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The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness—a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
Julie Parker seemed to have plenty going for her. She was a straight A student with a college scholarship in her future. The family car was hers whenever she wanted to use it. There were no hassles with her parents like a lot of other teenagers had, and she was popular with the other kids at school.
Yet, despite these things, Julie was unhappy. For she did not have the approval of the one person who really counted—namely, herself.
The problem as Julie saw it was with her body. She hated being so skinny. All of her girlfriends had long since filled out, but her curves had still not developed to her satisfaction. She was certain this was why boys, though friendly to her in class, never asked her out.
It was a touchy subject for Julie, and she kept it to herself except when she was with Karen, her cousin and best friend. With Karen, she felt she could be honest.
“Maybe I ought to just go ahead and buy some falsies,” Julie said to her cousin one afternoon while the two of them were walking home from school.
Karen laughed. “Nothing advertises a flat chest, kiddo, like showing up all of a sudden with a set of tits you never had before.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Julie muttered. “So what do I do?”
“Relax,” Karen told her. “You’re not as bad off as you think.”
“Oh, sure,” Julie mocked herself. “I just look like a boy, that’s all.”
“You’ve got something no boy has,” Karen said. “The trouble is, you’re just not using it.” “I don’t understand.”
“Let me put it this way,” Karen chuckled. “Have you checked between your legs lately, Julie? There’s something down there you’d better stop ignoring if you want to get out of your rut.”
Julie reddened with embarrassment. She and Karen had been through thick and thin together, but, close as they were, and they had never done more than flirt with the subject of sex. Julie was a virgin and she assumed her cousin was also.
“Pussy,” Karen said bluntly. “Yes, I mean your pussy. Frankly, you act like you don’t have one.”
With the mention of the most private part of her young body, Julie felt a spasming tingle at the center of her crotch. When she pressed her thighs together, there was a warm squish.
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