Chapter 2

~Julia~ Wednesday June 12th.

Mmm, the light of the sun shining through my bedroom window warmed my naked body. Despite it already being hot and not even a breeze blowing through the open window. I decide it’s time to get up for the day. Slowly I opened my eyes so they could adjust to the light. The sheet that was covering me was now piled up at my feet.

I looked towards the door to the adjoining bathroom that I share with my older sister. It was closed and I could hear the faint sound of the shower. Megan was already using the bathroom. We normally left our doors open so that we knew if the bathroom was open. If we wanted privacy we would just close the doors and knock if we needed the bathroom.

Mostly we just left them open, like we have since we were kids. Being sisters we didn’t have any hang ups with having to keep our doors closed, we respected each other not to intrude into each others rooms unannounced.

With nothing to do but wait until my sister was done in the bathroom, I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling and lost myself in thought. Last Wednesday reignited the feelings I had for Stan. I have been in love with him since elementary school when he stood up to an older girl who was bullying me.

I have always been rather shy and timid, and could never work up the courage to tell Stan how I felt about him. Then things got worse for me just before Junior High School. The summer between fifth and sixth grade turned out to be eventful. Only a few days into sumner break my nipples and areola began to hurt and puff up.

I told my Mom, and it was off to the department store to get a training bra. By the end of the summer I went from being flat chested to being between and A cup and B cup bra, the training bra was short lived after it became uncomfortable after the first month. All summer long my friends were jealous of my breasts growing.

While they became jealous, I became very self concious at my quickly growing boobs and the attention I was getting from them. My Mom is very well endowed and told me the same thing happened to her when she started puberty. I was so insecure about it that clothes shopping for school turned into me fighting with my Mother over wearing cute clothes and baggy clothes.

I eventually won out after a very loud and heated argument in the middle of womens clothing section. So seventh grade began my baggy clothes, hide my developing boobs phase which I still wear to this day. I was glad I won the argument because soon my hips began to widen, resulting in the beginning of my hourglass figure.

My breasts did slow down in growth by my Freshman year in high school and now they were a full 34 C. But I have a feeling before all is said and done I will probably end up in a D cup. I look down at my chest, both breasts sat high and firm and I hoped they would not change. Even though I am insecure about them, they really do fit my body type well.

With my mother at a 38 E and my sister at a 36 DD, I had my doubts about maintaining the 34 C’s that I had. I ran my hands over breasts, I think they are perfect. Rose colored areola about the size of a half dollar coin and nipples that didn’t stand out too much unless I was cold or aroused.

My mind wandered again as I began to think of seeing Stan today. It has been a whole week since I last saw him, I thought I might have seen him at my graduation but I wasn’t sure if it was him or not. The week passed by quickly and every night I masturbated thinking of Stan’s erection that he had when he saw me at sandbar and when I felt his cock grow as I held his arm and gave him a kiss.

I wanted that man with every fiber of my being. I don’t want to be a scared little high school girl anymore. This summer I will make Stan Wright mine. I felt flushed and a warm moistness grew in my vagina. I pulled my legs up, the soles of my feet flat on my bed. Splaying my legs open I look down between the valley of my breasts to the thick patch of blonde pubic hair between my legs.

My right hand drifted from my breast down across my flat stomach, through my pubic hair in search of my vagina. I ran my fingers over my vulva, my large labia already parted allowing my fingers to slide along my wet slit. Rubbing my pussy with my right hand as I grope my tits with my left brought such great pleasure.

As I stroke the lips of my pussy, I began to imagine Stan’s fingers caressing my womanhood. A moan escapes my lips as I feel Stan touch my clitoris. He gently rubs my little bean sending jolts of electricity through my body. I shudder as they course throughout me. I desperately want Stan’s big fingers inside of me.

Stan presses a finger between my labia until he stops. My hymen! I jerk my fingers out of the entrance to my vagina, reality rushing back to me. As much as I want to shove my fingers inside of me, to feel what it would be like to have him inside of me. I just can’t. I promised myself years ago that my virginity was his to take and his alone.

