I still remember it all so clearly, no matter how many days or years it has been since then. On that first night it happened to me I told myself to keep it a secret; mostly due to fear then, but now, well, I don’t know. I just knew that I couldn’t keep it all in my mind anymore so I decided to write all of my memories of it into a special diary. Maybe it would be useful later, maybe not.

After the night of my first encounter, the days and following weeks seemed uneventful. Even with it still fresh on my mind I did my best to focus on my schoolwork. My mom still thought I had been masturbating that night or exploring my body, however she put it. I knew some stuff about sex and all that, but I didn’t feel like having that conversation with her just yet. Would she even believe me if I told her what actually happened? Would I even be able to tell her? The feeling of the tightness around my throat was a constant reminder to keep it my secret.

With a month having passed by I found myself more focused on life again, though it was mostly just school for me. Then it came to that time again. I felt the cramps in my stomach and soon after the flow of my period. It was my second one and already I hated it. I assume most girls do though. With that happening and my focus on maintaining my 4.0 grade average, I had all but let that night slip from my thoughts.

After the cramps were finished and my monthly visit over, I felt rather peppy and cheerful. When I got home from school that day, I sat down with my mom and had the talk with her. It was a little weird and awkward, but she explained to me about sex and how it’s done safely. She went over the whole condom thing and how I should wait until I find the right person. Masturbation came up again as well. All in all the conversation went better than I thought. She gave me and tight hug and told me she loved me no matter what, which ended the conversation that most young people dread having and I’m sure most parents too.

That night I showered and dressed into my pajamas and watched some tv in bed. As I started to fall asleep I reached for the controller and turned it off. My dreams were pleasant. I was out with my best friend Rachel, just walking through the mall. It was a normal kind of social dream, at least for me. We continued to walk until I felt a sudden hand on my shoulder. It turned me around to face a man, but I couldn’t really make out his face. He started to kiss on my mouth and before I could do anything his hands ripped my shirt right down the middle. I instantly woke and sat right up, feeling my heart beating in my chest like crazy.

My covers were all at the foot of the bed and I was completely naked. I had left my door opened partly every night since that last time, including tonight, but now it was closed. Before I could get out of bed, I felt hands on both of my shoulders pushing me lay back down. I was pinned against the bed again, just like last time. I saw the imprints of fingers form against my breasts, moving about and feeling them. Then the sucking started again. My pink, hard nipples being sucked against the empty air. I could feel it causing tension in my chest, like a pulsating warmth. The feeling made me shiver and I moaned very softly. The flesh of my breasts started to slowly grow out, forming into shapely mounds. They still weren’t that big, but now they could easily be grabbed by a hand. Just then, both of my hands were forced to move, one moving to breast and the other moved down between my legs.

My hand squeezed my breast and rolled my nipple between my fingers. My other hand slipped a finger inside of me, wetting it and slowly moving back to my clit. Unlike last time, my fingers started to move quickly, sending a sudden and strong sensation through my body. It caused me to moan out and I shivered more. While I couldn’t help but to rub my own clit, I felt my legs being spread open. After several intense minutes of rubbing myself, I was able to stop. My arms were gently moved and pinned down again, while my legs remained open.

I looked at my door, hoping my mom would come in again, but everything seemed quiet out in the hall. A few moments went by with nothing happening until I felt a warmth cover my clit, then it felt like it was being licked. I couldn’t sit up to see, but I could feel it; the licking and sucking. It just seemed to continue and continue, only increasing in urgency as it made me shiver and moan. In my center I could feel a sensation building, almost like an itch being scratched over and over again, but with no pain. It was a warm, tingle at first that seemed to grow and once it reached it certain point, it sky rocketed and I had no idea what was happening.

There was an explosion inside of me and my body shook all over and tensed up. I remember trying to grip at the bed with my fingers and my toes curling up. Goose bumps covered my skin and my hips lifted into the air from the bed. It all crashed through my body and mind so suddenly that it felt like forever in an instant. Of course I know now that I had experienced my very first orgasm. I was free to move around again and I sat up slowly, looking over my slightly damp body, with two curved boobs curving outward from my chest now and capped with rock hard nipples. Between my legs the bed was wet and so was I. I touched over my breasts and even my vagina where my wetness quickly latched onto my fingers. I don’t know why, but I brought that finger to my mouth and tasted myself again. My body seemed to relax now and I managed to get up long enough to clean up some before putting my pajamas back on.

When morning came, I once again got up to look in the mirror. I was expecting everything to be back to normal like last time. My fingers quickly undid the buttons on my top and I pulled it open to look. My normal soft, puffy nipples were instead still erect. My breasts were quite as large as last night, but were still bigger than before. I reached to rub a nipple to try and mellow it out, but instead I got a sharp sensation in return that seemed to move right down to my clit. I tried to touch the other one next and once more a ripple of pleasure coursed right to my clit, making my legs shaky.

For the first time since trying it on, I took out my training bra and put it on. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my nipples under my shirt otherwise. It was hard to concentrate at school and to this day I don’t even know how I managed to get by. As soon as I got back home I went right to my room to check on my boobs. They were still hard and I avoided touching them this time.

As I thought about it I realized that my mom hadn’t interrupted this time. Whatever the ghost was trying to do last month seemed to work this time. While I kept looking at myself in the mirror, I undressed to look over the rest of my body. I turned and looked at my backside and then back around, doing a small circle. I felt over myself gently with my hands, feeling my soft skin while I watched my reflection in the mirror. There was something satisfying about it that made me continue.

