First

FIRST

CHAPTER 1

I don’t know exactly how old I was, but I do remember that feeling. I was looking at the new, very cute boy that just moved in across the street and it was electric. I was boy crazy instantly. I was compelled to watch everything he did. I wanted to be closer, like nothing else mattered. That feeling, I later discovered, was my crazy sex drive. Not that I knowingly wanted real sex back then, but my body had a reaction to boys that created intense urges. I was actually rather shy.

My junior year, I turned 18. My family moved when I was little and I entered school a year late. My older brother Kevin and I were only 10 months apart, but he looked like a college guy and I looked like a kid. I was skinny all my life until about two years ago when my breasts started a major growth spurt.

Nearly every day after school, my brother would get with his friends, lock themselves in his room, and watch Internet porn while talking about girls. Listening at the door is how I learned about sex. I’d listen to every word and find out which girls they liked and wanted to have sex with. Some were even teachers and moms! I was careful to pick up on what they liked about girls and what things turned them on. I wanted to act like those girls. I wanted to get boys to notice me too.

Getting noticed had been difficult. I learned that flirting was what boys liked. Hair tossing, smiling, and pouting lips seemed to come up a lot. My body wasn’t so hot. My waist was hard and flat and my ass was small, but tight. My boobs were getting good though. As a junior, I had a full C-cup (fast to becoming a D). My skinny frame remained the same as my boobs grew, making them look even bigger. When you weigh under a hundred pounds and are pushing big boobs, boys begin to notice.

I was sexually charged 24 hours a day, but slow to follow through. I wanted every boy in the school for one reason or another. One because he was so handsome, one because he was so athletic, one because he was so smart, one because he was so awkward, one because he was cool. I even thought about some of the teachers because they were so confidant and easy to talk to. Even a few dads were on my to-do list. I have been masturbating for some years now and was very good at it.

On afternoon, I overheard my brother talking about how sexy nipples were, especially long ones that stuck out. Well, as luck would have it, I had that type of nipples, but was always hiding them. I had them strapped down by a compression type sports bra. So now, armed with my new found info on nipples, I experimented in front of the mirror without a bra. With just my blouse covering my boobs you could so see my nipples pushing out. And if I gave them a little squeeze they got even harder and longer. My boobs jiggled nicely without the bra. I had to give the no-bra thing a shot.

I called this nipple-flirting. The boys noticed. My inexperience came into play a few times before I caught on.