Sure it was stupid given that for years I couldn’t summon the courage to tell him that I loved him. Yet I kept my virginity intact for him, but now. Now, after last Wednesdays encounter I knew that the two of us would finally be together. I let my hand wander back between my legs, where I gathered some of my natural lubricant and began to rub my clit.

While maintaining some resemblance of self awareness, I once again imagined Stan’s fingers playing with my button. I closed my eyes. I could see his ruggedly handsome face looking up at me, reddish blonde hair of his beard framing his face. His short blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight and piercing blue eyes staring at me with nothing but the most heart warming love.

“Oh Stan!” I gasped. “Please, don’t stop!”

He would make circular motions on my clit and then change directions every ten seconds or so. Occasionally he would stop to give it a light carress, squeeze or a little tug. My hips would buck every now and then when Stan applied some extra pressure.

“Just like that Stan!” I encouraged him.

The look of enjoyment on his face as he pleasured me was intoxicating. My body was his, his own playground to do with as he wished. His smile turned into a big grin as I saw him start to lower his head closer to my mons. I could feel his breath upon the wetness between my legs.

His mouth parted and his tongue began to appear, it got closer and closer to my clitoris. Again his looks into my eyes.

“Do it Stan!” I beg. “Please!”

Instead of licking me. He quickly pulls away and rapidly rubs his fingers over clit.

“Yes!”

He continues his assault on me and then stops and flicks my bean with a finger.

“Oh God yes!”

He rubs and rubs my clit relentlessly.

“I’m gonna cum Stan!” I breathe heavily.

Like a possessed honey badger, he frantically toys with me until I cant take anymore. An intense orgasm rushes from my core outwards into my extremities.

“I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING STAN!” I shout as my thighs clamped down on my hand.

My body tenses and goes rigid. I stop breathing and fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids. A few moments later my body relaxes, I gasp for breath and go completely limp. I can feel my vagina contracting and expanding until it finally stops. My breathing slows and eventually I feel pure bliss.

“Who’s Stan?”

I bolt upright! My left arm instinctively covers my breasts and my right hand protects my vulva from peering eyes. All before opening my eyes, looking towards the sound of the voice that startled me. Quickly my eyes adjusted to the light once more, to see my older sister Megan standing in the doorway of our bathroom.

I sigh and relax, letting my arms fall to my sides. Megan was leaning against the door jam completely naked with the exception of a towel wrapped around her head keeping her hair up. She began to chuckle, her massive 36 Double D’s bouncing on her chest. Her tummy rippling like that of a belly dancer, with her legs slightly apart her large labia like mine stood out. Fully own display from her bare vulva.

I glared at her somewhat annoyingly until eventually she stopped laughing.

“So seriously,” she asked. “Who’s Stan? He sure got you worked up.”

“None of your business Megan!” I retorted.

“I think you made it my business along with the whole neighborhood when you shouted “I’m cumming Stan!” Megan pointed out as she looked to my open window.

I gasped as I realized what I had just done.

“Da, do you think anyone else heard? Did Mom and Dad here?” I questioned.

“Mom and Dad have already left for work so your in the clear there.” Megan answered, “But I can say with the utmost certainty that someone other than the two of us heard you scream out in orgasm.”

“Shit!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now.” She said to me as she walked into my room and climbed onto my bed. She sat down next to me and wrapped her arms around me. “Best thing to do is not to think about it and when you go outside act like nothing happened. That way no one will expect that it was you.”

She hugged me tight.

“Thanks Megs!” I said expressing my gratitude for her advice.

“Okay. Now with that crisis averted, tell your big sister about this Stan fellow.” My sister demanded.

“His name is Stan Wright. We went to school with each other, but he is a year ahead of me.” I told her.

“And?” She inquired.

“And I have been in love with him since elementary school.” I added.

“So why has he suddenly got you so excited?”

“Well, he showed up at the sandbar down at Murphy’s Pond last Wednesday.”

“Ohhh. Do tell. There is clearly more to this?” Megan pryed.

“You know How I always dressed in baggy clothes since junior high.” I stated.

“Yeah, so you could hide these gorgeous titties!” Megan exclaimed as she grabbed my breasts and gave them a squeeze.

“Megan!”

