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"Uncomfortably Immature" ~oafish
part 1
The note in my hand read:
_'Well, she's at it again. Not paying any attention, humming
and talking to herself, completely unprepared in her lessons and her
actions are again disrupting class discipline...'_
I glanced up at the skinny little thing hovering in my doorway. She
was self-consciously looking at her feet and her uniform seemed a couple
sizes too large as she kind of 'scrunched' within herself. Elbows at
her sides, her rounded shoulders pulled forward, little fingers
nervously fiddling and twinning about themselves in front of her skirt,
she was stooped forward affording me the view of the part in her dirty
blonde hair.
_'...The other children spend their time whispering, passing notes
and secretly laughing at her behind her back. She can't seem to sit
still for a minute...'_
I addressed the little waif, "Close the door and come sit down Lucy,
while I finish reading this."
_'...Please, try to get to the bottom of this. It's not like
her. It's been going on for weeks now and it's affecting the quality of
everybody's work.'_
"Yes, M'm...," she mumbled, as, still head down, she quietly perched on
the edge of the chair across the desk from me, not even aware that her
hands were wringing in her lap. Knees held tightly together, I heard
her snuffle as she squirmed, uncomfortably, in her chair.
"Lucy, this is another complaint about your classroom behavior," I told
the 4th grader. "It appears that your studies are still slipping even
though you promised to try harder. I've seen your past work, Lucy,
and I know that you are a bright, good student... that is, until
recently. Now, it seems that the other kids are being affected by you as
well. Maybe you can tell me, in your own words... just what is going
on?"
"I... I don't know... oh, it's lot's of stuff... but, it doesn't make
any sense! I... I, uh... like school... um... like studying, I mean.
But, if I start to do one thing... something else goes wrong. I start
just fine... but then... I'm thinking of 'stuff' and hearing the other
kids... and... I don't know... It's just that I can't control the
'stuff' going through my head. I want to... I try, but the 'stuff'
comes right back... and the kids start looking at me... an' I keep
looking back at 'em... I try to ignore it... but when I look at 'em, I
know that they know... and I can't help looking... and kinda wondering.
And when I try to think of something else... the wondering just comes...
again... like always, and I feel 'stuff'... 'n want 'stuff'... and I
know shouldn't... and I want to study, but I keep looking 'n wondering
'n thinking about doing 'stuff'... and... and I know if my Grandma finds
out what I'm thinking... and if... Oh! I just don't know!... I like
being smart!... learning is fun! But, I can't think of anything
else... you know... 'cept doin' ...'stuff'!"
"_'Stuff'_?" I asked. "I'm not sure I understand, Lucy, about this
'stuff'... and 'wondering'? What does it have to do with your
problems in class?"
Her knees had been slowly rubbing up and down under her skirt causing it
to ride up her glossy little thighs and her hands were forcefully jammed
into her lap when she suddenly stopped... dead still! A steel-blue
flicker of a glance from beneath her hair showed me red-rimmed and
tearful eyes, and a magnficient blush rose out of her white blouse to
hotly flood her face as her lower lip trembled!
"I've seen the other girls... um... you know... reach under their skirts
and... and sometimes even disappear to giggle and hide with the boys...
and I hear them get called names... and they sometimes say things about
doin' 'stuff'... and... and I don't want to be like that... but I can't
stop thinking about it... and wondering!" she blurted as she squirmed in
her chair with tears running down her hotly embarassed cheeks!
"Lucy, you're eight years old, and I think you are telling me that you
are noticing boys and getting feelings in your body for the first time.
Honey... I think you are beginning to grow up... and what you mean by
'stuff', is that you are having thoughts about sex... am I right?"
"But Granma says it's WRONG! It's not natural for little girls to
think about such things. And... and it's a SIN to think about my body
and doin' 'stuff'. That's only for after you're all grown-up and get
married... and then *only* to get babies! And I'm so bad... just a
sinful little girl who can't help but think about it all day! And I'm
turning into some sort of a freak! I'm all sore... and itchy...
and... and... turning ugly... and... ohhhhhhh!..." her voice trailed off
in a self-conscious little moan.
