A field female child Emerges From Her Shell.

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She was not a young woman you would normally ever, take a second glimpse at. Plain and olive drab, was what came to take care, if you did examine her.

The lonesome abandon seat was in the row behind her, and just to her rightfield. I seated myself and took out the script, that I thought I might need.

New to the form, and knowing no one there, I glanced around a warm study of my fellow students.

There was one very striking girl, surrounded by her obvious gang of admirer. She wasn't my type, too ‘ sex in your fount'in appearance. A too low and reveal cleavage, an overly tight split dead skirt, cheap ‘ Hollywood'style lipstick, and so on.

The others, as far as my spry inspection allowed, all just looked pretty norm. The plain one struck me as a bit odd. She was so nonde, as to be almost inconspicuous. Her haircloth was tidy, but that's all it was, just whisker, no style, nada ! The clothes she wore, were as if they were meant to hide her, like camo, loose fitting and very ordinary bicycle.

Maybe I just interpret too much into them, perhaps, she just didn't care. Her desk, I noticed, was clean and ordered, everything in its place.

The instructor, called our names, ticking us off."Julie Richard Rodgers"she read out, and I raised my hand, only a few bet my way.

She continued reading the names out. The plain miss responded to,"Diane Peters."

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Diane sat waiting patiently for the teacher to start the example. She had no pursuit in her fellow educatee, 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 lady friend, she vaguely realised, without a Good Book, 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 fall your pencil, and say thanks."I started to walk away, but on impulse, turned and asked,"Do you beware if I sit here, I don't know anyone else ?"

She simply nodded, then returned to her Koran. I sat and unpack 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 make any ally, not that it ever bothered her, she didn't even think about it. She'd never had a young man, it just never occurred to her. She wasn't aware of the fact that she looked field, it wasn't anything intentional.

She bought wearing apparel, simply because she had to fatigue them, no mentation ever went into their selection. Makeup didn't come into the equation, to her, it didn't serve any purpose.

This miss, Julie, was it ? Seemed to get at her a bit, although she had no idea why. She just didn't have any need to verbalise to anyone.

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

I thought, style that hair a little, a tiny feeling of physical composition, and some more attractive clothes, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a little quiver, goosebumps just showed on my weapons system. 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 hurry for another family relationship. And this rather ordinary bicycle 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 thought in her life. No feelings of attraction to anyone. No cognisance of her own trunk. 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 hand briefly touching Diane's, who barely noticed.

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

They chatted for the remainder of the journeying, nothing of significance, although it was a pretty one-sided 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 dissimilar, she had no idea 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 overnice, 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 dainty cool booze ? If you would like to, that is."

Diane hesitated, this was all something stranger 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 back garden."There's a lovely space to sit in the shade back there, get on, keep an eye on me."

The bench was quite contract, just full enough for the two of them. Diane could feel the passion from Julie's thigh, pressed close. It didn't really register at first, but as she became aware, it made her feel a picayune uncomfortable, even though she had no theme why, just an unusual proximity.

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Julie's hand came to cover hers, seemingly just a motion, with nada intended. Diane wouldn't have recognised it if there were.

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

Julie was feeling a tingle in her organic structure, a light flush between her pegleg. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to touch 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 belief, what was happening to her ?

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

Then she had put her arm around my shoulder, for a instant I felt panic. What was she doing ? But when it just lay along my articulatio humeri, I relaxed.

Still, Julie chatted, I was surprised that I found, I quite love listening to her. It occurred to me that she had a very pleasant vox, kind of bubbly, and so friendly.

Then I felt her fingerbreadth stroking my amphetamine arm, it was so light, 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 run away again, but her arm held me, even pulled me a slight tighter.

I just sat there, clay, and now a piddling panic-stricken. She turned toward me, her face close to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just dainty to sense you close."she whispered.

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

Her other bridge player, against my jumper, seemed to graze the side of my breast, was it an accident or had she meant it ? I was for certain she had.

I could feel my tit thrust against my bra, just like on a inhuman day. A unknown touch ran through my eubstance, as voiceless as I wondered what it was, I had no answer, but I knew it felt nice.

Her helping hand brushed again, and this time, there was a definite tingle to my nipple, I gave a very little jump. What is she doing to me ? It did find nice, but these strange intuitive feeling made me scared, I had no theme what they were.

Her fingerbreadth released my hand until one touched my mentum, she very gently turned my face to hers. I looked into her eyes, mine spacious in shock. Then she leaned forward, and our lips touched. I gasped and tried to pull away, but her arm was holding me tight.

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

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

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

Her bridge player cupped my breast and gently squeezed, then massaged. My objection to the touch was melting away.

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

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

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

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

Her manus left my chest to travel down, then she was lifting the tush of my jumper, her fingers touched my stomach, to motivate around, in minuscule circles. I gave a shake, and my leg clenched again.

The finger 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 tit, I felt the mammilla spring free, then she was holding it in her palm.

She was looking closely at me, gauging my response, I guess, for the number 1 time, I smiled at her. She grinned and pinched my nipple.

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

I let go, as she persisted, then I felt an electric seismic disturbance, her mouth 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 here and now it caressed my abdomen, then of a sudden, it was pressing through my skirt, and between my legs. Automatically I fought against this unknown quantity intrusion, I began to struggle, her 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 pressing 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 clit, it had never been touched before, not even by me. Something finger different, I seemed to be openhanded than I thought it was.

My skirt was slowly moving up my thighs, I knew I should, but I couldn't move to kibosh it. Now her fingers were at the front of my step-in, softly they rubbed, down along the incoming to my slit, my legs opened themselves blanket, I no longer seemed to throw ascendence over them, and her fingers pressed.

cover up again, then that shock once more, as she found my clit. 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 visible light, they were wet, very wet, She touched them to her lip, her tongue flicked out, and licked. I watched both shocked and amazed, of a sudden, I understood what titillating meant.

She held her finger's breadth, to me, and hesitantly, I tasted. It was a unknown mouthful, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the taste, as the tone that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this female child to stir 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 genitals of my scanty was being pulled aside, then her finger, for the first clip, touched my secret flesh. I looked down to see, I couldn't help myself, and saw her easing my lowly lips apart.

A digit disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as late as she could go. My hips heaved at her deal as she withdrew, the feeling surging through me was like Heaven, I felt a sense of personnel casualty as her finger came out.

But then she was pushing again, two fingers this time, and her thumb was rubbing my clit. I could actually see it, like never before, jutting out from it's normally shroud place, it jumped as she flicked.

Her finger's breadth were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could finger the strange tone, like a fire rising in intensity, raging between my legs. I was lifting off the bench, trying desperately to puddle her hand get-up-and-go deeper.

Then my whole soundbox went taught like a loop spring, I felt myself shaking, my legs felt like jelly, then I was jerking myself on her fingers, as my body went into overdrive. I wasn't sure, but I thought that this was my first-class honours degree climax. I had no dominance left, I was lost, riding a wave of ecstasy.

Finally, as my body relaxed and I opened my eyes, I gazed in awe at the quad between my leg, I had no idea that all this prison term, such pleasance was hidden there. I saw her hand, still lying there, all wet and lustrous

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

For the first time in my spirit, I used language I would never have 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 delicious. Then a strange musing look came over her aspect,"I know it's very soon Diane, but I think I'm falling in love with you, do you beware ?"

God knows I've never done it before, but I actually squealed, before I pulled her to me,"I think I would be very glad 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 magnificent !"Then coyly,"When are you going to designate me what to do, so I can get you going wild like I just did ?"

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

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

The end .