She let go and then lightly wrapped me in a hug again.

“Continue please Jules.”

“So Stan, has only seen the frumpy me. Until last Wednesday when he saw me in my swimsuit and well he had a reaction.” I explained.

“Ooooo my little sister’s sexy body gave dear old Stan a boner!” Megs declared. “Well done! Did you let him fuck you?”

“Megan! No!” I responded.

“Did you show him your bare boobies?” She asked.

“No! Nothing like that happened.” I stated. “We just talked and swam and had lunch together. Then he gave me a ride home and...”

“And what?”

“And before he left I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to me so that I could kiss him and thank him for a fun day.” I replied. “While I kissed him I felt his erection growing.”

“Who’d have thunk it!” Megan remarked, “My little sister, a cock-tease!”

My face got warm as I’m sure turned red. My sister let go of me and got up off my bed and headed back to her room through our shared bath.

“Why don’t you use the bathroom and get cleaned up and I’ll make us breakfast.” Megan suggested.

“Okay” I said as I climbed put of bed.

“Fruit salad and toast alright?” She asked.

“Sounds great.” I replied.

“Coffee or tea?”

“Tea please!”

“You got it.” My sister said as she turned to go to her room. She paused and looked over shoulder at me. “By the way, since you got a man on the hook. You might want to thick about cutting down that jungle you got there. Most men don’t want pubes in their meals while eating!”

I looked down at my hairy mons. I never gave it any thought before as I never expected to be in this scenario. I shave my legs and and upper thighs but never thought of shaving inside my panty line. My sisters door closed and then I entered the bathroom to relieve myself and take a shower.

After using the toilet, taking a shower and drying my hair; I put on a pair of light blue panties and head downstairs. It’s already so hot and Dad has gone to work so there’s no need to cover up the girls yet. When I get to the kitchen Megan is sitting at the table also topless.

I walk over to the counter were the tea pot is, I grab my mug that has Kyouko Hori and Izumi Miyamura holding hands on it from my favorite Shōnen Anime “Horimiya.” I pour tea into my mug dreaming of the romance that Hori and Miyamura have, it’s the type of romance that I want to have with Stan.

I pour some honey into my tea and then join my sister at the kitchen table. I sit down where Megan has placed a bowl of fresh fruit salad and a plate with two slices of lightly buttered toast. Using my spoon for the fruit salad I stir the honey into my tea before taking a sip.

The honey flavored Earl Grey tea warms my body. I learned when I was younger that drinking hot liquids in summer raises your body temperature making you feel cooler during the heat of the day.

I took a few bites of toast and then washed it down with some tea, before digging in to the fruit salad. Megan made sure to include my favorite fruit; kiwi, as well as melon, watermelon, apple, grapes, strawberries and blueberries. While eating my thoughts drifted back to last Wednesday and Stan’s reaction to me in my swimsuit.

I wonder if he will react the same way today? I wish I had another swimsuit, one that was more revealing. My one piece doesn’t show much skin, and I want Stan to see more of me. I want him to want me. I should go shopping for a couple of new suits, maybe a bikini or two.

“Hey Megs!”

“What’s up? My sister asked.

“Are you working tonight?”

“I’m afraid so.” She replied, “I should be home by quarter to ten though.”

“Oh. What about tomorrow?” I inquired hoping that she had the day off.

“Sorry Sis, I have an open to close shift tomorrow.” Megan answered.

“Okay. Maybe Sarah has tomorrow off.” I commented. It was hell not having a vehicle of my own and having to rely on others for rides. My parents offered to buy me an inexpensive reliable car, but I opted to save the money for college.

“I take it you want a ride somewhere?” She asked me.

“Yeah. I wanted to go to the mall.” I replied.

“Why don’t you ask Dad or Mom to take you over tonight.” My sister stated.

“I don’t really feel comfortable having them with me for what I want to get.” I said kind of sheepishly.

“Ohhh, what are you looking to buy?” Megs questioned me with quite the look of curiosity in her blue eyes.

“I ... I want a couple of new swimsuits so I can...” my voiced trailed off as I realized what I was about to say.

“So you can show off more of your sexy body to Stan?” She posed, essentially finishing my sentence for me.

