Stephanie Twist_(0)

STEPHANIE TWIST
CHAPTER 1
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“THIS SIDE OF NORMAL”



Growing up, Stephanie Twist always thought it was funny how very appropriate her last name was. One of her very first memories was a neighbor boy twice her age convincing her to give her very first blowjob. He pretty much taught her everything there was to know about sex before she was even seven years old.
He moved away about a year and a half later, but even though he had tried more than once, she remained a virgin. He had simply been too big, and she was too small. It hurt too much for her when he tried to put it in, and he had been worried someone might hear them.
As she got older, his name faded from her memory, but she never truely forgot him. How could she? What he had done to her affected everything in her life from that point on. It was pretty much inevitable. It was like sex had been implanted in her brain right next to her ABC’s. It was a part of her.
Most people have no idea what it’s like to go through childhood knowing way more than all the other children. It really didn’t take long to realize that it made her different from all the other kids on a very basic level. It turned her into a lonely, quiet child, and all that she ever really wanted was acceptance.
She wanted a friend to share her secrets.
Not an easy thing to do at such a tender age.
When they’re young, most boys think girls are gross, and all little girls want to do is play with dolls, and host fake tea parties. She tried to find a “friend” a few different times, but while the first boy she experimented with was curious, he lost interest quickly. She felt a little disappointed that he didn’t find her body more interesting than video games, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
She played around with another boy and his older sister briefly, but then one girl told her that she gross, and threatened to tell her mother. That was enough to scare her, and afterward, she tried to repress the urges the other kids didn’t seem to have. Of course that was easier said than done, and by the time she was twelve she had already become morose and moody.
Stephanie’s mother could tell that something was wrong, but no matter how much she tried, she just couldn’t seem to get to the heart of the matter. Eventually she became desperate enough to send her to a therapist, but Stephanie remained tight lipped, insisting that nothing was wrong. They knew that she was holding something back, but there was nothing they could do. She simply refused to talk about it. She wouldn’t even admit that there was a problem to talk about.
Instead of facing the truth, she begged and pleaded for almost two years before her mother finally relented. In the end, they were simply too poor, and she was paying too much for something that wasn’t working. Stephanie had alway been a very stubborn and willful child, and when she set her mind to something, there was simply no changing it.
That was around the time that boys finally started to get interested in girls, but the intenisity of her own urges actually frightened her. She wanted to have sex so baddly, she was worried about how baddly she might want it after she actually knew what it felt like. In the end, she decided to wait, and so she slowly cemented her place as a social outcast.
To say that she grew up to become a sexually frustrated teenager, is like saying that Ron Jeremy has a dick that isn’t small. A massive understatement if ever there was one. Sex was just about all she ever thought about, and she was already worried that she might be turning into a monster.
A sex monster.
By the time she turned fifteen, she was wound just about tight enough to snap. She was already addicted to porn, and she was masterbating anywhere from seven to twelve times a day. She was almost always horny, and she had gotten so used to rubbing herself that it was barely enough to take the edge off these days.
She was sorely temped to borrow her mother’s dildo, but she had refrained from penetrating herself because she didn’t want to break her own hymen. She knew it was stupid, but she just felt like that would be taking her own virginity, and she just wanted one thing in her life to happen normally.
She should have known better.
Stephanie just wasn’t a normal girl, and even then she was already beginning to realize that she never would be.
Being normal is over-rated anyway.



