Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 00:46:43 -0700
From: naomiknowsit <naomiknowsit@dslextreme.com>
Subject: Naomis story Part 2

Naomis story Part 2
As for me like I said that was a defining day. From then on it was like
always inside of me was a simmering. It didn't interfere with my
schoolwork, thank goodness. And mostly I was oblivious to it. But then
a new girl would come into class or an older girl would look at me with
a smile or a female teacher would put a hand on my knee while
explaining something to me. And I was aware of myself. I felt that
simmering. I thought others might be able to see it even because if felt
strong but I realized soon that it was only strong to me. I would be aware
of my panty, how it felt against me. Or the way my blouse would move
against my nipples. Or I felt sweaty under my arms.
I liked the feelings but it was frustrating. I knew at age 9 no one would
think of me having those feelings and even if they did they wouldn't
think of approaching me even though I so wanted it, even though I
wasn't sure what exactly I wanted.
Oh don't misunderstand. At 9 I was aware of penises and vaginas and
sex and knew the better words from looking things up and from health
lessons. But everything beyond that was rumor or my imagination and I
couldn't be sure.
And besides the feelings inside me I found myself behaving in new
ways. Like when a friend I liked "that way" would be talking to me and
all of a sudden I was just watching her mouth and would lose track of
what she was saying. I would think about how soft her lips were and of
kissing her, like with Marisa.
Or I'd be walking down the hall behind some older girls or a teacher
who happened to be wearing a thin blouse and would find myself
watching the bra strap. I would laugh at myself about things like that but
it was all tied to that simmering.
Then I did something that it is hard for me to admit to but I want to be
open.
One of my friends, Lauren, had a mother (she let us c all her Irene) every
girl had a kind of crush on. She was voluptuous and noisy and friendly
and didn't blink if we said something silly or about sex but treated us
like it was okay.
So there was a swim party at Lauren's and being who I am I drifted
upstairs at some point and found myself looking for and finding Irene's
room. I had thought just to peek in as a way of being closer to her than
the other girls wre but there on her bed were...Oh God...a pair of her
panties. The way they were on the bed I knew she had taken them off to
change into her swimsuit.
Yes, I took them. I did. My mother made sure I wore a swim jacket for
when I got out of the pool and so it had pockets and I stuffed Irene s
panty into it and went downstairs again as if someone was following me.
I think this was my second main day of change. It began my thinking
about if I was a Lesbian, thinking about boys to see how I felt. But I get
ahead.
When I got home I took Irene's panty and put it under the pillow on my
made bed and could not think of anything else until finally I was in my
PJS and getting into that bed. I remember looking at the other pillow
under which was Irene's panty and putting off anything like it was
dessert. Finally I took the panty and put it on top of the pillow, spread
out like it was on display at an underwear shop.
This was when I got my first whiff of the smell of...of pee. And for the
first second or two I did an internal "icchh" and then found myself not
exactly liking the smell but wanting it because it was Irene. I remember
turning toward that other pillow and starting to breathe in hard to take in
the smell and found that it got richer and not so stale and that suddenly
there were "rear" smells and mysterious smells and that my ever-present
simmering was on high as my body quivered with the most distinctly
sexual feelings I had yet had.
I took Irene's panty and fondled...that's the right word, it is...I fondled
the material, especially the taffeta crotch. I took the panty to my cheek
and my face and breathed in more and then...whew...I put my tongue out
and tasted the crotch and pulled it into my mouth and absorbed all I
could of Irene.
Later I slid Irene's panty along my bare skin while still bringing it again
and again to my face and mouth, my sensations overwhelming and
unrelenting and frighteningly wonderful.
Like I mentioned, this began my examining my feelings. The kissing
with Marisa was not all for me...not enough anymore. I liked females, I
liked them in ways I hadn't even dreamt of. And boys...I was curious
about being...well...being fucked by a boy (sorry) but not filled with any
simmering in that regard.
Was I Lesbian I asked myself? Did other girls feel like I did at age
9...maybe friends I knew from school? Who could I ask, talk to, explore
with?