“Ya-Yes!” I stammered slightly embarrassed. Even though I shouldn’t be with my sister.

“I see.” Megan said while her brow furrowed in thought. “I’d let you borrow one of mine, but I’m afraid they would be too big for you. Especially the tops.”

She was right. Her breasts were much bigger than mine. Her waist, hips and butt weren’t that much bigger than mine but any bottoms she had would probably be a little too loose on me.

“You should just order a bunch through Amazon and have them delivered!” Megan remarked.

“I would but I need to know what size I need first.” I answered. “One piece sizing is different from a two piece.”

“True. Don’t you have any other suits than the one you wore last week?” Megan asked.

“I might have one, a tankini. But it would be from junior high school, before my breasts grew.” I told her.

“Well, tankini tops are pretty long and if its a stretchy material it could work.” My sister noted. “What kind of bottom are they?”

“I think they were like boy short bottoms.”

“Hmmm ... finish you’re breakfast and lets go check it out.” Megan declared.

“Okay.” I agreed, even though I had my doubts that my old tankini would fit at all.

So Megan and I finished our breakfast and after doing the dishes we headed up back up stairs into my room. I looked in my closet for the suit but didn’t find it, so I proceeded to dig through my dresser. Three drawers later and a small mess on the floor I found it. The suit had solid red colored bottoms and the top was red with pink flowers.

“This is pretty!” My sister observed. “Try it on.”

I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and pushed them down over my hips bending over as I removed them.

“You know, you should get some new panties when you’re out shopping.” Megan said as I stood up and reached for the tankini top.

“Why? What’s wrong with what I’ve got?” I asked.

“Granny panties aren’t very sexy.” She then added, “if you want to keep your boyfriend excited when he gets your pants off, I’d suggest some thongs, g-strings or cheeky panties.”

“I probably should then shouldn’t I.”

“I would if I was you” Megan claimed.

I slipped my arms and head through the tankini top and began to pull it over my large breasts. I fought with the top and eventually won as I got it to finally cover my chest. What was a long top was now short as it stretched across my 34 C boobs. A top that was meant for coverage, covered very little now as the material ended just below my tits and there was quite a bit of cleavage poking out of the neck line.

“Wow!” Megs exclaimed. “That looks hot!”

“It’s very tight!” I remarked, as I looked at myself in my floor length mirror next my dresser.

“Try the bottoms!” My older sister demanded.

I grabbed the bottoms and bent over to put them on, as I did my top began sliding up. I quickly stood up yanking my bottoms up.

“My top slipped up when I bent over.” I mentioned while adjusting the boy short bottoms.

“That’s okay.” Megs stated. “Some underboob will drive Stan insane.”

“Oh.”

I then turned back to the mirror to see how I looked in the bottoms. They certainly didn’t look like boy shorts now as they were stretched quite tight over my hips and butt. Then I saw it. They bottoms were so tight that the suit clearly defined my vulva.

“Megs, I can’t wear these.” I declared pointing at my crotch, embarrassed at just the thought of wearing them in public. “It’s lewd!”

“Ooooo, Camel Toe!” Burst out of Megan’s mouth. “If your rack on display isn’t enough, that camel toe will get Stan hard as rock in seconds!”

“Really?”

“I guarantee it!” My sister proclaimed with a smile. “Trust me little sister, Stan will be drooling over you all day today!”

“You think so?”

“I know so!” She affirmed.

I looked back at myself in the mirror again. That frumpy girl I knew since junior high school was fading away, and before me stood a sexy young lady with curves that even a sports car would love.

“Jules, do you want a ride down to Murphy’s Pond?” Megan asked.

“When are you leaving?”

“In about a half hour.” My sister replied.

“Sure. I’d love one.” I confirmed. “Thanks Megs!”

“Not a problem Sis.” Megan claimed. “I’m sure Stan will ride you home. I mean give you a ride home.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.” Megan quipped. I just blushed in response.

Megan retired to her room chuckling, and I quickly found some loose running shorts to put over my tight bathing suit bottoms. Of course as I bent over my breasts started to break free from my top again. I tugged the top down and then grabbed one of cross country team shirts to wear.

