Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 23:49:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Moon Glow <moonglow0306@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Overcoming Shyness" by Moonglow - Lesbian, Adult/Youth

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction.  None of the characters,
places, or events are real.  This story contains graphic depictions of
homosexual acts between young girls.  Do not read if you are offended by
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"Overcoming Shyness" by Moonglow - Lesbian, Adult/Youth - Fg, gg, rom,
exhib, oral, anal

Prologue - The Beach

This story is about how, at the tender age of twelve, I learned to overcome
my natural shyness and embrace my sexuality.  It's been ten years but I can
still remember everything as if it just happened.  I want to share this
story with the world in hopes that other girls might find the courage to
overcome shyness the way I did and hopefully transform their lives as well.
I'm going to start in the middle, on a very fateful day, as I rode in the
car towards the beach with a very special friend . . .

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I said in a dry voice to
Mrs. Riley as I sat in the passenger seat of her Jeep, clutching my hands
together in front of the low-cut flimsy sun dress I was wearing.

 Mrs. Riley, my next door neighbor, was steering her car deftly through the
busy parking lot that would soon be full of beachgoers' vehicles as more
and more people continued to arrive at Whitecrest Beach.

Seeing the sheer number of people in the parking lot and already down on
the beach made my heart skip a beat and I repeated, "I can't believe I let
you talk me into this."

 "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Michelle," she said to
me and gently placed a hand on my bare knee, "but I think this will really
help you and you'll be glad you did it."

"I know," I said, feeling a little better. "And I know you're right. I've
been shy about my body for as long as I can remember and I'm tired of
it. Now I'm proud to be a chubby girl."

 Mrs. Riley smiled, and I hoped my bold talk sounded convincing.

 Soon, Mrs. Riley found a parking spot on the far end of the lot from the
beach. We climbed out of the car and met around the trunk to get our beach
supplies. Mrs. Riley was voluptuous, and her body filled out her purple and
white sun dress nicely. Like mine, it was cut low, and revealed
Mrs. Riley's epic cleavage. She had long, dark brown hair in curls and dark
brown eyes. Her skin and hair were perfectly soft. She was one of the most
beautiful women I had ever met.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked me as I turned to walk towards
the beach with our things.

"Going to the beach . . ." I said. My heart was already beginning to pound
in my chest and this strange question was just making things worse.

"Your dress," she said. "You should leave it in the car."

"I thought I was going to take it off at the beach!" I said, my heart
thudding. I wasn't ready for this.

But Mrs. Riley didn't hesitate. She approached me, took the things I was
holding, and placed them on the ground.

 "Michelle," she said. "If you really want to expose yourself the way we
talked about, then you can't have a dress to use as a crutch every time you
feel nervous when people see you in your bikini. Besides," she remarked,
"wasn't it you who told me that you wanted the courage to go to the beach
in a bikini?"

 "Yes, but this . . ." I took a deep breath and summoned up my courage,
grabbed the fabric of the dress around my waist and pulled it up over my
head, then let it fall to the ground. I stood in the middle of that parking
lot in a vivid green microbikini as men and women, boys and girls drove or
walked or rode bikes past me. The microbikini covered almost nothing and I
could feel the string of it between my plump butt cheeks and around my wide
hips. My breasts were double-D cups, obviously huge for my age, and they
swung freely over their own accord, my large, light pink nipples barely
concealed. ". . . isn't exactly what I had in mind when I asked," I
finished.

Mrs. Riley gestured for me to turn slowly in a circle, which I did, very
aware that people were staring (or actively ignoring) this elegant older
woman examining a virtually naked 12-year-old girl.

 "You look beautiful," she said, giving me a warm hug. "I'm so proud of
you, sweetie. How do you feel?" I wasn't sure what I was feeling at the
moment.  On one level, I felt totally exposed and embarassed, but another
level I felt thrilled as well.  I really had a simple choice.  Go out like
this or turn back and feel self-conscious about my body forever.  No, I was
going to repress every doubt and just let go.

"I feel like it's hot out here and we should see how the water feels!" I
exclaimed with a smile, returning her hug. I picked up my beach gear and
practically skipped across the parking lot.  Suddenly, now that I had
surrendered to this experience, I was loving the feeling of the wind
against my bare skin, the jiggling of my boobs and butt, loving the
sensation of being so exposed to so many people and not acting the least
bit self-conscious about my body anymore.

But it wasn't always this way.


Chapter 1 - The Shy Girl

I was just starting to enter puberty. I had always been a chubby girl but
when I was around eleven my body started changing. My hips, boobs, and butt
all grew faster and larger than almost every girl in my grade. I began
growing pubic hair, from little wisps to a cute dark brown bush.

 I also began to notice boys, and it wasn't long before I discovered that
if I touched myself between my legs while thinking about a boy I liked that
I could give myself "the shivers," which I later learned was called an
orgasm.

 I soon learned new ways to do it as well. Sometimes I would do it lying on
my back with my knees up and my legs spread. Other times, I would get on my
hands and knees and reach behind my big butt to rub it. I even learned to
do it squatting in the shower, because I was too afraid of falling if I did
it standing upright.

Around that time, I started using the internet to inspire me . For a few
weeks, I had a crush on a boy named Micah, a blue-eyed boy with shaggy
blonde hair and an adorable crooked smile. I found a picture of him through
my friend's Facebook account and downloaded it on to my computer. When I
was alone for a few hours in my house, I stripped naked and climbed into my
bed with my laptop, then opened the picture of Micah and turned to face
it. I looked at it while my hand began rubbing between my plump
thighs. Soon I was imagining his hands on my boobs, his mouth on my mouth,
and his hard little penis sliding inside me like my middle finger. I even
learned to print the pictures so I could finger myself while sitting on his
picture, finally shooting a little squirt of girl juice on it.

