Rose was lying peacefully in her bed when she felt the tingling between her legs. It had happened a few times recently when she was awake or asleep and it had begun to worry her a little. She didn't understand what was happening to her as it was a new feeling that she had never experienced before. She turned over onto her stomach and wriggled her hips, grinding the front of her abdomen into the mattress. Her nightdress was bunched between her legs and, as it rubbed against her. It felt so good. Instinctively, her hands went down there and she replaced the bunched-up fabric with her fingers. She pressed her fingers into the area and it temporarily relieved the tingling and replacing it with a new sensation. Soon she discovered that moving her fingers slowly felt even better and she was surprised to discover that, after a while, her fingers had become wet and slippery. What on earth was happening? Was she bleeding? She had only had a period a week ago!
She turned over onto her back and pulled back the bedclothes to see what was happening. She examined her finger and strained her neck forward to look between her legs but there was no sign of any blood. Feeling relieved, she relaxed and tried to go back to sleep, but the tingling started again and the only way she could get relief was to press and rub between her legs with her fingers.
This happened for a few nights until, one night, the tingling was more intense than usual and the need for relief more urgent. As usual, she pressed on the spot and rubbed it with her fingers. This time though, the pleasurable feeling mounted and mounted until she suddenly felt it building to something bigger. This had never happened to her before so she was worried that something may be wrong. But the feeling was so strong that she couldn't resist it and a few more strokes of her fingertips saw her arching her back and shuddering in ecstasy. The feeling was so satisfying that she soon fell asleep.
The next night she was lying in bed when the tingling started again. This time she knew exactly what to do to get some relief and she started to stroke the spot. It was a warm summer night and suddenly, she felt the urge to throw off the bedclothes and strip off her nightgown to lie there naked on her bed. She had never done this before and felt so guilty at being so exposed. But for some reason it felt so good and it heightened the pleasure she had unexpectedly learned to receive from her body. As her right hand rubbed the spot between her legs her left hand drifted toward the pink, puffy nipple of her left breast and she was surprised when it started to harden. She pinched it between her fingers and started to rub it in unison with her right hand. The feeling was so beautiful that she reached over to her right breast and pinched and rubbed the nipple there too. The feeling between her legs seemed amplified by the pleasure her nipples were receiving and she could feel things building toward the ecstasy she had come to expect. When it came, it was even more intense before and when the waves of pleasure eventually died away, she fell into a deep sleep still naked on her bed.
As she slept she dreamed that she had risen and left her naked body lying on the bed to observe it from some point high on the wall behind the bed head. She regarded the full breasts tipped with their rosy red nipples with interest and noted, probably for the first time ever, how much her body had changed since she was a child. The most obvious thing was the triangle of dark hair that had grown recently at the base of her abdomen as well as the width of her hips and the large, full breasts. No longer was her body straight up and down like a child's body, it now had a well-defined narrow waist between the full breasts and the wide curve of her hips. In short, she had become a woman.
Suddenly, she noticed that she was not alone in the room. There was a young man standing by the other end of the bed, and he too was naked. He didn't look up toward the bed head. His gaze was fixed on Rose's naked body on the bed. Rose opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She felt paralysed and could only watch and observe the naked young man in amazement.
His hair was golden blond and curly. His body was slim but well-muscled and its obvious masculinity contrasted strongly with the feminine form on the bed. His shoulders were broader than his waist and his hips. His firm pectoral muscles topped ripples of muscle down the front of his chest to a V shape from the sides of his narrow hips leading into golden curls at the base of his abdomen. This hair topped a long, thick penis ending in a wisp of skin which covered the end. Below this, a pair of balls, the size of chicken's eggs hung in a bag of skin. Rose's gaze continued down his slim but well-muscled thighs. She looked up and he caught her gaze and smiled. Rose felt crimson with embarrassment as she herself was naked and she had never seen an adult male naked before. The beauty of his naked form fascinated her and she could not take her eyes off him. She drank in every detail of his body concentrating naturally on the parts between his legs which were so different from what she had there.
Suddenly, she found herself back in her own body on the bed and tried to cover her naked body with the sheet. The young man caught the corner of the sheet and held it firm. His reassuring smile saying: "Don't be afraid, you are beautiful and I am here to help you."