Author's note: Hello, fellow Literoticans! This story is a rewrite of The Beginning ch.01 - my very first story to Literotica in 2003. Events in my life prevented me from doing much writing in 2005. I am slowly getting back into this passion of mine and decided to begin by taking my earlier stories and rewriting them. I hope you enjoy it. Comments and votes are appreciated. ( xxxtra note- This story does not contain any lesbian activity but I have placed it in the category due to the events in later chapters. )
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Shirley's story...
Growing up, Shirley had always been a good girl in the eyes of her relatives and friends. She was sweet and caring. She helped anyone who needed it. She loved her family very much but she had a secret that she had to suppress as she grew up. A secret that she knew would hurt everyone around her if they knew. Her secret: she found that she liked women.
Coming from a very strict and religious family this was a taboo that was not to have been thought about, much less spoken of. So, she had kept quiet about her desires and proceeded to act interested in boys. The fact that her parents would not let her date during her high school years did not bother her, although she had complained about it many times so that her parents and girlfriends would think that she was "normal".
Sleepovers with her girlfriends, which were allowed, were a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she was able to see her friends in hardly any clothing. She knew many boys would be jealous if they had a clue as to how many naked breasts and pussies she had seen growing up. This same blessing was also the curse A curse because of the effect it had on her. Many times she would have to sneak into the bathroom and relieve the pressure.
Her parents finally allowed her to date during her senior year. She preferred to study but she had a great personality and people enjoyed being with her. She knew that she was attractive. She had long black hair that was perpetually kept in a pony tail. She stood at five foot one. However, she found that many of the guys were only interested in the size of her breasts, which were large for a girl her size. Large breasts were a trait that ran in her mother's family, she was once told.
She started dating a young boy named Brad. He was a tall, blonde hair, blue eyed hunk who most of the girls wanted to date. The "shameful secret" that she had lost her virginity to him was closely guarded and known only to her, him, her best friend, and the diary that she kept hidden in her room. She found that the sex that she shared with him was okay. Brad always attempted to leave her satisfied ( and was successful on a few occasions ) but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman.
Shirley's passion for sex began to dramatically increase the more she and Brad fucked. As a result of her growing passion, her interest in females also increased. After P.E. classes she would always find some reason to linger in the locker room just to watch the other young girls change their clothes. Just looking at the naked breasts would cause her to instantly become wet. The sighting of any other naked flesh would always cause Shirley to run to the bathroom and indulge in some "private time". These fantasies remained only dreams as Shirley hid behind her boundaries and continued to have sex with Brad whenever they could sneak away. Their relationship ended after graduation when he chose an out of state college.
The day those boundaries began to crumble started only a few weeks after she began college. She had worked hard on her grades and was able to get a scholarship that would allow her to use her savings on a small apartment at the edge of campus. Her parents did not like the idea of their "young, innocent" daughter living so close to the college but she had just turned eighteen and they were proud of her hard work, so they wished her luck. Of course, they made sure to warn her about boys, alcohol, boys, drugs, boys, studying, boys, partying, and of course... boys. Shirley had listened to them , hoping and praying that boys would not be a problem.
As school began, Shirley began to establish her daily routine of getting up, going to school, coming home, studying, going to sleep. Her parents could have saved the lecture she thought as she stared at the pages of her literature book. With the school work and tests, she had not had time to make any new friends.
"Can you give me a hand?"
Shirley looked up from her book, and simply stared at the gorgeous young woman standing in the doorway:
Long blond hair.
A few inches taller than herself.
Golden brown skin.
Thin waist.
Big breasts.
Tight white t-shirt.
Very short mini skirt.
Nancy.
Her new roommate.
Shirley really didn't need a roommate. Her savings account more than covered the rent on the apartment for the next few years. However, a fellow classmate in her Chemistry class, Gina, had mentioned that she knew of a student who was in need of a place to stay. Shirley's parents had raised her to help others so, she contacted Nancy to offer her a room. Shirley made sure to set a very low price and then they agreed to meet and discuss the apartment.
They had arranged to meet at a local coffee shop. Shirley had tried to remain calm and strong during that initial discussion but she was so turned on by Nancy that the conversation became a blur. Nancy had shown up, on time, wearing a bikini top and a small skirt. She had gone to the beach and had done some tanning, Nancy had explained and the effect of the small bikini barely holding up a pair of large breasts caused Shirley to be very distracted. After a few hours of talking and trying not to glare at the naked flesh before her, Shirley offered her the room and Nancy accepted.
Nancy cleared her throat and Shirley realized that she had been staring into space, lost in the memory.
"I'm sorry to just pop in," Nancy apologized. "I knocked and got no answer. I found that the door was unlocked."
