My name is Maria. Right now I am twenty four. When I became fourteen pheromones started to climb my body impulsively. My mammary glands began to mature, jutting new blobs of boobs out of my chest. They easily hurt a bit and Jeff, the fresh teenage boy thought of it funny, pinching them often with exaggerated laughter. Knowing him all my life, he wasn’t bad meaning but wanted to remind me of the nodes in my earlier, bare bust. Alone, anytime, without a skirt and a shirt on, before the mirror I noticed my form was ever more defining, bosom and hip; and a sudden shyness hit my world, seeking my own presence and digesting in my little private preoccupations. I noticed that mother screamed at me a little bit more and louder. I easily pissed her in the newer days.
Later in that year I landed on the moon. Now, that lunar trip troubled me! Without a prior stellar education and in an attentive class at school I uncomfortably felt a slow sip and slip out of me; at first I thought it was my bladder-brakes running loose but – wait a minute… when the bell went – zap! I ran for the bathrooms to check the matter under my bonnet. I had heard something of that sort but it was meant for the other girls. I was too young, too untold – as green as a riverside leaf! All that break time I spent in the bathroom, locked behind a door I examined myself, too disgusted but at a great loss how to take care of the mess against the notice of anyone. With permission I ended up home wrapped up ‘in a way’ and only said to mom that I was not feeling fine. Where? I said it was in my head though I wished I could communicate how badly my lower abdomen hurt.
Days after, I quickly learnt to be a woman, carrying the little essentials everywhere, just in case. The internet became my big source of new knowledge of the happenings beneath my skin. Too shy to even share with my closest girlfriend, I was astounded that I was ready to be a mother when I was but another kid under my mama’s arms. I knew boys would want me. I also knew that I would want them. I could feel it already. The middle point was that I had to refrain from giving them a score. And so I dropped indulgences with boys and took girls instead. The only difference was that some of the girls already had boyfriends; kissed them and yet some professed unashamedly to have hit the sack with their boys. It bothered me growingly, how such girls laughed at me, sometimes chiding me as if virginity was a big sin for a fourteen year old. I changed friends a lot but by the end of my fourteenth year I had only Tina. She was a year younger but thought the same was as me.
Age fifteen came in high school, form one. Life there suddenly took a sudden roll and I was expected to know a lot more. Bigger girls bullied me oftentimes, asked questions meant to let me know that I were now old enough... they would rudely want to know about your boy, ‘was he still in Primary School?’ Some asked you to be their friend and you discovered that they meant a lot more only after they got you into private places and began to molest your sexuality. I had tales, and many other little girls had more tales. I had thought of lesbianism to belong to internet alone but high school brought it real. Many other girls had long been introduced to sex and they almost prayed for days to mid-term and closures to pop up so they would run and indulge. It was fast and it was crazy.
Then towards the end of high school had brought to me Anthony. A large boy, he was actually overweight. He wasn’t particularly a dream thing but – I had to have a boy for a smoke scream. I hated the talk about a spinster me… He wrote letters to me and I wrote back. I wasn’t much good at letter writing and so I let Maggie, my desk mate to do them. Then I would copy them in my handwriting and send them to Anthony. How much he loved the letters! He wrote back reminding me that I was the most romantic woman he had ever met! I wonder how many there had been at his age of mere eighteen! He wanted after school closure coddling and he didn’t hide the fact of his dream to undress me. Through Maggie, I responded that all dreams were possible. We laughed! His response was so fast; I almost thought he used private delivery. Anthony was erotically worked up… I knew I was not ready for the indulgence but I also knew that if I got ready it was not going to be with Anthony. He wasn’t my type – and Maggie once joked that I would burst under him!
In all, I left high school a more mature female though untested in a lot more ways than one. If my mama knew so she would have been proud though I understood privately that she thought of me a little wreck. The number of boys who called on our door over vacations was no fewer than the male stream to public urinal. I was that popular though I knew that my eyes were ever between the lines, looking for that different boy that I was sure would come; I only realized that he would obviously be much older than the ones who constantly beckoned me!