It was obvious that at eight years old Lucy was already beginning to
change. It was also obvious that living with her Grandmother hadn't
helped her with any kind of preparation or understanding. All she was
getting thrown at her at home were the concepts of 'guilt', 'sin' and
'denial'! Being shut-up in this 'repressive' school didn't seem to be
helping much either! Especially since she was a studious girl, with
no experience in rebellion or sneaky manipulation that seemed to be
second nature with most of her peers.
"Calm yourself, Lucy... Easy now... I think I understand what the
difficulty is. And, with some guidance, we can get you through this
problem and back to being a happy, studious girl."
"Oh, please! Can you help me Sister?"
"I'll try, Dear... But you're going to have to help me... trust me.
I'm going to ask you some hard, uncomfortable questions to get to the
bottom of all this; and I need you to answer me with *complete*
honesty. All the details. Don't hold anything back. There is
nothing 'wrong' with you... You are not a 'bad' girl, just confused."
"Unn..." she hesitated, "I'll try."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, M'am."
"Do you ever look at yourself naked? ...remember, complete honesty!
..I'm trying to help you."
"Unnn... yes, m'am... sometimes..."
"Well? Tell me what you see..."
"I'm getting taller...and my arms are getting real long, like my legs...
and... well, my butt's kinda growing too..."
"And...? What more do you see when you are looking at yourself with
no clothes on? ...Come-on Lucy, everything!... complete honesty now, I
need to know how you see yourself." I cajoled the blushing, embarrassed
little girl.
"Well... my ribs are showing more... and my, my nipples sorta poke
out... bigger than last year," Her eyes were closed as she remembered.
"And my hip-bones are poking out... and... un... I'm getting kinda
puffy... down there..." her voice faded into a whisper.
"_'Down there'_... meaning your vagina? And is that where this 'itch'
is?" I prodded her. "Tell me about that... and the changes in your
nipples." God help me, but she looked so cute in her eyes-closed,
obviously embarrassed confusion as she unconsciously scrubbed her knees
up and down!
"Y-es M'... it... it makes me want to... touch it! My nipples get all
'pokey' 'n hard... and they hurt! ...'n my 'gina' gets real pink... and
I know it's *wrong* to feel this way, but I can't stop!" She was
biting her lower lip in frustration!
"VA-gina, dear... Does your Grandmother know you look at yourself?
..And what has she had to say about that?"
"She... she caught me once... and she got really angry! She told me I
was an *ugly, sinful, creature* and spanked me real hard! But even
though it hurt... I kinda liked it! What's wrong with me Sister?" her
tear stained little face blubbered at me.
"Your Grandmother has her reasons for feeling the way she does, Lucy.
They are no longer good reasons, like they were when she was a little
girl... times change, but she hasn't. She's trying to protect you
from growing up in the only way she knows how. These days, it's been
found that knowing what's happening to your body, understanding it, and
being able to make *informed* choices is a much better way for a young
girl to really protect herself; rather than the old way of pretending
that nature isn't real. Has anyone else seen you naked, Lucy?"
"NO, M'am! ...NEVER!" she said, totally shocked.
"It's time we remedied that, and get you over these horrible feelings of
ugliness and wrongness! There's no reason for you to be embarrassed.
Clothing is just another human invention to protect us from the weather.
There is nothing 'sinful' about the human body! In fact, you should
be proud to be growing up! Stand up now... and step up onto your
chair," I told her as I moved around my desk to give her a hand for
balance.
Carefully, with a look of wonder on her face, she stood up onto her
chair. Mentioning that even though it was after school, I didn't
think an intrusion would be appropriate, I came around my desk, locked
my office door, and once again, took her slim fingers in mine.
"Now... up onto my desk, Lucy. We can pretend that it's 'center stage',
and that you are the star," I said matter-of-factly while my other
supporting hand gently cupped her butt under her skirt... and lifted in
encouragement.
Her little questioning look, and the squeak of "Sister?", was acompanied
by an enticing little flash of white cotton panties as she stepped from
her chair-seat onto my desk. She turned to face me. I noticed that
one of her knobby little knees had a scrape on it, as my perusal passed
up the shadow of her thighs to traverse her slim uniformed lankyness to
catch and hold her transfixed 'deer-in-the-spotlight' eyes.