 Despite my new-found sexuality, I was very shy and self-conscious about my
curvy, over-developed young body. Every time I tried to work up the courage
to talk to Micah, something would make me chicken out. I would feel my
t-shirt riding up in back to reveal my butt crack, or else the neckline
drooping to show far too much cleavage for an eleven year old girl with a
C-cup. I was afraid he would think my boobs were too big, my butt too wide,
my belly too round. Basically, I was afraid he would tell me I was too fat
for him. That didn't stop me from running to my room and rubbing myself to
his picture again every time I chickened out.

 Things stayed like that for a while. The boys changed, but the routine was
always the same. I was too self-conscious about my body to even be friendly
with boys, so all of my friends were girls. Since I spent almost all of my
time with girls, I guess it was only natural that I should start to wonder
about them.

 The first time I acted on those thoughts was at home late at night after
everyone had gone to sleep. I found a picture I had taken of my friend,
another chubby girl named Meghan, at the beach last summer. She wore a cute
one-piece blue and red bathing suit. Before I knew it, my clothes were
slipping off and my hand was between my legs. It wasn't long before "the
shivers" came.

 Soon I was rubbing myself to thoughts about girls as often as
boys. . . then more than boys. After all, I could talk to a girl one day,
masturbate to her picture the next, and then talk to her again the next day
without a worry. It was honestly a thrill for me to be chatting on the
phone with Meghan about school or boys while secretly I was naked with her
picture open on my computer.

 Also, I found that I was comfortable with my body around girls my own age
in situations where I was naked in front of them, like changing before gym
class, before going swimming, or in the dressing room at the mall. I never
quite understood all these feelings and how they joined up together until
one day when Mrs. Riley stepped into my life.

 Mrs. Alexandra Riley and her husband Bill had moved next door to my family
a few months earlier, and although Mrs. Riley was very polite and friendly
with me, I didn't know them very well. I did know that Mrs. Riley was about
forty years old, that she and her husband had no children, and that
Mr. Riley was often away on business, leaving Mrs. Riley with the house to
herself. She did come over occasionally to chat with my mom, but that was
the only time I really interacted with her.

 To be honest, maybe I was a little intimidated by this beautiful, elegant,
and very busty woman who was always smiling at me, always quick with a
compliment. I was flattered but also guarded.

 One day, I was home alone and bored on a Saturday, so I decided to go
swimming in our pool and then lie out in the sun. In my room, I stripped
out of my sweatpants, panties, and tank top and stepped into my black and
green one-piece bathing suit. I took a moment to look at myself in the
mirror, admiring the way the bathing suit showed off my curves. I turned
around to take a quick peek at my butt too. I looked at my face in the
mirror, thinking that it was pretty.  No one could deny that.

 Just then, the doorbell rang. Annoyed, I went down to answer it. I opened
the door to find Mrs. Riley standing on the other side. Suddenly, I
realized I was wearing nothing but my bathing suit, revealing more of my
body than I liked.

Mrs. Riley seemed not to notice. "Hi, sweetie," she said warmly. "Is your
mom home?"

"No," I said. "Just me. I was about to go swimming."

"By yourself?" she asked.

"Yes, why?" I replied, confused.

"It's really not safe to go swimming all alone," she said. "What if
something happened? That's how people drown. Why don't you come over to my
house and we'll go for a swim in my pool? I could use the sun. Come over in
ten minutes."

"Sure," I said after a moment's hesitation. "Let me get my towel and I'll
be right over."

I went up to my room, paused in front of the mirror again as I felt my
heart begin to beat faster, and grabbed my beach towel from the
closet. After a few minutes of sitting on my bed nervously and watching the
clock, I left my house.

 I walked across the lawn to the gate surrounding the Rileys' pool, opened
it and stepped inside. "Mrs. Riley?" I called out.

"I'm here, hun!" she called out from inside the house.

A moment later, the porch door opened, and Mrs. Riley stepped through. She
wore a white linen bathrobe that was fully open to reveal the sexy black
bikini with gold trim she wore underneath. I could feel my heart pounding
harder, but now for a different reason.

 She walked over and gave me a hug and I suddenly felt weak. "Thanks for
coming," she said. "What should we do first? Swim or sun?"

"Swim," I said with a dreamy smile.

"I think so too," she replied, dropping her bathrobe to the ground without
a moment's hesitation.

 She took my hand, and together we waded down the steps into the warm
water.


Chapter 2 - My First Bikini

We spent a while swimming and splashing and joking around in the pool until
I felt much more comfortable around Mrs. Riley than I had before. She was
such a kind and caring woman that I couldn't help but like her and feel at
ease. After that, we moved into the adjoined hot tub to relax.

"Michelle, I want to ask you something," Mrs. Riley said, "and please don't
be offended."

"I won't be," I replied. "What do you want to ask?"

"Do you ever feel self-conscious about your body?" she asked.

 "I dunno," I said quietly. "I guess, sometimes."

 "I've been curvy my whole life," Mrs. Riley said, and I couldn't resist a
peek at her E-cup boobs.  "I remember when I was twelve, I felt really shy
about my body because of it. I was always afraid of showing off too much,
or afraid that boys weren't interested in me or that girls were teasing me
about it behind my back."

"Sometimes I feel that way," I replied. "I mean, I like my body and I like
the way I look, but sometimes I'm just nervous that other people think I'm
too fat or my butt is too big or whatever."

"I was exactly the same way when I was your age," Mrs. Riley said, putting
a hand on my shoulder, "but look at me now. I'm all confidence." She
laughed as she said it.

"How did you get over your shyness?" I asked.

"I invented a system, I guess you'd call it," she answered. "A way to teach
myself to let go of my fear. Because that's what shyness is, really, a fear
of being seen or heard. I decided the best way to do that was to allow
myself to be seen without any doubt or shame. And do you know what the
first change was?" she asked me. I shook my head. "I swore I would never
wear a one-piece bathing suit again, and I have worn nothing but bikinis to
the beach or pool since."

I looked down at my one-piece and blushed. "I guess I was afraid to show
off too much skin," I said meekly. But I also realized that this was a big
opportunity for me and I decided it wouldn't pass me by.

I took a breath and said, "I want to be the way you just said. I want to be
confident. Can you teach me?"