Once I was covered, I grabbed my phone and headed out into the hallway where I grabbed my beach towel. From there I went to the kitchen and packaged some of the fruit salad to take with me as well as my favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I grabbed an ice tea and a bottle of water to throw in my cooler and I was off to the garage.

I got my paddle board and gear packed up in its back pack carry case and my other stuff in the large dry bag I have. I carried them out to Megan’s car along with my beach chair and waited for her to come out and unlock the car.

A few minutes later and we were on our way to Murphy’s Pond. We didn’t talk at all as Megan was blaring Taylor Swift through the speakers. We shared a lot of similarities, but not our taste in music. I preferred rock music like Disturbed, Fallout Boy, Imagine Dragons and Finger Eleven. Thankfully we arrived at Murphy’s pretty quickly and I was only subjected to five annoying Taylor Swift songs.

It took me about five minutes to inflate my paddle board and strap every down on it. I was reluctant to take off my shirt and shorts before paddling out to the sandbar. I was grateful that the public parking area for the pond and the location of the sandbar were on the least populated part of the pond.

That combined with it being a weekday, the people that lived in the houses were most likely at work and for the most part their houses were obscured by the foliage from all the trees. I didn’t really have to worry too much about anyone going to the sandbar either, since we live so close to the ocean and Southern Maine has plenty of sandy beaches most people my age go to the beach with friends.

I hadn’t paddled more than twenty feet from shore when my top began to ride up. I pulled it back down and paddled some more to the same effect. It was getting quite bothersome to stop and pull my top back into place every couple of strokes of the paddle. So I said ‘screw it’ to myself and just kept paddling.

Eventually my top popped up completely and my breasts were on full display as I paddled to the sandbar. The thought that someone could possibly be watching my bare breasts was turning me on. My nipples were quite hard and I could feel my bottoms getting wet. I struggled with the thrill and embarassment of it and somehow fought the urge to cover my boobs and not paddle faster than I was.

When I finally made it to the sandbar I quickly situated my belongings. Unpacking what needed to be unpacked and and made sure that my paddle board was staked into the sand so it wouldnt blow away. I sat down in my chair looking towards the parking area, waiting for Stan to show up.

My breasts were still exposed and I thought of just going completely topless, but decided against it and wrangled my tits back into my top. I felt satisfied yet disappointed to have my breasts covered again. Given time maybe I will be fine with more prolonged exposure.

I waited patiently for Stan to arrive. Every passing minute felt like an hour as I observed the parking area like a hawk. It was excruciating just sitting here, longing for the man I fell in love many years ago to show up. The man that I kissed for the first time just one week ago. The man whom I hope to spend the rest of my life with.

Finally I see Stan’s red pick-up pull off road onto the dirt shoulder of the public access. I’m so excited that I want to jump up and down in joy. From so far away it’s hard to see much detail, but I can see Stan getting out of his truck and then wave to me from shore. My heart skips a beat. I wave back knowing that he is just as happy to see me as I am to see him.

My joy increases ten fold when I see him run from his truck and dive into the water. He is swimming quickly, faster than he was when we left the sandbar last Wednesday. Occasionally he dips below the surface and all I can see is his bright orange dry bag that he is towing behind him.

I get antsy the closer he gets. I feel both sexy and shameful at the way I have dressed for him. I have second, third and fourth doubts about my choice in swim wear today. My mind flashes back to last week when he first saw me in my one piece and the resulting erection.

Then I flash to earlier this morning after I had just put on my swimsuit. When my sister told me that Stan would be drooling over me all day and then to me staring at myself in the mirror, realizing that I was sexy and had nothing to be ashamed of.

Tapping into that confidence I had earlier, I sat up a little straighter in my chair. I pushed my chest forward a bit, like I’m presenting my breasts for inspection. Then using all the courage I can summon, I spread my legs wide to give Stan an ample view of my vulva so tightly incased that I have a well defined camel toe.

My excitement builds the closer he gets to me, so much so that I hope the feeling that I am having between my legs is not resulting in a visible wet patch. I notice that I am breathing heavy and then I take some deep breaths to try and calm my breathing. I don’t want Stan to think that I am some lust filled lunatic, even though that is pretty much what I am at this moment.

