A Plain Girl Emerges From Her Shell.

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She was not a girl you would normally ever, take a second glance at. Plain and olive drab, was what came to mind, if you did canvas her.

The sole empty seat 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 quick study of my fellow students.

There was one very striking young woman, surrounded by her obvious bunch of adorer. She wasn't my case, too ‘ sex in your face'in appearance. A too low and revealing cleavage, an overly besotted split unawares skirt, garish ‘ Hollywood'vogue 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 way, aught ! The apparel she wore, were as if they were meant to hide her, like disguise, loose fitting and very average.

Maybe I just read too a good deal into them, perhaps, she just didn't maintenance. Her desk, I noticed, was white and ordered, everything in its place.

The teacher, called our public figure, ticking us off."Julie Richard Rodgers"she read out, and I raised my hand, only a few looked 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 teacher to begin the lesson. She had no interest group in her chap pupil, only the field to be learned.

A bridge player touched her radiocarpal joint,"Do you recall I might borrow a pencil ? I've broken mine and don't seem to own a spare."It was the new girl, she vaguely realised, without a word, 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 retrovert your pencil, and say thanks."I started to walk away, but on urge, turned and asked,"Do you take care if I sit here, I don't know anyone else ?"

She simply nodded, then returned to her book. I sat and take out 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 young man, it just never occurred to her. She wasn't aware of the fact that she looked plain stitch, it wasn't anything intentional.

She bought clothes, simply because she had to jade them, no thought ever went into their natural selection. make-up didn't come into the equating, to her, it didn't serve any purpose.

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

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

I thought, style that hair a fiddling, a tiny signature of war paint, and some more attractive clothes, she could perhaps be quite pretty. I felt a lilliputian tremble, goose bump just showed on my arms. Shit ! I thought you like this girl.

It had been six months since I broke up with Trish, it had been a nasty legal separation, and I was not in any rush for another kinship. And this rather ordinary daughter, 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 spirit of attraction to anyone. No awareness of her own trunk. It simply had never arisen.

She boarded the bus and was busybodied settling when Julie plonked down next 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 route from me ! We moved in there just a few weeks ago. There's a coincidence for you."

They chatted for the residual of the journeying, nothing of significance, although it was a passably one-sided conversation on Julie's part."

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Diane did, however, start out to take some joy from talking to this lady friend, it seemed different, she had no idea 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 an nice, and where, she would normally have withdrawn from the mite, this metre, 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 imbibe ? If you would wish to, that is."

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

Julie fetched ice common cold lemonade and indicated toward the hinder garden."There's a cover girl plaza to sit in the shade back there, come up on, observe me."

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

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

But when Julie's fingerbreadth began a very cold-shoulder caress, the girlfriend glanced down, thinking it odd.

Julie was feeling a tingle in her trunk, a light efflorescence between her peg. She knew quite well what was happening. She wanted to touch on the girlfriend, 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 foreign 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 reason, I felt sound inside.

Then she had put her arm around my shoulder, for a moment 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 fingers stroking my upper 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 move away again, but her arm held me, even pulled me a little tighter.

I just sat there, stiff, and now a little frightened. She turned toward me, her face close to my ear,"Relax Diane, it's just nice to sense you close."she whispered.

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

Her other deal, against my jumper, seemed to crop the side of my white meat, was it an accident or had she meant it ? I was sure as shooting she had.

I could palpate my nipple push against my bra, just like on a frigidness day. A unusual flavour ran through my body, as unvoiced as I wondered what it was, I had no solution, but I knew it felt nice.

Her hand brushed again, and this meter, there was a definite tingle to my nipple, I gave a very little jump. What is she doing to me ? It did palpate nice, but these unknown tone made me scar, I had no idea what they were.

Her fingers released my hand until one touched my chin, she very gently turned my face to hers. I looked into her oculus, mine wide in electrical 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 time, she kissed me. I could feel her sass moving, but mine were inflexible, I didn't know what to do. I felt her tongue titillation along my lips, as her hand left my mentum, and it was then touching the front end of my jumper.

For a moment, I cringed, what was she doing, touching my breast ? Her fingers pinched through the material, my mammilla reacted to the soupcon, I could palpate it tighten even more. God, it felt honest, I thought to myself, even though I was by now petrified.

Her spit entered my mouth, I must stimulate relaxed my rim, she tickled my tongue, and without any conscious thought, mine responded, and then I was returning the kiss. The first kiss of my life and it was with a girl.

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

I felt a unknown feeling surging in my body, especially down between my legs. My legs squirmed, I clutched my knees plastered together.

I hadn't noticed how or when, but found my hand had reached for hers, and I was pressing the manus to my titty, 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 lip said,"No, don't stop."

Her bridge player left my chest to run down, then she was lifting the rump of my pinafore, her fingers touched my stomach, to locomote around, in footling circles. I gave a shiver, and my legs clenched again.

The fingers traced up reached my bra, and once Thomas More she squeezed. Then she was searching for the strap and was pushing it off my shoulder. She eased the bra off my bosom, I felt the nipple 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 present 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 impact, her mouth had enclosed my nipple, without understanding why, I took her head and pulled her in tight to me.

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

She lifted her head to depend 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 buss. I found my branch had parted, just slightly, I don't exactly know when. The press of her fingers was so ignite, I hadn't noticed.

She was now rubbing a finger's breadth down to my private piece. I felt a jolt, it had just pressed into the release, I knew was my clit, it had never been touched before, not even by me. Something mat up unlike, I seemed to be swelled than I thought it was.

My doll was slowly moving up my thighs, I knew I should, but I couldn't move to turn back it. Now her fingerbreadth were at the social movement of my panties, softly they rubbed, down along the entrance to my puss, my legs opened themselves wider, I no longer seemed to make control over them, and her digit pressed.

vertebral column up again, then that shock once more, as she found my clitoris. Her fingerbreadth 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 Christ Within, they were wet, very wet, She touched them to her sass, her spit 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 penchant, not unpleasant, but it wasn't so much the predilection, as the touch sensation that came over me. Suddenly I knew, I wanted this fille to tinge me more, I needed her to.

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

The privates of my pantie was being pulled aside, then her digit, for the first time, touched my secret flesh. I looked down to watch, I couldn't helper myself, and saw her easing my low-down sass apart.

A finger disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as deep as she could go. My hips heaved at her hand as she withdrew, the belief surging through me was like paradise, I felt a gumption of loss as her digit came out.

But then she was pushing again, two fingers this time, and her thumb 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 experience the unknown tone, like a fire rising in intensity, raging between my stage. I was lifting off the judiciary, trying desperately to score her hand push deeper.

Then my unhurt body went learn like a coiled spring, I felt myself shaking, my stage 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 coming. I had no control left, I was lost, riding a waving of ecstasy.

Finally, as my consistency loose and I opened my eyes, I gazed in awe at the space between my ramification, I had no idea that all this fourth dimension, such pleasance was hidden there. I saw her handwriting, still lying there, all wet and lustrous

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

For the kickoff time in my life, I used linguistic communication I would never have dreamed of normally using,"What the roll in the hay 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 pensive look came over her face,"I know it's very soon Diane, but I think I'm falling in dearest 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 well-chosen 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 bridge player to her rima oris,"You don't have one already, do you ?"

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

"That's just smart as a whip !"Then coyly,"When are you going to show 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 warm kiss, then said,"Lead the way, my love."

The end .