Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:12:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kenneth Matts <pixiekim5@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Break in Changes Views

Hi, I would like to submit this story. It is my second, but follows a
different theme from the first. I would like to thanks those who supported
my last effort. I hope to soon return in the direction that story
took. K.I.M

Girl's views changed after break-in

IT was the holidays and I was bored, spending my time just hanging around
the house. My friends were either travelling or busy with their parents and
although I kept in contact with them I had nothing but my computer as
company. Bored, bored, bored. I didn't even have any boyfriends. The last
one I dumped because he was like all the others, wanting sex with me but
not willing to put any effort in. Besides, I simply wasn't interested in a
guy. I got to the stage were I was sick of myself and wanted to shake of my
goody-two shoes image. I was an A-level student, expecting to head to
university, blah, blah. What an idiot I was. The only thought that came was
breaking into a neighbour's house, you know to feel the rush of doing
something extremely bad. So my heart was pounding as I walked up to the
door and knocked. Not too hard, just enough for someone to hear if they
were there. I was hoping they weren't as I was going to do something I had
never

 done in my life. It didn't matter what I was going to do when I got in
there, I just wanted the thrill of doing something bad.

There was no answer so I wandered around the side finding a sliding door
unlocked. I pushed it open, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it
would burst from my chest, and walked in. I listened, hearing nothing. It
is amazing when you are in someone else's home, the smells are different
from your own, but not awful, and you just don't know where to go.

I walked along a passage and into a room and was looking around when
suddenly: "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Well I nearly peed my pants there and then, looking around to find this
guy, about 40 just standing there with his hands on his hips.

"What are you doing sneaking into my home?" I couldn't say anything. I was
caught, as they say, red handed in his house without permission.

"I, I, I..." was all I could get out. Then my life came flashing before my
eyes, or how it was crashing down I should say. I thought about how stupid
I was and the embarrassment this would cause my family, despite the many
arguments I had been having with them. I could be arrested for breaking and
entering, I could lose my place at the best school in our area and join the
list of people containing what my girlfriends and myself always talked
about -- the losers.

"Well, come on, what are you doing here. Do I call the cops?"

All I could do then was start crying and saying, "I didn't mean it, I
really wasn't going to take anything. I was bored. I just wanted to do
something daring," I managed to get out between sobs.

"You are joking, aren't you," he said. "Break into someone's home and not
expect to pay for it?"

I just didn't know what to do and kept sobbing. "I'll do anything, I'm so
sorry," I blurted out.

"There are two things we do to sort this. I call the cops and they take you
to your parents, or we come to an arrangement."

"What, what do you mean, arrangement?" I said.

"Well, you are a beautiful young woman and I don't want to spoil your life
because you made a stupid error. I am an amateur photographer and I want a
model. You can model for me now and we will forget all about this."

I couldn't believe it. Can I get out of this for a few stupid photographs?
I had done some deportment classes after school which included pretend
catwalk modelling, so it would be simple. I'm tall for my age, about 5'8"
and pretty well developed, though easily fit into a size 7, and with
flowing blond hair, I have always thought of myself as being attractive. "I
am so sorry. I am extremely stupid and don't want my parents knowing. Of
course you can take some photographs of me. But you try touching me and I'm
screaming for the cops. And no putting them on the internet."

"Great," he said as a strange look came over his face, "but I want it done
a particular way."

"Anything, just for you to forget this."

"OK, come into the lounge, I already have a studio set up for some close up
shots." I walked in and he had lights set up around a table, which he moved
to the side. "Before we start. I will give you a promise that nothing
sinister will take place, I will not attempt to hurt you or try and have
sex with you."

"Sure," I said just wanting to get it over with.

"OK, get your clothes off and lay on the couch."

"Eh?? What do you mean, get my clothes off?"

"You said you would let me photograph you in a particular way and I want
you naked." I was gobsmacked. The dirty old man had me over a barrel. I
couldn't refuse. I tried to talk my way out of it, but he said this way or
he'd call my parents. I had no choice though I guess I could have called
his bluff. I had never been naked in front of anyone before, even at school
when we change for gym and sports, I hide myself. I started stripping
off. It was summer and I only had a little tank top and shorts. These came
off as he watched me.