Before long I moved my hand up, running it over my smooth skin until I reached my breast. I touched a fingertip upon my hard nipple and just like this morning it shot a wave down to my clit. It made me shiver and then I touched the other. I kept touching them, sending those pleasing little waves through my body while my free hand dipped between my legs. My eyes watched my reflection the entire time mimicking ever motion I made. Soon my hand was quite busy between my leg and I used my other hand to lean against the mirror now as I masturbated. I moved closer and closer to my reflection until I touched my nipple to the glass. Even further I leaned in and gave my reflection a soft kiss as I closed my eyes.

I opened them again as I stepped back a little, feeling myself getting close to that climax that I felt last night. The warmth grew again until it exploded, sending me into a shaky ball of pleasure. I felt my thighs becoming wetter and wetter as my orgasm held me. I looked down at the mirror, a little scared that I had made myself bleed, but instead I found my wetness intensely squirting from me. No matter how much I tried to hold back, those several spurts splattered down my thighs.

I went and got a towel to clean up the mess I made, both on myself and on the floor, doing my best to dry it. Before getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and saw that my nipples were soft again. I touched each one, finding that they were back to their puffy form and it didn’t send a jolt through my body anymore. Once I finished cleaning up I went to take a shower and afterwards I started on my homework. I stopped to have dinner and finished the last bit of work after eating. Eventually I made my way into bed and to sleep.

The rest of the week was uneventful and on the weekend I went to the mall with my friend Rachel. She was more developed physically than I was and we were the same age, just a month off. She was a blonde and a little taller than me and her breasts were already B cups. It had been almost a year since she started wearing a bra and since she had experience with it, she was going to help me. Most other teens probably had their mom help with this stuff, but I felt more comfortable doing it with Rachel since we talked about everything since elementary school.

We picked out a few A cup bras and took them to the fitting room. I slipped out of my shirt and started to look at the bras. This was a new experience for me; I had never thought about buying bras before and definitely not trying them on. Before I could think too much on it, my thought was interrupted by Rachel.

“Looks like someone is cold.” She said with a giggle, her eyes looking slightly down at my boobs.

“Huh?” I responded, unsure of what she meant at first.

I looked down too and saw that my nipples were fully hard again. Just looking at them started to make me a little wet between my legs. Then Rachel casually reached up and pinched them both, which nearly made my legs give out as that pleasure rapidly made its way through my body and down to my clit. I fought back a moan with all of my power.

“You have really nice nipples.” She complimented me with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry so much if they don’t really big.”

“Yeah… thanks.” I said back to her and smiled too, my brain too distracted by the throbbing started between my legs now to say much else.

I tried on each bra, carefully avoiding much contact with my nipples while Rachel hooked them in the back for me. They all seemed to fit to my liking so I dressed back up and we went to buy them. Before leaving the mall, I stopped into the restroom since it was about a 20 minute walk back home. As I sat in the stall, I wasn’t even sure why I had gone in there. I really didn’t need to go that bad, but something in the back of my mind wanted to come in here.

With seemingly nothing else better to do while I tried to go, I pulled my shirt up and looked at my boobs. I couldn’t resist touching my nipples anymore and I started to play with them. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. As I teased them, I felt a wetness against my skin, right between my breasts, then it moved down like a tongue licking me. It went quickly and the warmth closed over my clit. That invisible mouth started to suck and lick my clit while my legs were pressured into spreading out more. I couldn’t stand having this thing touching me like this, but it felt so good. My fingers continued to play with my nipples while I was sucked on.

Soon I felt that warmth in the pit of my body starting to build and I knew that soon I would have that heavenly feeling again. I started to rock my hips some as I got closer and closer, but before I finished I heard Rachel calling me.

“Comon Amber, you’ve been in here forever. What are you doing?”

I could hear her walking toward the stall and even with her getting closer, the teasing on my clit didn’t stop. I was really close to finishing and instead of that mouth going to faster, it slowed down some. With Rachel almost to the stall, I reached my hand to try and finish myself only to have my hands pinned to my sides. Then something grabbed my hair and tugged my head back some.

“I’ll be right out! I had to go.. you know.” I managed to yell out to her just before she got to my stall.

“Really Amber? You couldn’t wait until you got home? Jeez. Fine, I’ll be right outside.”

I felt some relief as she started to leave and that was quickly replaced by the pain of being pulled up to my feet by my hair. I stumbled forward a little and caught myself with my hands on the door. My hips were tugged back some and then a hard smack landed on my butt. I winced some and winced again as another hit me on the other side. Everything stopped for a moment and I felt my body tingle and go numb.

A few minutes later, a warm tingle crawled over my skin and my hands moved on their own to unlock the stall. Then my whole body moved on its own as I walked out and to the mirror. I undressed without any control before sitting sideways on the sink counter. To my luck or to my misfortune, no one seemed to be in the bathroom with me. My hand moved down between my legs, with my middle and ring fingers slipping into my pussy, while my thumb pressed on my clit. My hand fingered me vigorously and quickly regained my arousal from a few minutes ago. Instead of it continuing, it stopped again and suddenly I was back in control.

My first thought was to quickly get dressed and run out of the bathroom, but instead I watched my reflection in the mirror, my nude body on display with my fingers inside of me. I started to move my fingers again, bringing it back up to speed. The sound of my fingers sliding in and out echoed in the bathroom. I’m not sure how long I took, but I eventually reach that feeling and once again I watched as several spurts of my wetness shot out over the sink and floor. Before getting dressed I leaned and kissed myself on the mirror, then hurried to meet back up with Rachel.