 "Of course," Mrs. Riley said, "but it might not be easy. You're really
going to have to test your limits if you want to learn confidence. First
things first: we're going to have to put you in a bikini." I immediately
blushed at the suggestion. Mrs. Riley just smiled and said, "Don't blush
just yet . . ."

 She took my hand and helped me out of the tub. We both dried off and went
into the house, and Mrs. Riley showed me to her walk-in closet where she
kept a drawer with her bikini collection. She picked out a pink and crimson
bikini and held it up to my body to decide how it would look on me.

Looking at the bikini, I was starting to have regrets. It was smaller than
I was picturing. This would be the most skin I had ever shown to an adult
who wasn't my mom or dad.

"Okay," she said, "try it on."

 I attempted to leave the closet to go change in the bathroom, but
Mrs. Riley didn't move from the doorway. She didn't seem to realize she was
blocking me in, though.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you like it? I think it will look
beautiful on you."

"It's not that . . ." I said quietly. I was terrified of stripping out of
my wet bathing suit under the bright glow of the light right in front of
Mrs. Riley, but I also didn't want to look like a baby. After all, what was
different about being naked in front of Mrs. Riley than the girls in my gym
class?

 At last, I peeled off my bathing suit, and let it drop to the floor. I
stood with my side turned to Mrs. Riley, feeling very pale and very fat and
very, very naked. My face burned red as I blushed. I took the bikini from
Mrs. Riley, fumbled it, dropped it to the floor, and bent down to pick it
up again. At last, I managed to step into the bottoms and get the top
around my boobs and Mrs. Riley tied it in the back.

 I moved slowly through the house, feeling strange in this new clothing,
and even held my breath as I stepped out by the pool again, although of
course no one was there.

 Soon, I adjusted to the strange sensation of wearing a bikini, and began
to enjoy the sun and breeze on my back and belly. Mrs. Riley and I lay in
beach chairs beside one another, sunglasses protecting our eyes, chatting
about all kinds of things. She seemed as at ease in a bikini as in her
jogging suit, and I tried to imitate the way she was behaving.

"The trick to wearing a revealing outfit in public is to act as if it's
totally normal and you are totally comfortable," Mrs. Riley told me. "Even
if you aren't, pretending is all that matters. Soon, you'll start to feel
more comfortable just by pretending. Before you know it, you could walk
down Main Street in that bikini and not feel the tiniest bit nervous."


Chapter 3 - Show Off

 Over the next two weeks (the last two weeks of school), Mrs. Riley gave me
what she called "homework" assignments, to practice what she had taught
me. The first few were pretty simple and safe, intended to help me "get to
know my own body" as Mrs. Riley put it.

 The first assignment was to sleep fully naked and not get dressed again
until I woke up for school. Unfortunately, I woke up in the middle of the
night to pee, and since it wasn't time to get ready for school yet, I had
no choice but to creep down the hall on tiptoe to reach the bathroom,
listening carefully for anyone stirring. I made it back safely without
being caught, but my heart was racing.

 The next day, Mrs. Riley offered to take me shopping. In the car, she gave
me my next homework assignment. She said I needed to try exposing myself
somewhere that was public, but still safe.

 We went to Macy's and Mrs. Riley told me we were going shopping for a
bikini for me and some lingerie. She picked out a few items and told me to
change in the dressing room before stepping back out on to the floor to
model for her. And when I say "model", I mean she had me walk up and down
the aisle, turn around, pose, and all that. No one seemed too suspicious
about this behavior, probably assuming that we were mother and daughter,
but a few curious looks I caught – mainly from boys – made me feel
embarassed and excited all at the same time.

 For one assignment, Mrs. Riley instructed me that I was to go to school
the next day wearing a tank top without a bra underneath. I spent the
entire day worried that I was showing my nipples or too much cleavage and
it felt like everyone was staring at my boobs all day long. I was covered
but felt naked nonetheless. I just tried to remind myself what Mrs. Riley
had told me: Pretend everything is normal. And so, despite how humiliated
and exhilarated I felt, I acted as if it were any other day. Those were the
sort of things Mrs. Riley "assigned" me.

 Just like she said, my confidence began to rise. Mrs. Riley could sense
it, and planned something special for me. Mrs. Riley was going to take me
to the beach in a brand new bikini so I could overcome my shyness once and
for all.

The next morning, I put a few things into my big canvas beach bag and
headed over to Mrs. Riley's house. When she opened the door, I saw she was
wearing a flimsy robe that could only be called transparent. I did my best
not to stare. We greeted each other with a big hug, then Mrs. Riley invited
me inside.

"So . . . do you have something special planned for us?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied. She pointed to the black plastic bag on the
table. "Look inside. There's a present for you."

"Uh-oh," I said with a smile, making Mrs. Riley laugh.

 I opened the bag and found two sundresses, both in the same design but
with different patterns and one a little bigger than the other. Underneath
those, however, was the real surprise. I pulled out the tiniest bikini I
had ever seen, one that made the red and black one Mrs. Riley giave loaned
me seem like a parka. I pulled the two neon green strings (because that's
what they basically were) out of the bag and it examined it closely. I was
beginning to get excited about wearing this at a crowded beach.

"Do you like it?" Mrs. Riley asked hopefully.

"I love it," I said, breathlessly.

 "I'm so happy!" Mrs. Riley said, clapping her hands together. "I got one
for you and one for me." I reached in and pulled out a neon purple
micro-bikini that I handed to Mrs. Riley. "Shall we try them on?"

 Without waiting for my reply, Mrs. Riley untied the sash of her robe and
shrugged it off, letting it fall on the floor. For the first time, I saw
her fully nude, and the sight of her voluptuous body took my breath away
all over again. Her huge tits swung freely and proudly, each capped by a
large, dark pink nipple. Her hips were wide like mine and like me she had a
bush of soft, dark hair between her legs. Although hers was fuller and
thicker than mine, she kept it well-trimmed. She showed no discomfort about
being naked in front of me and proceeded to remove the tags from her new
dress and bikini as if this were all totally normal.