Everyone remembers their first real crush, and Stephanie’s was no different. A new girl named Phoebe moved to their school, and there was never anyone sitting next to Steph at lunch. She just st down and started talking, and some days Stephanie felt like she had never stopped.
She talked a lot, but Phoebe was very friendly and likable. She was warm, friendly, and so incredibly beautiful, inside and out, Stephanie found it impossible not to like her.
For Stephanie, it was love at first sight. It felt like she’d been sucker punched, and before she even realized what was happening they had become friends. Phoebe was almost infectious, and it wasn’t long before just thinking about her made Stephanie smile.
Stephanie’s mother instantly noticed the marked improvement in her mood, and she knew exactly what was going on. She really didn’t expect her secretive daughter to tell her anything, but she had to try anyway.
“Who is he?” She asked bluntly at dinner one night about a week after she met Phoebe.
“He who?” Stephanie almost jumped as she banished her daydreams to figure out what in the world her mother was talking about.
“I know that look,” Virginia chuckled. “You’re in love.”
Stephanie couldn’t help but blush, which only served to amuse her mother even further. Now she was absolutely positive that she was right, and there was no way she was backing off.
The problem was; On one hand; Steph didn’t want anyone to know. But on the other; She desperately wanted to tell someone. She didn’t dare tell Phoebe, and what she really wanted to do was sing it from the mountain tops.
“I’m not trying to be Mother Buttinski,” Virginia tried when Stephanie just stared at her. “It’s just that you’ve pretty much been acting like you’re walking on sunshine lately, and I’m curious to meet who it is that makes you feel that way.”
“You already have,” Stephanie felt like she had to force the words to come out, but she had already made her decision. Her mother had never been anything but patient and understanding, and even if she couldn’t bring herself to tell her everything, it was time to let her in. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and then just spit it out. “You met her when you were leaving for work, the day before yesterday.”
Stephanie actually felt like cringing as Virginia just stared at her, but it was too late to turn back now. “Her name is Phoebe.”
“She seemed like a nice… girl,” Virginia finally replied slowly.
“She is,” Stephanie admitted.
“So you’re… gay?” Virginia had a hard time making the word come out.
“I guess you would call me bi-sexual,” she replied meekly, almost as if she expected her mother to hit her. “I like boys… but I like girls too.”
“Are you…” Virginia wasn’t even sure she wanted to ask. “Are you sexually active?”
“No,” Stephanie actually almost laughed. “And I’m probably not going to be anytime soon. Phoebe has a crush on Brad. He’s on the football team with her big brother, and he’s just so dreamy.”
“So… She doesn’t even know how you feel, does she?” Virginia asked saddy.
“We’re friends,” Stephanie smiled with saddness in her eyes. “It doesn’t have to be more than that. I just… I like the way she makes me feel about myself, and she already does that every day. I wish I could tell her, but just I can’t.”
Stephanie was almost suprised when her mother just came over and gave her a big hug. There had been a distance growing between them for some time, and it seemed smaller now.
“Well, I’m glad you told me,” Virgina was just elated that Stephanie had finally opened up to her about something. “I hope you know you can tell me anything, baby. I love you, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
By the next summer, Stephanie and Phoebe were pretty much inseperable. It didn’t take long for Phoebe to realize that Stephanie was keeping things from her, but to her credit, she never pressed the issue. Steph was glad for that minor miracle, but she knew that a sweet, innocent girl like Phoebe would never guess the truth anyway.
At least, not until the night everything changed.
They had sleep-overs quite often, and Stephanie had developed a very bad habit. She would lie beside Phoebe at night, watching her sleep, and masturbate while she fantasized about her. The danger of getting caught was part of the thrill, but she certianly wasn’t prepared for it when it finally happened.
Phoebe was so beautiful. Her long black hair looked like silk fanned across her pillow, and her curves were already sinful for a girl who had just turned sixteen. All she ever slept in was an oversize t-shirt, and Stephanie was keenly aware that she was quite naked underneath.
That night, Stephanie knew that she was letting herself get a little too enthusiastic, but Phoebe was the type of person that could have slept through an earthquake. She was breathing hard and moaning as she neared orgasm, and she couldn’t have been more suprised when Phoebe suddenly rolled over an gave her a very strange look.
“What are you doing?”
Stephanie froze like a deer in headlights.
“Nothing,” she replied a little too quickly.
“Didn’t seem like nothing,” Phoebe told her seriously. “Were you… playing with yourself?”
“No,” she snorted and tried to dismiss the notion in a very unconvincing manner. “I wasn’t…”
“Yes, you were,” Stephanie felt decidedly uncomfortable as Phoebe stared at her, but she really wasn’t prepared for her next question. “What does it feel like?”
Stephanie opened her mouth, but for a moment, no sound would come out. “Haven’t you ever…”
“No,” Phoebe shook her head softly, and Stephanie loved her even more for being that innocent. “Does it really feel that good?”
“It feels even better when someone else does it for you,” she couldn’t even believe she said it. She knew that she could be putting their friendship on the line, but she also knew that she would never have a better moment to take her shot. “I could show you if you want.”
“Wouldn’t that be… gay?” Phoebe was obviously hesitant, and Stephanie was suddenly worried about the way her friend was looking at her.
“Pheobe,” Steph forced a chuckle as her mind whirled, trying to think of a way to backpedal. “With the way you constantly talk about Brad, I thought you liked boys.”
Stephanie was so scared, her heart was simply racing, and then she looked down and realized that her big, thick nipples were jutting through her shirt proudly. She crossed her arms instantly, and prayed that Phoebe didn’t notice her face flush with embarassment.
The last thing she wanted to do was alienate her only friend. Phoebe was the only thing that kept her sane most days, and she couldn’t stand the thought of losing her.
“Have you seen Brad without his shirt on?” Phoebe grinned at her.