"Do you have to watch?" I said.

"For me that is part of the deal. And besides, you are a beautiful young
woman with a great body, I don't know what you are so worried about showing
it off."

"OK, you have me over a barrel, but if these go on the internet or
something like that I will go screaming to the cops."

"No worries, these are for my own personal use."

I undid my bra letting my breasts free. I was surprised to see my nipples
were erect. Wow, I was turned on by all this -- the break-in and now
getting my gear off for someone I didn't know. I had never even been naked
in front of boyfriends.

My panties came next revealing just a light tuft of blond hair covering my
pussy, proving I really am a natural blond. "That's great," he said as I
sat on the couch. He kept talking, relaxing me despite my apprehension, as
I did one pose after another for him. I started to enjoy it believe it or
not. The freedom of my body exposed and his compliments ringing in my
head. At the end I think he must have used up every bit of his digital
card, he said that was enough. He thanked me, saying I was dumb doing
breaking into his house. He then complemented me again on my body, saying I
shouldn't hide it.

That was all there was to it. But those compliments continued to ring in my
head even when I went back to school. In fact, I was still so high escaping
from being exposed for breaking into the house and so proud of my body, I
no longer hid it in the change rooms. While every girl wrapped a towel
around herself while showering, I didn't worry too much, wandering with my
towel over my shoulder, chatting with my mates. I did get some funny looks
I must say, but few lingered. However, I did notice one girl, one of the
nerds, Jennifer, who seemed to keep looking longer than necessary. I didn't
think too much about it. However, one day when Miss Summer, our PE teacher,
held me back to talk some tactics and I was late showering, I was walking
out of the showers, drying my hair when I felt someone looking at me. I
looked up and it was Jennifer who gave the impression she was still
dressing, but instead was really giving me a good look. The others in the

 class had just left, leaving the two of us, so I walked over to her,
boldly standing naked in front of her and asked what was going on.

"I, I, don't know what you mean," she stammered out, avoiding my eyes and
continuing to dress.

"You know exactly what I mean perving at me like that. I have seen you
looking at me before as well."

"I, I, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. It's just you are so beautiful. You
have such a great body, I couldn't help staring." I was taken aback. One of
my classmates was working on my vanity, complimenting me that I was
beautiful.

"Now listen here Jen...," I started but before I could finish my sentence
she moved closer looking me in the eyes, and gave me a kiss on the lips!
Not just a thank you for the present kiss, this was lingering and then I
could feel her hand on my breast. A strange feeling come over me and I was
starting to enjoy it and joined in the kiss. Just as suddenly, the bell for
the next class rang and we both looked in shock at each other. "I'm sorry
Chris, please don't tell anyone, please. I won't do it again, I
promise. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." She grabbed her towel and clothes,
stuffed them in her bag and she rushed out, leaving me standing there with
my towel on the floor, butt naked. It was a mad rush then to dress and
leave myself.

It wasn't until I started to put on my bra that I remembered my breast
being gently massaged while we kissed. Jennifer had grabbed my boob while
we made out!! My nipples were standing out and my pussy was really wet. The
lezzo, I thought, as I stormed from the change rooms, nearly pushing over
younger girls in my rush. I wasn't against girls having it off, but wow,
that just happened to me! That afternoon and the next couple of days I
looked for her, but it was as if she had disappeared. I went to the school
office and they said she had called in sick. By this time my anger had
subdued, and I started to feel sorry for her. I hadn't had much to do with
Jennifer in school, she didn't hang out with my regular group and we only
took a few classes together. She wasn't bad looking even though she wore
glasses, had unkempt mousy coloured short hair, not much boob with a slight
figure only a little shorter than myself. Hey, now I was giving her an

 appraisal. What is going on.

That weekend I was wandering through the mall and I saw Jennifer, finally
catching up with her outside our group's favourite cafe. I walked up behind
her, grabbed her by the arm and demanded, "We have to talk, now," as I
guided her inside and found a booth near the back. We sat opposite each
other, just looking into each other's eyes as I tried to think of something
to say, when the waitress broke the silence: "What drinks do you want
girls?"

"Do you drink coffee?" I asked. Jennifer nodded her head and I ordered two
lattes.

"What happened in the change room?" I asked.