 Once I was able to move again, I removed my t-shirt and shorts (I hadn't
bothered to wear a bra or panties), no longer shy about Mrs. Riley seeing
me naked now that the barrier had been crossed.

 We both pulled on the string bikini bottoms, then helped one another
secure and tie on the tops. Once we were both dressed, Mrs. Riley guided me
to a full-length mirror so we could admire ourselves. I could hardly
believe I was going to be out in public like this.

"We'll be the two sexiest things on the beach," she said, squeezing me
gently around the waist with one arm. When we were satisfied, we went back
into the living room and I reached for my sundress.

 "Wait," said Mrs. Riley, "we're not quite ready yet. Sit down on the
couch." She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and it took all
of my will power not to stare. "You need a little instruction first."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

 "Just showing up in a tiny bikini is only part of the experience," she
said. "You need to project confidence, act like you've done it a million
times before. You need to walk the walk." Mrs. Riley strutted towards the
kitchen, standing straight, her head high. I watched her move, stealing a
peek at her plump bottom when her back was turned. "And it's not just
walking. Whatever you do, do it like everyone is watching you, but you
aren't even aware of it. Now you try."

 I stood up and Mrs. Riley sat down. I imitated her movements, imagining I
was a model on a runway. Mrs. Riley watched me, gave me a few tips, and had
me practice until I had it down. Once she decided I was ready, we both put
on our dresses, grabbed our bags, and headed for the beach.

Which, of course, brings us to the present.

 Mrs. Riley led me through probably the densest group of people to the
water's edge and then we walked back and forth twice before she found a
spot she liked about forty feet back from the water. She and I chatted
about normal things as we walked, but I kept glancing out of the corner of
my eye at all the people whose mouths gaped when they saw me. I guess
seeing a twelve-year-old girl in such a tiny bikini is shocking, but even
more so when it's a chubby girl who isn't ashamed to show off her body.

When we reached the spot, Mrs. Riley removed her dress and revealed her
matching micro-bikini. We each spread out large beach towels on the sand
and I got down on all fours to smooth them both flat. Knowing that I was
shamelessly mooning dozens of people only turned me on even more than I had
been.

 Soon, we were both settled, and took a few minutes to apply sunscreen to
each other's backs, shoulders, necks, and bottoms. We lay out for a long
time, enjoying the sun and the ocean breeze as we let others enjoy the
view. Once we had gotten too hot, we walked hand in hand down to the water
line, where we waded in up to our knees and stood there, chatting casually,
giving everyone on the beach plenty of time to gaze at us. After that we
started swimming and splashing around. I was having a great time with
Mrs. Riley.

"Have you ever been to a nude beach?" I asked her. She just winked and
splashed me again.

 Once we were back on dry land, Mrs. Riley gave me some money and suggested
I buy us both some bottled water. I took the money and strolled across the
beach to the little shack where they sold snacks. I was the fourth person
in line and I talked and joked with the other people who were waiting.

 I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt now, being up close to total
strangers in such a tiny bikini. I didn't even mind when teenage boys and
single men stared at me in amazement. I didn't do anything to conceal my
body from them and allowed them to look as long as they wanted. I was so
glad that I accepted Mrs. Riley's offer to break me of my shyness, or this
never could have happened.

As I walked back towards our towels, I realized that there were two women
sitting and chatting with Mrs. Riley. I approached slowly, a little unsure
of myself, until Mrs. Riley saw me and waved me over.

 The first newcomer was an older woman, about Mrs. Riley's age. She was
maybe five-feet, six-inches tall with a curvy, voluptuous body. Her hair
was blonde, tied in a pony tail, and her eyes were bright blue. The second
newcomer was a younger girl, about my age, who looked enough like this
woman to tell me they were mother and daughter. The daughter had creamy
white skin like her mother and the same blonde hair, although she wore it
cut in a bob with super cute bangs. She also had beautiful blue eyes which
darted to mine then looked away shyly. She was a chubby girl like me with a
big bubble butt and very large, slightly sagging breasts.

 The most startling thing, however, was that both of them were wearing the
same style of micro-bikini as Mrs. Riley and me. The mother's was blue,
like her eyes, and the daughter's was a pale lavender.

"Michelle, this is Mrs. O'Hara and her daughter Evelyn," Mrs. Riley
said. They both greeted me with warm hugs that put me quickly at ease.

"What a coincidence," I said. "You must have bought those bikinis at the
same store."

 "Yes," said Mrs. O'Hara with a smile, "that's how we know each
other. Alexandra and I met while we were bikini shopping yesterday. I told
her I was buying one for my daughter and me, and she explained she was
shopping for herself and her next door neighbor. She didn't tell me you
were so pretty, though." I blushed bright red.

"We thought it would be fun to meet up here today," Mrs. Riley said. "Gwen
and I can talk and you girls can go off and play."

 "Why do I feel like we're on a double date?" said Evelyn, and everyone
laughed.

 For the rest of the afternoon, that's what we did. After we spent some
time chatting and getting to know one another, I learned that Evelyn was
twelve-years-old and in seventh grade, like me.  There were two junior
highs in my town and she went to the other one.  We lived twenty minutes
away yet had never met before. I also learned that, like me, Evelyn had
felt self-conscious about being chubby and it had made her very shy,
especially around boys. Mrs. O'Hara had decided to teach Evelyn to build
her confidence by showing off her body, just like Mrs. Riley had been
teaching me.

"I think it worked pretty well for both of us!" I said.

 Evelyn and I decided to play frisbee, so we got up and ran together
towards an empty stretch of beach, our big tits and fat asses
bouncing. Once we were in place we began to throw the frisbee back and
forth. It wasn't long before we had a small crowd of men (and a couple of
women) gathered around to watch. Evelyn and I wiggled and jiggled as we
played, loving the attention we were getting. I had never felt so beautiful
and confident. Many of the onlookers took pictures with digital cameras or
phones; to preserve the moment, I guess.

