Beth the slut - S01 E26

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Beth the slut - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

Introduction:

A young girl discovers her sexuality and that she loves cum

The next day, I was surprised to be approached by Leslie. I hadn't seen or talked to her since that day at John's house a couple of weeks ago. "Hi, Beth. Uh, I, uh, was wondering if we could get together to, uh, talk or something." Leslie finally sputtered out.

"Sure, Leslie. Do you want to get together at lunch today," I asked? "No," Leslie said, "I want to talk to you in private." I was wondering if she wanted to talk or wanted to try doing more than that. "Do you want to come home with me today," I asked? "I only live about four blocks from school and my parents work so I have the house to myself for at least a couple of hours." "That sounds good, Beth. I'll meet you after school."

When I saw Larry, I asked if he knew why Leslie wanted to meet with me. He didn't. He said Leslie hasn't even hung around the guys as much since that day at John's. I guess we really blew her mind or something. I figured I'd just find out after school.

Larry's pals were especially nice to me today. They kept thanking me for yesterday saying that was just the best day ever. I assured them it was an incredible day for me too, as I had really enjoyed the cum shower. Not to mention just being so naughty spreading my legs for a bunch of guys and showing off my vagina and clit. I get wet every time I think about what I did yesterday.

After school, I met Leslie outside and we started walking to my house. She didn't hardly say anything all the way home. Now, normally, as soon as I get home, I get naked, but I thought that might be too much, too soon for Leslie so I just took her into the living room to sit and talk. I went to the kitchen and got us a couple of cold drinks and sat back down next to her. "So, Leslie, what do you want to talk about? What I've been doing with the boys?" She hesitated like she was trying to figure out what to say. I guess she hadn't rehearsed in her mind what she wanted to say to me. "Yeah, I guess that's it. It's just that ever since you've been doing that... stuff with the guys, I've noticed changes in them. It's like they've matured or something. They're still the same nice, smart guys, but there's just something different about them and I

think it has to be because of you. Do you know what I mean,"

Leslie asked?

"I think I might," I answered. "I think that talking and being around another girl than just you and especially getting somewhat Intimate with me has kind of boosted their confidence. I think, maybe, they don't feel like quite the outcasts they used to. I mean, it's not like I'm miss popular or something so it's not the association with me exactly. I think they just feel like they might be able to talk to a girl without feeling like a dork. No offense, Leslie, but to them, you are one of the guys. They obviously know you're a girl, but you've never acted girlish or sexy around them so you were just one of them. Now I come around and let them see and touch my tits and I suck their dicks and suddenly they're dealing with the opposite sex for the first time. I've certainly seen them grow more confident around me. I mean, when I first started with them, they would hardly look at me even though they warited to. I had my tits out for them and they were acting like they had to sneak looks at me. I got them to relax and assured them it was okay to look at me and even touch me and eventually they did relax and started enjoying my company."

"Do you think I should do stuff like that with them? I've never let anyone see my body before. I'd never even thought about it, actually. But seeing you so relaxed and confident being half naked around them has had me thinking for the last couple of weeks."

"Leslie," I replied, "don't even think about getting naked or partially naked around them just because you think they'd like it. You should only do what you want to do. I do it because I really enjoy it. I was just like you a couple of months ago. Because of my small tits I thought I would die if someone actually saw them. It actually took an older man seeing me topless and telling me I looked good to not be so down on myself. And when I ended up giving that guy my first blow job, I realized how fun that was. I also realized that it empowered me. When a guy's dick is in your mouth, you have the power. You can easily hurt him and he knows it. But you also have the power to bring him to orgasm and make him feel really good. And the only thing better in life than having your own orgasm, is giving someone else an orgasm."

"I think you need to get comfortable in your own skin first. You have to have some confidence in yourself before you start getting naked for a guy. Have you ever been naked outside your room at home?" "Oh, no, Beth. I could never do that." Leslie said. "What if someone saw me?" "See, Leslie," I said, "that's exactly what I mean. You are worried about what someone would think when they see your naked body. I've never seen yours but it's not like you're overweight or have a weird shape or something. I bet you're perfectly lovely under those clothes. Don't you think you could walk around your house naked when your parents aren't home? Once you get used to that, you could walk past a window once in a while. Most likely no one will see you, but the fact someone might will get your heart racing. After a while, I bet you'll start hoping someone will catch a glimpse of you. You have to get to a point where you want to be seen. If you just took some clothes off in front of the boys right now, you'd die of embarrassment but the boys would most likely enjoy it. Then, you'd never do it again and it would have been for nothing. I would say you should get more comfortable with your body and start wearing some clothes that at least gives guys a hint of your body. Right now, what you wear is so loose fitting that no one can tell what your body's like. I'm sure that's been your intent up until now, but that's the first thing you need to change, if you want to change"

"I understand," she said. "I guess I'll just have to push myself and see if I can do it. It sounds like it could be fun, but it also sounds scary." "I'll tell you what," I said to Leslie, "why don't we start right now. How about we both get naked and just relax here in the house.

No one else is home. It's just us girls. There doesn't have to be any touching between us, if you don't want that. Let's just be naked. Frankly, this has been the longest I've been dressed inside this house in weeks. Usually, the first thing I do when I get home is to get naked." Leslie was clearly shocked. "You mean you walk around the house naked even when your parents are home?"

"Yeah, do. I just told them one day I was more comfortable being naked and they accepted It. Now love it. Come on, let's get

naked."

I stood up from the couch and I pulled my shirt aff over my head and I was topless in front of Leslie for the second time. "Beth, you don't wear a bra," Leslie asked? "No, used to but then decided why should I? I don't hardly have any tits so it's not like they need any support. So, the only reason for me to wear a bra is have a padded one to make it look like I have bigger tits. But imagine what would have happened if I'd been doing that and then the first time I took off my shirt and bra and Larry saw these little things? He would have been disappointed. Instead, when took off my shirt and he saw my tits, he didn't have any preconceived nation of how big they were and he just liked seeing tits. Unless I suddenly have a growth spurt, and get some big boobs, I don't think I'll ever wear a bra again. Come on, Leslie. Your turn. Take off your shirt"

Leslie was very hesitant. She finally pulled her shirt from out of her pants and began unbuttoning it. At first, I thought she was going to chicken out. She hesitated again at the point of pulling the shirt open and off. But she finally pulled the shirt off and stood in front of me in her bra. It was a plain, white bra but I could tell she must have some pretty decent tits. Certainly, bigger than mine, though that's not saying much. "Now, the bra, Leslie," I commanded. She reached behind her back and undid the hooks. She held the cups against her tits and took her arms out of the straps. "It's okay, Leslle. It's just me. Go ahead. Take it off." She finally pulled the bra down off her tits and wow! She has been hiding a very nice set of tits. The beginning of a rack. Her breasts were very full, not dixie cups like mine. They stood out proudly from her chest with no sag. I'd say they were a very full B-cup bordering on a small C. I wanted to suck them, but I didn't want to scare her away.