"I, I got carried away. I'm sorry, please don't tell anyone. You know how
word will get around this place. I just, well you were there, in front of
me, naked, looking so lovely, and I just couldn't resist it." I sat back
and looked at her, she was scared and was on the verge of tears and I knew
I had to be very careful what happened next or there would be a huge scene
affecting us both.

"The kiss was a shock, but OK, I guess, I enjoyed it even if you didn't
ask. It was a surprise. But grabbing my boob, like, that was something else
altogether."

"I'm sorry, you were there so close and the temptation was so great. I love
you so much I couldn't resist." Bang, there it was, she was a lezzo, but
before I could do anything else my gang of friends turned up.

"Hi Chris, hi Jen, can we join you?" and all of a sudden girls were jumping
into the booth pushing us around until we were sitting beside each other in
the middle. The usual chatter started and I just managed to get a look at
Jen and she was pale. I wanted to reassure her that I would be quiet and
say nothing about our encounter so I reached under the bench and grabbed
her hand. She turned to me and I smiled, "Don't worry, we'll sort this
out. I won't say anything." With that, I could feel her body heat go down
as she relaxed.

The strangest thing happened. We kept holding hands as we chatted to one
friend then another. I didn't realise Jen knew many of my extended circle
of friends and I gradually got to know her better. I liked her. She was
obviously intelligent, and had a great personality. I enjoyed being with
her and relaxed myself.

"Well what are you dressing as at my birthday party," Nicole said. Turning
16 was a big thing and we held big parties to celebrate.

"I haven't sorted it out yet," I said. "I might go as a screen diva," I
teased. I had already gotten my costume, an old fashioned, slinky satin
gown that I found in an op shop that I was going to wear as Marilyn Monroe
with my hair all teased.

Jen then surprised me. "I might go as Alfred Einstein, trouble is getting
the moustache." All the girls laughed. Only a nerd could do that we said
jokingly. Jen blushed as she looked at me joining in the fun and laughing
with her. We only released our hands when we started to move from the
booth. I wasn't sure what was going on between Jen and me, but I enjoyed
every minute being with her, getting to know her as we all chatted.

And my pussy was again wet. What is going on. As we walked out we ran into
Jen's parents, who introduced themselves to me and they invited me around
for a sleepover any time. "Sure," I said not too sure of what to say
noticing Jen had gone red. "Well I will see you and we will talk about that
thing later, OK?" I said and went home.

The night of the party mum helped me into the size 6 dress that was a
little big but a few pins in the right places sorted that. The dress really
showed off my slender figure well, and I had just enough boobs to partially
fill out the plunging neckline. Wow, these oldies must have had a great
time because it was a really sexy dress, so soft and what do the Yanks say?
Sassy. Mum rarely let me wear a g-string, but she lent me one of hers when
she noticed the panty line which she said wasn't a good look. I wore a wig
with lots of curls and put on my make up and mum drove me to the
party. "You are so beautiful. Oh, dear, my little girl is getting all grown
up. Be good," she said kissing my cheek as we walked to the front door of
Nicole's house. She was to pick me up after the party.

Inside there were all sorts of characters from super heroes to fairies, it
was like walking onto a cartoon and film set combined. I got a few wolf
whistles from some of the guys I knew as I saw Nicole and rushed over to
give her a kiss. "Hey, it's my party and I'm supposed to be the star," she
said.

"You still are babe," I said as I hugged her and gave her a present. I was
getting stares from all the guys and started vamping it up, looking for an
old professor, as I really wanted to see Jen and talk to her just to sort
things out. Tell her I wasn't gay or anything like that but understood and
wanted to be her friend. The worst thing was I still couldn't get that kiss
and what her touch did to me out of my mind.

Anyway, I couldn't work out which character she was so I chatted to friends
then went to get a drink, soft of course despite all the alcohol flowing
freely. Before I could turn around, I felt a hand on my butt giving it a
real touch up as it gently moved over my cheeks. "Hi honey," this deep
voice said. "Nice bit of tail." I turned to the voice and saw Clark Gable,
or Jen's version.

"If it was anyone else doing that I would have slapped them," I said with a
smile as she gave me a beautiful grin, all with a thin moustache on her
lip.