 Best of all, whenever Evelyn bent to pick up the frisbee from the sand,
she would always bend at the waist with her back towards me, giving me
chances to admire her ample backside. Like mine, Evelyn's g-string
disappeared between her cheeks and deep into her butt crack. I returned the
favor by bending face-forward and letting Evelyn see my big boobs swinging
freely. She just blushed whenever I caught her looking.

At one point during the afternoon, I saw Evelyn go over to her mother,
whisper something to her, and exchange a few words before Mrs. O'Hara
nodded.  Evelyn came back to me.  "I just asked my mom," she said, "and if
its OK with your mom and dad, do you maybe want to sleepover at my house
tonight?"

"Yeah!" I said.  "I mean, I have to ask my parents but I'm sure they'll say
yes."

"Awesome!" Evelyn cheered and gave me a tight hug.

 Later that afternoon, we began to get hungry and decided it was time to go
home. But before we left, we made plans. When I got home, I would ask my
parents if I could sleep over at Evelyn's house.  If they said yes, they
would drop me off at Evelyn's around seven.  Evelyn gave me their phone
number so I could keep in touch.

Before they left, Mrs. O'Hara leaned in to give me a hug.  I hugged Evelyn
too. "I can't wait to come over," I said.

"Me neither," said Evelyn, giving me a big squeeze and pressing her breasts
against mine.


Chapter 4 - After the Beach

As we drove home, I couldn't stop thinking about her.  With Evelyn I felt
like I had met someone I could truly be myself with, who understood what it
was like to be chubby and shy but with sexual desires as well.

 I thought of the two of us on the beach, two twelve-year-old girls
blatantly flaunting their bodies in front of total strangers. But something
had been missing. And after I thought about it, I finally understood. The
one barrier I had yet to cross was full nudity; not in the shower or in the
mirror, but in front of another person. I thought of the two times I had
been naked in front of Mrs. Riley, and how embarrassed yet excited I felt
with her eyes on me.  I wondered how it would feel with Evelyn.

"So did you have fun at the beach today?" she asked.

"It was amazing," I told her. "I had a great time."

"You and Evelyn certainly took a liking to each other," she said with a
wink.

I didn't respond to that.  I just looked down at my hands in my laps.

"Michelle, is everything alright?" Mrs. Riley asked me in a concerned tone.

"Yeah," I said, "it's just . . . if I tell you a secret will you promise
not to tell anyone?  Even my mom and dad?"

"Of course, honey," she replied.  "You can talk to me about anything."

"I think I like Evelyn," I admitted.  "I mean like her, the way girls are
supposed to like boys."

"Have you ever felt this way about another girl before?" she asked.

"Yes," I told her.

"Do you think you might be a lesbian?" she asked me.

The question kind of caught me off guard.  "I don't know," I said.  "I
think I still like boys but I'm so shy around them.  I guess sticking to
girls makes sense.  Maybe I am a lesbian and deep down, it's what I really
want."

"You don't need to label yourself," Mrs. Riley told me.  "Just be Michelle.
Do you know why?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's Michelle that Evelyn has a crush on," she told me with a
smile.

"You really think she likes me?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, I do," she answered.  "She likes you because you are a kind, sweet,
beautiful girl.  And if you like her too, then there's no reason you
shouldn't tell her how you feel."

"Thanks, Mrs. Riley," I said.  I had never felt happier.

Once I got home, I told my parents about meeting Evelyn and Mrs. O'Hara at
the beach that afternoon and that Evelyn was my age and lived right here in
town.  I then asked if I could sleep over.  My mom called Mrs. O'Hara on
the phone and they spoke for a little while.  When it was done, my mom hung
up the phone and smiled.  She would drop me off at Evelyn's house at seven
o' clock that night.

Chapter Five - Alone Together

I arrved right on time wearing a white tank top with a black bra with a lot
of cleavage showing, denim cut-off shorts with black panties underneath,
and my lucky sneakers.  Once I was inside, Mrs. O'Hara and Evelyn both gave
me a big hug and then led me into the kitchen.  Evelyn was dressed like me
except with a pink t-shirt that seemed a size too small so that her boobs
were straining against the fabric.  Mrs. O'Hara pink and gray sweatpants
and a dark blue t-shirt.  She had also cooked a delicious-smelling dinner.
We ate and talked and laughed.

Afterwards, Evelyn and I sat alone on the couch, watching TV.  Holding my
breath, I scooted toward Evelyn close enough that our arms were touching.
She looked over at me, smiled, and blushed.  I couldn't see my own face but
I'm sure I was blushing as well.  Evelyn slowly reached out her left hand
and took my right.  We were both so new to this kind of feeling and neither
of us wanted to do or say the wrong thing and break this spell.

When it was almost 9 PM, Evelyn and I told her mother we were going to go
hang out in her room to listen to music and maybe watch a movie.
Mrs. O'Hara gave Evelyn a quick look that she didn't intend me to see, but
I knew what it meant.  Evelyn had told her mother that she had feelings for
me.  Mrs. O'Hara hadn't even reacted when she had seen us holding hands.
Evelyn and I walked up the stairs to her room and made ourselves
comfortable.

"Can I ask you a really personal question?" she asked as we sat
cross-legged on her bed, facing towards each other.

"Sure, I guess," I said.

"Have you ever thought about another girl as, like, more than a friend?"
she asked slowly.

"Have I ever had a crush on a girl, you mean?" I asked.  Evelyn just
nodded.  "Yes," I said with a grin I couldn't contain.  Evelyn giggled into
her hands.

"Who was she?" she asked.

"I used to have a crush on my friend Meghan," I admitted.

"I've had crushes on lots of different girls," Evelyn said, "but nothing
more than that."

"I have a crush on a different girl now, though," I said softly.

"You . . . who?" Evelyn asked, trying to hide either hope or disappointment
in her voice.

"Her name is Evelyn."

Evelyn looked deep into my eyes and then began to lean her face towards
mine.  Her eyes closed gently.  I leaned in as well, shutting my eyes just
a moment before my lips met hers.  They were so sweet and so soft.  Our
lips pressed together and we held it for a brief moment before pulling
away.  It was the perfect first kiss.  We opened our eyes and looked at one
another and couldn't help but laugh at what we had just done and how
amazing it had been.  From that moment on, we were girlfriends.