Stan stood up as soon as he could touch bottom and began walking towards me. I watched his face as he checked me out, his jaw dropped and his eyes almost bugged out of his head when his gaze settled on my crotch. Absent-mindedly he continue to walk forward, not taking his eyes off me. As his waist cleared the water line it was evident that my choice in attire bore the desired effect.

Whether he was in shock or just didn’t care. His penis was standing straight out tenting his trunks. The material of his trunks clung to the head of his cock, showing its definition and it’s size. It was big, bigger than I expected. I gasped and must have startled him as he jumped and quickly placed his dry bag in front of his erection like last time.

“Is ... is that because of me?” I asked timidly.

“Ya-yes!” Stan stammered.

“Don’t hide it then,” I paused. “Please.”

Clearly perplexed or just plain stunned, Stan dropped the dry bag. It landed with a thud, Stan looked down over his erection at the bag. Slowly he moved his arms to his sides, his whole body stiffened and he shyly raised his head to look at me again.

“I’m ... I’m so sorry!” He trembled as he blurted out an apology.

“Sorry for what?” I questioned.

“For not controlling myself!” Stan exclaimed.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Well ... it’s just...” Stan tried to speak and then dropped his head.

“Stan, please look at me.” I stated, while wondering why someone as outgoing as Stan could be struggling. He once again looked up at me. “Look me in the eyes Stan and say what you want to say.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not?” I demanded.

“Because ... because I don’t want to offend you.” He responded shamefully.

“What if I told you that you could tell me whatever you wanted and I wouldn’t be offended.” I offered to him.

“Well ... are you sure?” Stan asked tentatively.

“Yes ... please tell me.”

‘You ... you ... you are incredibly hot!” He managed to blurt out and I felt myself flush. “I couldn’t believe that you were before me! Ya-you’re ta...”

“Don’t stop. Say exactly what you want to say.” I reassured Stan. “Please.”

“Ya-your tits look amazing and the cleavage, it’s bursting out of you’re top!” He exclaimed with the enthusiasm of a child. “And your bikini bottoms. They’re so tight. I can see the outline of your pussy! A camel toe! You’re so fucking sexy! You make me hard and horny!”

“Stan.”

“Ya-yes”

“I dressed this way for you!” I noted with a smile. “I wanted you to get hard and horny for me. It’s all I could think about since last week.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I answered. “Now please sit down next to me and don’t be nervous and don’t ever hide your erection from me ... it turns me on.”

“Oh, okay.” Stan replied as he looked into my eyes. I gave him a warm smile to let him now everything was fine. His body relaxed, except for his cock.

Stan moved with purpose as he took his beach towel out of his dry bag and laid out on the sand directly next to me. He quickly applied some spray sunscreen and sat down next to me, stretching his legs and leaning back on his hands into a reclining position. The tent in his swim trunks still standing tall.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it and I could feel the wetness pooling on my chair between my legs. I diverted my eyes long enough to see that Stan was trying not to stare at me but was failing. Again my attention went to his cloth covered erection and I found myself involuntarily reaching out for it. I caught myself and pulled my hand back.

“Da ... does it hurt being confined like that?” I inquired timidly.

“Ah ... a little, yeah.” Stan replied pensively.

I looked up at his face, into his eyes. “Can ... can I see it?”

“Well, uhhh.”

“You’ll feel better too right!” I practically insisted.

“Yeah. I guess so.” Stan sheepishly replied.

He leaned forward taking his weight of his arms. Once sitting up he reached into his swim trunks with his right hand and with his left he pulled the waist band away from his body. It was like he was moving in slow motion as he freed his penis.

The glans was red almost the same color of my areolas, maybe I could compare them sometime. As I had surmised from earlier, the head of his cock was huge and it looked like a mushroom or maybe a helmet. With more of his penis being exposed I was amazed at the size of it.

I could now make out it was really quite thick, like a bottle of Sparkling Ice water and maybe just as long. Stan moved the band of his trunks and placed them under his testicles which were equally as large. With his penis completely free he leaned back again and relaxed.