Chapter 1

Growing Up

16 November 2019

Little bumps.

That’s how it started with me. A distinct noticeable swelling of my boobs. And wow ... the nipples suddenly became almost painfully sensitive.

Mum bought me a trainer bra almost immediately. I found putting it on every day made me feel really grown up, and the material – even though it was just cotton – made my nipples stand up.

Then there was down below. I noticed a difference in my usual discharge. It became thicker, whiter, and smelled musky. I grew a patch of darker, more noticeable hair, and although it was nothing like a full-on bush, it was certainly different from my previously bald vulva.

And then there were the feelings.

I found I loved tracing my fingers over my boobs and nipples. It not only made them tingle, but also started me tingling between my legs. I discovered that lying on my bed with my legs open was a thrill, and sometimes, I would plant my feet close to my bum and let my knees flop apart. I always imagined this was how Mum lay when she was having sex, and it made me tingle all the more.

Tingling leads to touching, right? So I would tease my little A-cup boobs, and stroke myself over my panties. Then one day I slipped my hand under the elastic and found that I felt wet and slick to the touch. I wasn’t brave enough to push a finger inside me (I’d heard from friends it could hurt and you might bleed) but I found my clit! Yay!

Playing with my little hard nub made me arch my back as the feeling grew quickly in intensity. It felt like I was approaching something, but it also felt like I would wet myself, so to begin with, I would stop when the feeling got too intense.

Of course, I talked to other girls. I’m sure there was some crap going on. Some of my friends said they had went all the way with boys. One girl confessed she had done it ‘by accident’ with her own brother. But a girl I really knew well and trusted told me, when we were alone, that she had done exactly what I’d done. She said she had felt this amazing feeling, but got scared that she would pee.

This is what she said: “Then one day, I just thought fuck this. I put a few towels on the bed just in case. I still had my panties on and I got to the point where I usually stop, but this time I carried on. The feeling seemed to level out and I was really disappointed. Then I got cross with it and actually tried to pee – then it happened! I came! I didn’t pee but, oh Anna, the feeling just kept going!”

With this in mind, that night, I went to the bathroom first and peed, then I did what my friend did. I brought towels, put them on my bed and took my panties off. I felt really slutty lying there with my knees apart and in my head I imagined a cute boy I knew looking at me. I felt the feeling coming and like my friend I tried to pee. I knew I wouldn’t because I had just been to the bathroom.

I can’t describe the feeling! I felt contractions, wave after wave of contractions. They started deep in my tummy, and I felt my bumhole contract too. I remember thinking dirty words to myself like fuck ... cunt ... spunk. Anything I knew that was rude, anything I knew was crude. It really helped.

When I’d finished, I felt different somehow. Like I’d taken a step forward to adult life.

From that day, masturbation became a daily thing for me. I even did it when I had my period. Somehow, I felt even more horny then.

I also learned something about the power of my body. I saw boys taking an interest. I knew they tried to see down my top or up my skirt, and by the time I was fourteen, I really played to the crowd. I would sit with my knees apart and watch out the corner of my eye as boys or teachers looked at my panties. Knowing that it was only my underwear that was between my vulva and them made me wet and tingly.