Chapter 1

Well, it wouldn't be long now, Heather thought. She pulled the towel out from around her and stood in front of the long mirror on the wall. To say she was stunning was an understatement. Long dark hair with a body perm spilled over her shoulders and half way down her back. Thick and full, as it brushed her skin, she could feel her arousal starting just from its feel on her back.

She had one of those body types that some would argue was too skinny, but slight was a better word. Her thinness did all the more to show off her very large, full breasts. High breasted, with nipples that stood out even when not aroused, tonight, they were beginning to extend at the mere thought of Janet coming over for the night. Her breasts were even more remarkable in that there was still not the slightest hint of sag, in spite of their size. Usually she dressed to tone down her shape, but tonight, she wanted Janet to notice her tits. God, did she ever want Janet.

She scanned down over a flat, hard belly to the dark, thick pubic hair that covered her cunt. It lay in a mat and she idly ran her fingers through it to pull it out to it's fullest. It was as thick as her hair and continued between her legs and when she walked without panties on, she could feel it brush between her legs and it always excited her.

God, everything excited her. Since she was fifteen years old, she found out that practically anything touching her skin was enough arouse her. The first time she had an orgasm was walking to high school with her first pair of pantyhose on. The friction between her legs as she walked on that cold winter day set her clit tingling. It rose, as it always did, and tried to poke out between her cunt lips but was stopped by the nylon fabric. Already wet, it rubbed gently against the fabric, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks each time a leg swung forward. At the end of three blocks, she was breathing hard and could feel her nipples tight against the bra strapping down her now swollen breasts. In the middle of the street, it hit her and she almost passed out as the orgasm started between her legs and passed up her body. She grabbed the light pole next to her just in time as a second orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear and realized what had just happened. And frankly, loved it! By the time she got to school, she had three more and had to go to the girls room to dry herself.

From that moment on, she had found that many things could bring her to orgasm. She experimented over every part of her body and spent many a night in her room while studying, rubbing this or that to see what effect it had. One night, as she wrote out a homework assignment, her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside her blouse and began rubbing her nipple. Since her breasts had begun to swell, her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit with an electric wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she came. That night, she wasn't really aware that she was feeling herself up until she stopped writing for a moment and realized she was hot and getting more worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her tit, the sparks began to fly and she began to grunt slightly as the waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved back and she pulled the blouse from her shoulders to expose her breasts to the coolness of the room. The other nipple hardened immediately and she traded hands and began pulling on both of the nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. This night they never stood any taller and were extended almost two inches, like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth. Her orgasm hit in a wave and passed through her cunt and belly. She slumped forward on the desk. As usual, the next day she got an A on the test. It never hurts to be fully relaxed! And was she ever.

Boys, well, they never noticed her much, amazingly. She was not a good dresser at this point in her life, not having any sisters for an example, and would never quite mastered makeup until college when a friend, Betty, who was a genus at it, showed her how to select what was right for her and how to put it on.

Betty, was quiet girl from a nice town somewhere in the mid-west who came to college to find a husband. Basically a plain person with a nice face and very slim figure, she was inexperienced, to say the least. While putting on makeup, they started talking about boys and sex and soon Heather discovered that Betty never masturbated. It was amazing to her. They worked on the makeup and soon Heather had to admit that the effect was pretty impressive. They were having such a good time that she suggested they share the room that night, since Heather's roommate had flunked out. Betty was enthusiastic and went to get some things. Heather left the makeup on and slipped on a French cut nighty that she had bought on a bet before she left home. It lifted her already jutting breasts even more and held them on a platform of sensuous lace. The nipples were just barely covered and were pushing at the material. Heather could feel her breath tighten as the door opened and Betty came back in.

She stood looking at Heather and said "God, you're beautiful. Stunning is the word."

Heather blushed at the compliment and went over to lock the door. Betty couldn't take her eyes off her.

A bottle of wine appeared and they began to take up where they had left off, talking about boys and sex. Particularly about sex. Betty changed into a two piece nighty with a G-string bottom. Her own slight figure had trouble filling the top.

Her bottom was tight and when she leaned over to pick up her clothes, a pink asshole presented itself to Heather, who had a sudden urge to lick it. She had never touched another girl there, but the urge was strong and surprised her.

Betty kept looking at Heather's breasts and finally said. "You've got the best boobs I've ever seen. The nipples are so red and long. The guys must be all over you on dates." She wet her lips as she said this.

"I rarely date. Most guys never notice me. I have trouble getting their attention and keep to myself pretty much." And beside, she thought, it's always the girls who get me hot and bothered anyway. I guess I'm bi, maybe even a lesbian. The thought wasn't disturbing to her. She just accepted that it was who she was. Her Mom and Dad had never said anything to her, other than she ought to get out more. She wondered if they knew. Of course they knew. Parents are either completely blind, or they don't miss a trick. Her's never missed anything, as she knew. Yes, they knew. God, Betty's ass looks good in that outfit.

The wine was disappearing and now Heather suddenly said. "I can't believe you've never masturbated."

"It's always scared me. I get all hot and start feeling like I need to make noises and then I get afraid that someone will hear and I just lay there until the feeling goes away. I just think about something else." Her eyes were on Heather's bushy cunt.

"Well, we're here alone and everyone else on the floor all around me either flunked out or is home for the weekend. Want to give it a try, I mean, just between friends? You can moan all you want!"

She moved over to Betty and sat next to her on the bunk. Betty just looked at her and finally her eyes fell to Heather's breasts.

"You can touch them if you want." Heather said softly.

Betty looked up, startled. "I..."

"It's OK. I've watched you looking at them all night. I wanted you to. You don't think its weird or anything to want to touch other people, do you? I certainly don't think it's wrong to get hot for someone once in a while."

Betty drank her wine, her eyes on Heathers protruding nipples, finally putting it down. "Would you show me how you masturbate?"

Heather was already doing it. A finger was slowly moving over her nipple, teasing it. It already was up three quarters of an inch and rising. Betty stared, her eyes round with amazement. A gently squeeze and pull and it was out past an inch.

"God, that's beautiful, and amazing. Mine are so small." She breathed, her eyes hard on the tit.

She moved a little closer and Heather began to stroke Betty's hair with her free hand. The nipple stretched further and poked out past the finger and thumb that were rolling it back and forth slowly. Her breathing was deepening and her lips were open. Her eyes were closing has the sensations washed over her. Betty moved her head down a little closer and Heather moved her head back and moaned softly.