Beth
by Allene
Chapter One
People can't control their lives. Their lifestyle, desires.
and success or lack of it are the whim of fate. My story is a
case in point.
I was born and raised on a small farm in Eastern Washington
as an only child of my parents Herb and Louise. My parents and I
lived comfortably on my Father's income from the ranch and my
Mother's income as a school teacher in Ellensburg. I was very
proud of my parents and planned to become a schoolteacher in the
footsteps of my Mom.
I was not able to have close friends as a child since we were
twenty miles from town and ten miles from our nearest neighbor.
My Mother was teaching in a Catholic School so I was able to go
there at no charge and rode to and from school with my Mother,
which kept me apart from the other children who rode the school
bus. Since my Mother was a teacher the other kids did not
associate with me as they thought anything they said to me would
be relayed to my Mother and from her to the other school
personnel. My folks tried to make up for this by giving me extra
attention, but the limited contact with the other girls left me
very naive about relationships.
This situation took a drastic turn when I was twelve years
old and my Mother was killed in a freak accident on the farm
when a large icicle fell from the roof of the barn and hit her
on the head.
At this point I was suddenly pushed into the mainstream as I
now had to ride the bus which gave me the opportunity to talk to
the other girls. This was a godsend for me as I was entering
puberty and did not know what was happening to me as my body
began to change rapidly. I was too embarrassed to discuss it
with my Dad.
The school was no help as it had individual shower and
dressing rooms so I never saw any of the other girls nude and
our uniforms hid any developments.
Fortunately by this time I had found a friend who eventually
asked me to stay overnight at her house. She was quite
uninhibited and at bed time took off all her clothes to put on
her nightgown. I then realized that I was not unique as she also
was getting breasts and growing hair on her crotch. Since she was
not embarrassed I decided not to go to the bath room to change as
I did at home and undressed in front of her. She was fascinated
by the size of my breasts which were rapidly approaching their
eventual size of thirty six D. At first I was embarrassed by her
comments on the size of my breasts, but when I realized her
sincerity in admiration I felt proud and let her inspect them at
her leisure. She asked me if she could feel them and since we
were alone and I felt envied, I told her it would be all right.
This was the first inkling I had of my sensual nature. She
did not just touch them, but fondled them and lifted them until
I felt a peculiar tingling in my nipples which seemed to travel
directly down to my crotch.
Then she said "Look, your nipples get hard when you play with
them just like mine." She then started playing with her own
breasts and I saw her nipples getting longer and stiffer as I
watched.
Then she said" Here you play with mine while I play with
yours." I then started to mimic her actions to my breasts with
hers as we pulled and pinched on the nipples until we were both
panting.
At this point she asked me," Have you ever played with your
crotch?" I naturally said," No. I never have," as the idea had
never occurred to me.
She said,"Here, let me show you." She then let her hand
slowly travel down my stomach and started to play with my pussy.
This felt nice until she put her finger inside enough to touch my
clitoris which felt wonderful and weird at the same time. Almost
like small electrical shocks.
By this time we were both very excited and I put down my hand
to play with her clitoris. She began to climax in a short time
and in her excitement pulled her hand away so I did not know why
she was so excited, although I did realize there was something
else I was missing out on. She almost immediately went to sleep
and although I played with my own pussy for awhile I was too
inhibited to be aggressive enough to climax.
I really wanted to talk to her about our experience, but we
slept in too late to catch the bus. Her Mother took us to school
and then we were never alone at school so we never got a chance
to talk.
Later on that week my Father said that my friend would be
welcome to stay with us for the weekend if she wanted to. I was
anxious to ask her and was disappointed that she did not share my
excitement. She did not know if she wanted to go out to the
boondocks with me as there were so many more things to do in
town.
I finally convinced her by telling her that we had horses and
we could ride up into the woods to swim and have a picnic.
She took the bus with me Friday and I was really excited
until bedtime as my Father said that since I had a single bed,
Mary, my friend, could sleep in the guest room. When I suggested
I sleep with her, he said that we would keep him up all night
giggling and that he had to get up early to go to town.
I felt frustrated and played with myself for a long time that
night but could not concentrate sufficiently, because of my
disappointment, to really get into it.
