Growing Up
My mom was 5'10" and had a nice figure. One older sister was tall and well developed bust. At 18 I was 5'8" and had 34C, almost D breasts. I knew they were nice and I'd long ago gotten over the awkward part that most girls seem to experience. Boys older than me liked to talk to me and I think wanted to touch. Men tried not to notice, but did obviously notice how well I was shaped. I'd also discovered the good tingling that I experienced when I played with my boobs...first in the shower and then later any time I was alone and lonesome. In my bed I touched myself some almost every night.
Feeling myself like that was just normal I thought. My best friend was a little older than me but was developing at about the same time. Our first periods were only three months apart and we'd compared busts more than once. A few times she had felt mine because they were bigger than hers. That was OK with me and was a bit different feeling that just when I did it alone. I'd felt hers too and they were softer than mine, and not as big, but nice to feel them. We both enjoyed feeling each other and saw nothing wrong with it.
Feeling myself between my legs was a whole different level of...adventure. I did not feel it was dirty or naughty to do that, but surely more private than playing with my breasts. I'd done it enough to know that at times a really good feeling would develop but I always stopped because it seemed like something was going to happen and that kind of...scared me. That all changed one summer afternoon after we graduated from high school.