Later, Mrs. O'Hara told us it was time to get ready for bed.  We both
brushed our hair and brushed our teeth, then stood awkwardly in Evelyn's
room for a few moments.  "Umm, I sleep naked, is that OK?" Evelyn asked.

"Of course!" I said, a bit relieved.  "I sleep naked too.  I forgot to even
bring pajamas."

Then there was nothing left to do but undress.  Facing one another from
across the bed, we both began to take our clothes off.  Neither of us could
make eye contact but I couldn't take my eyes off Evelyn's body and I knew
she couldn't take hers off me either. Our tops went first, then we both
wriggled out of our shorts.  I reached my hands behind my back and
unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor.  Evelyn and I had seen most
of each other's boobs at the beach but now our nipples were out in the open
with nothing between us.  Like me, hers were large and puffy, a very pale
shade of pink, even paler than mine.  At last we slid our panties down to
the floor.  I saw Evelyn's little bush of fine blonde hair for the first
time and couldn't stop staring at me.  She was looking right at my curly
brown bush as well and that thought alone made my heart race.

Mrs. O'Hara came in to say goodnight to us.  She gave us both a kiss on the
forehead.  "Remember girls, if you need anything . . . or if you have any
questions, I'm right across the hall," she said.

"Mom!" Evelyn replied, embarrassed.

"Goodnight, Mrs. O'Hara," I said politely.  She blew us a kiss, turned off
the light, and shut the door behind her.  Evelyn and I were alone in the
dark at last, together under the sheets, two innocent young girls falling
quickly in love.

Without a word, we leaned in and began kissing each other deeply once
again.  Every inch of me felt like it was on fire.  I had fantasized about
being with another girl like this but nothing could have prepared me for
the real thing.  I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs in a
matter of seconds and I wondered if Evelyn was feeling the same way.  Soon
our hands were cautiously exploring, sliding up and down each other's bare
sides, loving the sensation of touching each other's soft, smooth skin.
The fact that Evelyn was a big girl, like me, only made it that much more
exciting because there was simply more flesh to fondle and caress.

We moved closer together until our breasts were pressed together.  At the
moment they touched, each of us let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure.  I
hesitantly slid my hand up Evelyn's body until I was cupping her breast in
my hand.  The full, heavy weight of it in my little fingers was
indescribable.  As was the sensation of her hand cupping my breast as we
continued passionately kissing.  Of course, we were both inexperienced, so
we had to learn as we were going, but it was lovely to take our time
kissing and fondling.  I had never touched a girl so intimiately before but
I knew I could never get enough of this.

"You're a really good kisser," I whispered to her.

"So are you, Michelle," she whispered back.

"This is the coolest thing I've ever done," I said with a giggle.

"I know, me too," Evelyn replied.  "And we're just getting started."

Evelyn kissed me once more on the lips, then began kissing her way across
my cheek and down my neck to my collarbone.  Her kisses were so soft and
sweet that I couldn't help but close my eyes and bury my hand in Evelyn's
blonde hair.  She kissed down my breast until at last her mouth came to my
nipple.  I opened my eyes and looked down at her.  She looked up at me and
our eyes met as she began to suckle my big tit.

"That feels so freaking good," I breathed.

Evelyn didn't reply, but instead moved her mouth to my other breast and
began sucking on my other nipple.  My fingers couldn't help but clench and
unclench, massaging the back of Evelyn's scalp.  I hadn't realized my
vagina could get this wet and there was a throbbing ache down there as it
begged to be touched.

"Turn on to your back, hun," Evelyn whispered to me.

I did as I was told.  Evelyn lay next to me on her side, propped up by an
elbow.  She placed her hand on the curve of my belly and resumed teasing my
nipples with her lips and tongue.  She wasn't satisfied with just my
nipples, though, and soon she was dragging her wet tongue up and down, back
and forth across my ample chest.  I was so delighted by this feeling that I
scarcely noticed that Evelyn's hand had been working slowly over the top of
my belly and down to my bush.  When her fingers at last touched the soft
down there, my entire body began to tremble slightly.

"Is this alright?" she asked gently.

"Yeah," I said.  "Just don't go too fast, OK?"

She took her time teasing and gently pulling my pubic fuzz.  Before long,
however, her fingers were gently brushing against my aching clitoris.  She
could tell by my reaction when she hit the best spot and soon she was
rubbing it much the way I did when I at home naked on my bed.  I could
barely breathe but I was in heaven.

I turned on my side to face Evelyn once again and she scooted up until we
were eye-to-eye.  I leaned in and kissed her full lips.  As I did, her
fingers kept carefully stimulating my clit.  Feeling bolder now, I reached
out and did as Evelyn had done, sliding my hand down her chubby belly to
her beautiful, blonde bush.  Evelyn's body began trembling as I had done,
then went rigid as my fingers found her clit.  Evelyn was as wet as me down
there and knowing she was enjoying this as much as me was such a turn on
(and gave me confidence to keep going).  We kissed and kissed as we rubbed
each other's wet, pink pussies faster and faster.

I had given myself plenty of orgasms before, but I wasn't quite prepared
for the unbelievable rush I would feel as together Evelyn and I were
practically racing to make each other cum.  I wrapped my free arm around
her neck and she did the same to me and we pulled our bodies close together
as we could, our big tits and plump bellies pressing hard against each
other, our tongues fighting furiously in our mouths.

I pulled my hand away from Evelyn's pussy and reached around to grab her
fat, white buttcheek.  She did likewise to me and soon we were grinding our
crotches together for all we were worth.  Suddenly, my body began to spasm,
and a moment later Evelyn's did too.  We hugged each other as hard as we
could.  We both held on for dear life as we shared our very first lesbian
orgasm.  My girlcum squirted out of me in buckets, it seemed.  I couldn't
stop thrusting my pussy against Evelyn's even if I had wanted to.  I could
feel more hot liquid splashing against my bare thighs and I knew Evelyn was
gushing too.  Once we were emptied out, we held each other in silence, both
of us shaking and occasionally twitching in remembered pleasure.

