and so friendly.

Then I felt her fingers stroking my upper berth arm, it was so get off, 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, clay, and now a minuscule panicky. She turned toward me, her face close to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just decent to experience you close."she whispered.

Her early hired man came across her lap, taking mine, she entwined our fingers together. It felt 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 manus, against my pinafore, seemed to graze the side of my breast, was it an accident or had she meant it ? I was sure as shooting she had.

I could find my teat push against my bra, just like on a frigidness day. A unknown touch sensation ran through my body, as hard as I wondered what it was, I had no answer, but I knew it felt nice.

Her hand brushed again, and this clip, there was a definite tingle to my nipple, I gave a very piddling jumping. What is she doing to me ? It did feel nice, but these unusual feelings made me scared, I had no idea what they were.

Her fingers released my hired man until one touched my chin, she very gently turned my font to hers. I looked into her centre, 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 lip came to mine, and this clip, she kissed me. I could feel her lip moving, but mine were rigid, I didn't know what to do. I felt her tongue titillation along my sass, as her handwriting left my chin, and it was then touching the battlefront of my jumper.

For a import, I cringed, what was she doing, touching my knocker ? Her finger pinched through the material, my nipple reacted to the touch, I could feel it stiffen even more. God, it felt sound, I thought to myself, even though I was by now petrified.

Her knife entered my mouth, I must have relaxed my lips, she tickled my tongue, and without any witting view, mine responded, and then I was returning the kiss. The first kiss of my life and it was with a girl.

Her bridge player cupped my knocker and gently squeezed, then massaged. My remonstration to the tactile sensation was melting away.

I felt a strange feeling surging in my body, especially down between my pegleg. My legs squirmed, I clutched my knees tight together.

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

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

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

Her hired man left my white meat to act down, then she was lifting the bottom of my jumper, her fingers touched my stomach, to go around, in trivial circles. I gave a shudder, and my stage clenched again.

The finger's breadth traced up reached my bra, and once more she squeezed. Then she was searching for the shoulder strap and was pushing it off my shoulder. She eased the bra off my chest, I felt the mamilla spring 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 import, 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 jolt, her mouth had enclosed my nipple, without understanding why, I took her mind and pulled her in tight to me.

The hand that had been at my bosom was now drifting down again, for a present 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 helping hand stopped pushing, but still sat where it was.

She lifted her head 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 kiss. 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 parts. 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 dissimilar, I seemed to be great than I thought it was.

My skirt was slowly moving up my thighs, I knew I should, but I couldn't move to stop it. Now her finger were at the front of my panties, softly they rubbed, down along the incoming to my cunt, my legs opened themselves wide, I no longer seemed to have control condition over them, and her digit pressed.

Back up again, then that jolt once more, as she found my button. 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 brightness, 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 foreign taste, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the preference, as the flavour that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this girl to reach me More, I needed her to.

She smiled deep into my eyes, as I took her 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 anatomy. I looked down to watch, I couldn't help myself, and saw her easing my lower lips apart.

A fingerbreadth disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as abstruse as she could go. My hips heaved at her hand as she withdrew, the intuitive feeling surging through me was like heaven, I felt a sensation of red as her finger came out.

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

Her fingers were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could feel the strangest feelings, like a fire rising in intensity, raging between my stage. I was lifting off the bench, trying desperately to wee-wee her hired man push deeper.

Then my all torso went learn like a coil spring, I felt myself shaking, my legs felt like jelly, then I was jerking myself on her fingerbreadth, as my body went into overdrive. I wasn't sure, but I thought that this was my first climax. I had no mastery left, I was lost, riding a undulation of ecstasy.

Finally, as my body unlax and I opened my oculus, I gazed in awe at the blank between my pegleg, I had no idea that all this time, such pleasure was hidden there. I saw her hand, still lying there, all wet and shiny

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

For the first time in my life, I used language I would never consume dreamed of normally using,"What the nookie 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 delicious. Then a strange broody flavour came over her cheek,"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 fellow before."Then she clutched a hand to her mouthpiece,"You don't have one already, do you ?"

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

"That's just glorious !"Then coyly,"When are you going to usher me what to do, so I can get you going crazy 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 quick kiss, then said,"Lead the way, my love."

The end .