There was a confused hesitation when I told her that we'd start with the
blouse. Her eyes kind of bugged in disbelief when I explained that I
was going to show her that she had a beauty that she could be proud
of... for afterall, "God made us all in the perfection of His image,
didn't he?"
"Here, let me help you get started," was my off-hand comment as I
reached up and began to unbutton the top of her blouse. "Come on,
Lucy, you can help."
Lucy's slim, fumbling fingers quickly finished the unbuttoning. And
as I slipped it from the smoothness of her boney little-girl shoulders,
it fell to hang from the waist of her skirt with her hands still in her
sleeves. The tiny puffs of her nipples were very apparent straining
against her thin, singlet undershirt. As I saw the excited throbbing
at the base of her throat I had the thought, 'Seminary was never like
this!'
Gently touching her cotton covered buds, I heard her gasp, as I asked,
"This is the soreness you spoke of?"
Lucy only shyly nodded. I pulled her blouse and singlet free from the
skirt's waistband and as her hands came free, told her to take the
singlet off so that I could see the source of her pain. She looked at
me a moment before those slim fingers took hold of the hem and lith arms
lifted the shirt over her head as she arched her back. The skinny-girl
ribcage was topped by precious little strawberries! My fingertips
graced Lucy's armpits to float down her ribs and carefully hold the
slimness of her waist. Her hands went to my shoulders as I pulled
her to me and gently placed a little, tender, sucking kiss on each of
those precious little buds.
"Firm and fevered," I told her, "just as perfect, sweet, young buds
should be! Now then, let's unfasten the skirt."
As it slipped from her slim hips to casade to my desktop, Lucy was left
standing before me, clad only in her Mary-Jane shoes, anklet socks and
cotton panties. She was reflexively assuming her modest
round-shouldered, bent-knee stance as she tremblingly sought to avoid my
eyes. One hand was semi-floating by the crotch of her panties while
the other hand held her shoulder in an automatic attempt to hide her
chest. Graceful, immature curves were beginning to soften her stick
figure. Everything was in a state of youthful smoothness infused by a
healthy roseyness that was half self-consciousness... and half
excitement.
"You are an absolutely lovely girl, Lucy, whose body is beginning the
path to womanhood. You are nothing less than a Perfection of
Creation... with nothing to be embarassed or ashamed about. Lift your
chin, girl! Stand tall and proud! Put your hands on your hips and
look at me... openly! Yes... you are a beauty. You are innocence...
perfect in the glorious, mysterious transformation that is taking place
within you! Now skin those obscene panties off the wonderousness of
your butt and let us have the full view of all your exquisiteness! Be
proud of your body, girl! Your vagina too!"
"Am... am I really? ...I mean ...'beautiful'?" she honestly asked in
amazement as her thumbs wormed under the elastic of her panties.
"Yes... you ARE!" I replied as I watched her lowering drawers catch in
the crease of her developing sex. As the flushed bloom of her
hairless labia filled my eyes, I reached for the round firmness of her
muscled little buttocks, and squeezing, told her to turn and look in the
mirror on the wall by the side of my desk.
We stood there, gazing at her reflection. My head was at her hip, my
hand across her back held the other boney protuberance of her pelvis.
As we openly and curiously gawked at the little mirrored nymph before
our eyes, my free hand slowly slid up the smoothness of her leg. Over
her knee, my fingers slowly stroking up and spreading the tender flesh
of Lucy's inner thigh, I saw the reflection of myself make first contact
with the soft heat of her crotch. I felt her quivering dampness and
quietly asked...
"Lucy? ...Do you masturbate?"
Trembling at my touch, yet knees spreading as my fingertip softly
stroked a fat little lip, she stammered.... "Mas... master...?... oh,
you mean rub my 'itch'? ...Un, yeah... when all that 'stuff' is going
on. B-but it doesn't make it stop! Sometimes it makes it 'itch'
worse... but... yeah... sometimes. ...Ohhhhh-hhhoooo!" as I stroked
back up on the other lip!
I could see goosebumps on her arms and legs as I continued my soft
stroking of the outside of her labia. She was biting her lip and
twitching a little. My other hand firmly held one globe of her firm,
young buttocks while I continued to trace the oulines of her mons and
labia. I could feel the growing heat as I asked her to tell me about
her 'rubbing'.