"Can I ask you something?" I said when I could speak again.  We were still
tightly clinging to one another.

"Of course, anything," she replied.

"Would you freak out if I told you I loved you?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yes," Evelyn said, smiling, "but freak out in a good way."

"OK, here it goes . . ." I said.  "I love you, Evelyn."

"I love you, too, Michelle," she replied.  We both squealed happily, then
hugged and kissed and then just took some time to enjoy cuddling together.

Soon we had recovered and we were soon eager for more.  More than anything,
I was eager to taste Evelyn's pussy and of course to feel her tongue inside
mine.  I had seen a lot of lesbian movies on the internet where the girls
licked each other in the 69 position and it was something I had always
wanted to try.  I whispered in Evelyn's ear, asking her if she knew what it
was, and she nodded in excitement.

In the movies, it looked really easy to get into the right position, but it
took us a few tries to get it right.  I even smacked Evelyn in the side of
head with my knee at one point and felt like such an idiot until Evelyn
laughed it off and gave me a quick kiss on the knee.  Once we had it
figured out, I was lying on my back with my head on the pillow.  My legs
were bent with my feet flat on the mattress.  Evelyn climbed on top of me
so that her knees rested to either side of my head and her face was between
my thighs.

I looked up and saw Evelyn's vagina glistening above me.  Her ample bottom
looked huge from this angle but it was so beautiful too.  When Evelyn began
to lower her body onto mine, her cheeks parted just enough to reveal her
little, pink butthole.  Evelyn rested her body on mine and her weight
pressed on me, but I loved the sensation of her covering me with her smooth
skin.  My face was almost completely covered by Evelyn's rear-end and there
wasn't enough light for me to really see what I was doing, so I would have
to use my tongue alone to explore her backside.

I slipped my tongue in between Evelyn's pussy lips and instantly fell in
love with the sweet, tangy taste of my girlfriend's vagina.  She tasted me
as well and it took all my self-control not to squish Evelyn's head between
my meaty thighs.  I'm not sure how long we did that for, but it felt like
an eternity.  I couldn't see or hear.  All I could do was feel Evelyn's
tongue wriggling into my pussy, taste her juices on my lips and tongue, and
breath in the mixed scent of Evelyn's cum and the different but equally
exciting smell of her freshly scrubbed anus, which was pressing against my
nose.  I kept licking furiously before burying my tongue inside her, which
caused Evelyn to shake on top of me.  It was an out of body experience.
For so long I had wanted this experience with another girl and it felt
unreal now that it was here.

Evelyn's butt began to flex and her cheeks clenched and unclenched.  I knew
what was about to happen because the same was about to happen to me.  At
last, I cried out and my cry was muffled in Evelyn's bush as I squirted
again, even harder than before.  Evelyn sat up and began grinding her butt
against my face.  In moments, she moaned loudly as she began to cum, and it
had nowhere to go but into my mouth.  I had never thought about this
circumstance.  I knew girls were supposed to swallow boys' cum, but what
about other girls' cum?  So I swallowed it and the warm liquid filled up my
belly.  She squirted more and I drank as much as I could, but most of it
splashed over my face.

Evelyn climbed off me before I ran out of breath and collapsed next to me
with her feet near my face.  I held her feet in my hand, needing to touch
some part of her, and kissed the tops of her toes softly.

"Do you think my mom heard me?" Evelyn asked, laughing.

"I think the neighbors heard you," I replied and she playfully slapped my
leg.

"Oh well," she said.  "It's not like she doesn't know what we're doing in
here."

"Does your mom know you like girls?" I asked.

"Yeah, I told her about a year ago," Evelyn said.  "She was cool with it,
though.  Are you going to tell your parents?"

"I don't know," I answered.  "I haven't decided yet.  Mrs. Riley knows but
she's the only one.  Besides you, of course."

"You're into girls?  I had no idea!" Evelyn laughed and began to tickle me.
I tickled her back and we wrestled and giggled like little kids,
unconcerned about the jiggling of our chubby, naked bodies.

I still craved more, though.  It was as if all the secret lesbian desires I
had been containing inside me all this time were demanding to be satisfied
tonight.  There was one thing in particular I wanted to try.  Evelyn had a
gorgeous face, amazing tits, and a perfect figure, but the part of her body
I loved most was her big, beautiful bottom.  I asked Evelyn to roll over on
to her belly, which she happily did, curious to see what I was up to.

I reached out and squeezed one of Evelyn's buttcheeks in each hand.  I
gently massaged and kneaded her bottom as Evelyn lay her head down and
began whimpering softly as I fondled her.  Once I was ready, I began
kissing her bottom, first one cheek and then the other, going back and
forth.  As Evelyn had done with my boobs, I dragged my tongue back and
forth acros her entire backside, coating it in a thin layer of saliva.  I
spread Evelyn's plump cheeks apart and peeked at her adorable little hole.

I tried to remember what I had seen in movies and then I remembered that
sometimes one girl would spit on the other girl's butthole to get things
started.  I let a big dollop of spit fall from my tongue and onto her hole.
When it hit, Evelyn quivered.  I spit a little more in and, feeling brave,
used my finger to spread it around in a ring.  I pulled Evelyn's bottom as
wide open as I could and buried my face between her cheeks with my tongue
tickling the edge of her anus.  Evelyn moaned in delight as my tongue
touched her there.  I licked around and around in circles, then pressed the
tip directly against her waiting hole.  I pushed my tongue as deep as I
could into her tight anus and felt the muscles relaxing.

The taste was so strange, but not a bad taste at all.  The rush of doing
something so naughty and forbidden with another girl made it all the more
exciting.  On Monday, I would see my friends and act like everything was
totally normal, and no one would know I had been tonguing another girl's
butthole only hours before.  I had always been a good girl and it was
awesome to feel like a bad girl for once.  As I was licking Evelyn's butt,
she had been fingering herself, and I had been fingering myself as well.
Evelyn came first this time, too stimulated to hold it in.  I kept licking
up and down Evelyn's buttcrack until at last I orgasmed so hard I almost
collapsed.