"Once again you're the most beautiful girl in the room," she brazenly said
with her hand on her hips showing the braces holding up the pants of her
men's suit. Before I could say anything, she said, "Come on let's dance,"
grabbing my hand and nearly spilling my drink in the process which I
managed to place on a table. We joined everyone on the dance floor, a real
mix of characters, so me dancing with Jen was nothing out of the ordinary.

"What happened to the professor?" I asked.

"I lost him. Thought it was time to really get into some real action," she
said as she smiled wickedly.

In fact it seemed everyone wanted to dance with the "Hi, sexy you", which
they said every time they came close. I lost Nicole as guys pushed their
way in front on me wanting to dance and putting their arms around me and
touchjng my ass, even the few ex boyfriends I had known over the years and
told to get lost when they had tried groping me on a date.

 After an hour or so I'd had enough of the manhandling and escaped
before someone else had a chance to put their hands on me in the half-dark
room. I grabbed a drink as I still hadn't the chance to finish my first
one, and headed to a quiet part of the house, away from everyone. It was
dark just off the veranda, opposite the pool so I relaxed and breathed some
fresh air. I thought how nice it was when I heard someone move towards me
and put their hands around me. "You certainly made an impression in there,"
a familiar voice said. I turned to face Jen, just enough light enabling me
to look into her eyes. She kissed me, her tongue finding its way into my
mouth, gently playing with mine as I responded. Her hands then got busy
working their way over my body, and I just melted into her. I was so turned
on by the attention I had received while dancing that she tipped me over
the edge and I let out a moan as her hands passed down my front over my

 pussy. Her hands then found the split in my dress and softly worked their
way over my panties. It was too much and I nearly collapsed against Jen it
was so wonderful.

I could feel my pussy running as her fingers found my clit through the
material and I opened my eyes wide stifling a moan into her mouth as I came
in great torrents. I broke off the kiss, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, touch me. Oh
touch me, Ohhhhh," I said nearly screaming into her ear.

"Ssshhh, my lovely," she said, someone will hear us.

"I don't care," I whispered. "I've never felt like this before. It's so
wonderful," as my mouth searched out hers again. Her hand left my pussy and
I could feel her body moving away from me. She showed me her fingers that I
could just see in the half light.

"I've never tasted pussy before," she said putting her fingers into her
mouth. "Oh my god, it's lovely. Sweet, pussy juice," as she sucked my cum
from her fingers. I moved my mouth closer to hers and she shared her
fingers with me. It was then I realised my inner legs were wet with my
pussy still seeping, and I had to do something about it.

"Oh shit. I am going to wet my dress," I said.

"It's OK, there should be a towel in the cabana over there. I need
something as well." I hadn't thought of her in all my enjoyment. I was
secretly pleased I had made her wet, wondering what she tasted like.

Inside, she opened the door to a fridge to let some light into the room as
we had decided not to turn on the main light. I found a lounge and sat down
leaning back as I pulled up my dress. Jen found a towel and approached
me. "Oh my," she said as I revealed my wet g-string and thighs. "You are so
beautiful," she said leaning forward on her knees between my legs.

She started wiping my thighs, then said, "I'm not going to waste this," and
started licking me. I was going to tell her she was only going to make it
worse, but I just lay back and enjoyed it, reaching down and running my
fingers through her hair. She pulled my panties aside and I opened my legs
for her and she went wild. My pussy was sending electric shocks through my
body as her tongue attacked my clit. I pushed her head into my pussy and
arched my back as I came again almost screaming, just managing to hold it
in. She then looked at me from between my legs, licking her lips and with
my juice around her mouth and on her nose.

"There, that's nice and clean." But then she stopped and listened. "Shit,
on shit, the music has stopped, all the ceremonies will begin, we'd better
get in there or we'll be missed."

We managed to compose ourselves and found a door back inside, deciding to
go separate ways. We were just in time to witness the cake cutting and the
parents saying what a wonderful daughter they had and we cheered and sang
happy birthday. I was still on such a high that I didn't have time to think
about what had just happened. I sang in a loud voice and a few of my
friends closest to me said in unison: "What have you been drinking." I
answered back, "I'm just so happy - for Nicole." But instead was thinking
how I could repay my lovely Jen.

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