"When do you do it? At home? In school? In bed at night?
Remember, Lucy... 'complete honesty', so I can help you get through this
problem. I need you to tell me everything about it." I asked as I saw
a flush creep across her mons.
"It's like a fever, or something... and the 'itch' comes on something
fierce! And I've just *gotta* rub the 'itch'! Sometime it sorta
makes me relax... but sometimes it makes me kinda... like pee my pants a
little... It feels good, but I remember Granma says that that's bad, so
I stop... but it itches more! I rub at home at night.. and sometimes
when I take a bath... and sometimes in the bathroom at school... and...
ummmMMMmmm!...." she exclaimed, as a fingertip stroked into the warmth
of her split!
"It's not your fault, Lucy, but it doesn't sound like you've been doing
a very good job of attacking that 'itch'. Come sit on the edge of the
desk and I'll help you find a better way."
She was trembling as she lowered her hard, little butt toward my
desk. I sat in my chair and listened to her mumble. Her eyes were
half-glazed in non-comprehension as she spoke of...
"Granma's going to be mad... The kids'll laugh and tease me even more...
What are the teachers going to say...!?" Yet, as she squatted before me,
the skinny, little eight-year-old's knees were invitingly open.
With one hand on her knee, I teasingly fondled the soft, succulent flesh
of her inner thigh! Fingertips kneading, and ever-so-slowly crawling
towards her crotch, I watched the girl's puffy, excited lips damply
separate, exposing the gleaming bright-pink of her tenderness! My
gaze moved up over the folds of her belly to take in the little rocks of
tiny, sore, growing nipples. Past the quivering of her chin, the
wide-open amazement of her mouth and flaring of her nostrils, my eyes
looked deeply into hers.
"These are 'private lessons' about growing up. I would never tell
another soul, Lucy. These times are 'private'; not for the kids,
teachers, your Grandmother, ...or anyone else to hear about! And I
expect *you* to respect that privacy as well!" I flatly stated as my
fingertips found and separated the moist petals of her vagina, and with
a sudden flaring of her nostrils, her mouth and eyes closed as her head
went back!
"Let's see if I can relieve some of that tormenting 'itch'. Lean back
on your elbows, Lucy." I instructed as I spead hers knees a bit further
and drew a fingertip through the honey that was accumulating at the apex
of her heat.
Her head back, on her elbows and the balls of her feet, Lucy's pelvis
bounced in a little twitch when my finger first invaded the sanctity of
her hotly glowing little hole!
"Ohhhhh... Ss-iss-te-er!"
In, just to the first knuckle, then with a little stir... back out to
stroke up to barely touch the hood of her underdeveloped clitoris...
slowly back down to gently prod and stir again... and up again... and
again... and once again, (a little deeper)... Up, between strokes, to
more firmly bump the growing protuberance! Her hips were moving in
anticipation... hungrily seeking more of my finger. The smell of her
exploding hormones engulfed my senses as her lubrication ran down my
finger to drip off my knuckles onto my desk!
"Ohhh...OHHHhhhh... UMMMMMMmmmm!"
Pelvis shaking, Lucy's knees were stretched wide! My hands travelled
under her to squeeze her sweating buns as I quickly dove between her
legs to suck that red, hot, little clitoris between my pursed lips! She
squawked in surprize! Her feet shot off of the desk! My hands
clutched that little contorting pelvis to me as I speared her quaking,
vocanically spewing, hunger with my tongue!
Wide-spread legs shaking with pent-up emotion, little virgin muscles
rippling on my tongue, knees boxing my ears, my nose snorting against
her clitoris, I watched her little-girl belly knot as she vibrated and
slobbered into momentary unconsciousness!
I eased her down onto the desk and slowly lapped up the smooth
perfection of her trembling belly to plant a few wet, little kisses on
her nipples. As her eyes fluttered open, I just coyly sucked her
lower lip and smiled at her wonderment.
"Better? Hmmm? That's lesson #1.... Here we go Lucy, let me help you
dress. I'll expect you after school tomorrow... for lesson #2."