"That was so much fun," Evelyn said in a soft voice.  "I've never done butt
stuff before."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.  "I play with my butt all the time."

"That's because your butt is so cute," she told me.

"Not as cute or as yummy as yours," I replied.

"Have you ever had a real toy up your butt?" Evelyn asked.

"No," I admitted, "just the handle of my hairbrush.  I don't have any
toys."

"My mom does . . ." she said in a quiet tone.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, suddenly very curious and excited.

"Maybe I could ask her if I could borrow it," she said.  "But will you come
with me to ask her?  It's kind of embarrassing, you know."

"I'll go with you," I said.

Evelyn and I got out of bed and opened the door.  The hallway outside was
dark as we stepped out of Evelyn's room.  We could see, however, that
Mrs. O'Hara's light was still on.  We walked over and Evelyn knocked
softly.  Her mother told us to wait one second and we heard her climbing
out of bed.  She walked across the carpet and opened the door, wearing a
short red nightie.  When she looked down and saw us standing there, holding
hands and blushing, she smiled.

"Hi Mom," Evelyn said.

"Hi Mrs. O'Hara," I said.

"Hello girls," she replied.  "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if we could borrow one of your, umm, toy things," Evelyn
said nervously.

"Of couse, sweetie," Mrs. O'Hara said.  "Which one?"

"The double-sided one," Evelyn told her.

"I don't know, girls," she said, "that is kind of tricky if you don't know
how to use it.  I wouldn't want one of you to accidentally get hurt."

"We'll be careful, I promise!" Evelyn said.

"I'll tell you what," said her mom, "if you let me show you how to use it,
I'll allow it."

"Mom!" Evelyn said, blushing bright red.  I could feel my cheeks burning
too.

"That's my final offer," said Mrs. O'Hara.

In the end, Evelyn and I both agreed.  We walked back into Evelyn's room
and Mrs. O'Hara followed us.  She told us to sit on the bed, so we did.
She turned on the lights and I felt very exposed being fully nude in front
of an older woman I had only known since this morning.  Mrs. O'Hara didn't
stare or make comments, though, and her natural friendly demeanor put me
back at ease quickly.  It helped that I was eager to try out the toy.

Mrs. O'Hara told me to get on the center of the bed on my hands and knees.
I crawled to the middle of the bed and got into the position.  My belly
drooped and my boobs sagged, but I was beyond caring at this point.
Mrs. O'Hara stood near my butt and placed one hand on the small of my back.
She held the two-sided dildo in her other hand.  I felt a little nervous as
the tip pressed against my pussy.  This was bigger than my hairbrush handle
for sure.  I tried to relax as Mrs. O'Hara slowly pushed one half of the
toy into me.  A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt myself penetrated.  I
blushed at having made such a sexual sound in front of Mrs. O'Hara but she
only smiled.  Once she was finished with me, Mrs. O'Hara told Evelyn to get
on her hands and knees, but facing the opposite direction.  I wanted to
watch but my body felt so strange I could only press my forehead down
against the mattress and savor the experience.  Mrs. O'Hara guided
 her daughter into position and I could hear Evelyn moaned as I had done.
A moment later, Evelyn and I were butt-to-butt and our cheeks pressed
together.

"It's in, girls," said Mrs. O'Hara.  "Now just rock forward a little bit
and then rock back again.  Keep doing that until you get in a rthym."

We did our best to follow Mrs. O'Hara's instructions.  She put her hand on
the small of my back and gently guided my movements.  I rocked forward and
felt the toy sliding out of me.  I whimpered at the sudden, empty feeling
inside me.  But when I rocked back, I felt the toy plunging deep inside me
once again, and I groaned in obvious pleasure.  Behind me, I could hear
Evelyn making the same noises as she rocked her body back and forth.  Once
we were steadily going, Mrs. O'Hara quietly rose from the bed, turned off
the light, and stepped out of the room.  I barely noticed her leaving, I
was so caught up in the intensity of my pleasure.  I tried using one hand
to support myself while fondling my hanging boobs with the other and found
that pinching and rubbing my nipples made electric currents travel from my
breasts to my vagina.

Evelyn and I start going faster and faster.  The air in the room felt hot
and humid.  I could feel sweat trickling down my face and coating the rest
of my skin.  My pussy was literally dripping and I could feel the juices
squishing inside me with each thrust backwards.  We bounced our rear-ends
off each other and made a loud smacking sound every time our fat asses
slapped together, accompanied by wanton groans of animal ecstasy.  I arched
my back and lifted my head.  My mouth hung open and my eyes were closed.  I
grunted each time Evelyn thrust her butt against mine.

My pussy began contracting and gripping the dildo tightly.  I rode it as
hard as I could and Evelyn kept pace.  I started to cum and couldn't keep
focused on our rthym anymore.  I mashed my cheeks against Evelyn's and she
did the same and we started grinding our big butts together.  My girl
juices began gushing out from around the toy but I kept thrusting.  I heard
Evelyn cry out and suddenly her girlcum was mingling with mine, covering
our bottoms and dripping down our thick thighs.  I couldn't stop squirting
and more and more juice gushed out of me.  I was crying and laughing and
begging all at the same time.

When Evelyn and I finally finished cumming, she crawled away from me and
pulled her side of the dildo out of her pussy.  Then she pulled my side out
of mine.  We cuddled up together on the mattress, nose to nose.

"I love you so much," I whispered to her.

"I love you, too," she whispered back.  "This has been the best day of my
life."

"Mine too," I told her.

We wrapped our arms around one another and held each other close.  The
smell of her hair, her sweat, and her pussy made me feel almost dizzy and I
clung to her in the darkness.  Our hearts beat together and gradually we
began to fall asleep.  Before I drifted off, I thought of how lucky I was
to have a friend like Mrs. Riley to help me conquer my shyness and how
excited I was to begin my relationship with Evelyn.  I knew my life would
never be the same.  How right that statement would prove to be, I was only
just beginning to discover.