Later in that year I landed on the moon. Now, that lunar trip troubled me! Without a prior stellar education and in an attentive class at school I uncomfortably felt a slow sip and slip out of me; at first I thought it was my bladder-brakes running loose but – wait a minute… when the bell went – zap! I ran for the bathrooms to check the matter under my bonnet. I had heard something of that sort but it was meant for the other girls. I was too young, too untold – as green as a riverside leaf! All that break time I spent in the bathroom, locked behind a door I examined myself, too disgusted but at a great loss how to take care of the mess against the notice of anyone. With permission I ended up home wrapped up ‘in a way’ and only said to mom that I was not feeling fine. Where? I said it was in my head though I wished I could communicate how badly my lower abdomen hurt.
Days after, I quickly learnt to be a woman, carrying the little essentials everywhere, just in case. The internet became my big source of new knowledge of the happenings beneath my skin. Too shy to even share with my closest girlfriend, I was astounded that I was ready to be a mother when I was but another kid under my mama’s arms. I knew boys would want me. I also knew that I would want them. I could feel it already. The middle point was that I had to refrain from giving them a score. And so I dropped indulgences with boys and took girls instead. The only difference was that some of the girls already had boyfriends; kissed them and yet some professed unashamedly to have hit the sack with their boys. It bothered me growingly, how such girls laughed at me, sometimes chiding me as if virginity was a big sin for a fourteen year old. I changed friends a lot but by the end of my fourteenth year I had only Tina. She was a year younger but thought the same was as me.
Age fifteen came in high school, form one. Life there suddenly took a sudden roll and I was expected to know a lot more. Bigger girls bullied me oftentimes, asked questions meant to let me know that I were now old enough... they would rudely want to know about your boy, ‘was he still in Primary School?’ Some asked you to be their friend and you discovered that they meant a lot more only after they got you into private places and began to molest your sexuality. I had tales, and many other little girls had more tales. I had thought of lesbianism to belong to internet alone but high school brought it real. Many other girls had long been introduced to sex and they almost prayed for days to mid-term and closures to pop up so they would run and indulge. It was fast and it was crazy.
Then towards the end of high school had brought to me Anthony. A large boy, he was actually overweight. He wasn’t particularly a dream thing but – I had to have a boy for a smoke scream. I hated the talk about a spinster me… He wrote letters to me and I wrote back. I wasn’t much good at letter writing and so I let Maggie, my desk mate to do them. Then I would copy them in my handwriting and send them to Anthony. How much he loved the letters! He wrote back reminding me that I was the most romantic woman he had ever met! I wonder how many there had been at his age of mere eighteen! He wanted after school closure coddling and he didn’t hide the fact of his dream to undress me. Through Maggie, I responded that all dreams were possible. We laughed! His response was so fast; I almost thought he used private delivery. Anthony was erotically worked up… I knew I was not ready for the indulgence but I also knew that if I got ready it was not going to be with Anthony. He wasn’t my type – and Maggie once joked that I would burst under him!
In all, I left high school a more mature female though untested in a lot more ways than one. If my mama knew so she would have been proud though I understood privately that she thought of me a little wreck. The number of boys who called on our door over vacations was no fewer than the male stream to public urinal. I was that popular though I knew that my eyes were ever between the lines, looking for that different boy that I was sure would come; I only realized that he would obviously be much older than the ones who constantly beckoned me!
College brought with it mostly the same kind of boys; wanting quickies and one night stands after parties that they could ill afford. Not that I cared about parties but I gathered a lot from the winds; girlfriends who went out a lot, boys I dated but just to get the feel of Outs with fellow Collegers. Outside colleges proved sweeter though I hated commitment before I finished my schooling... there is a lot more about me!!!
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