I love that you let me play in your undies drawer. I love picking out some little soft and silky wisp of panty to slip on your body. I warm it with my...breath, feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at your feet. Your legs are crossed. I hold out your panties. You let me slip them over your feet, your legs come uncrossed, I slip them up your ankles, trying not to let you know that I am trying so hard to look between your legs as I work the panties up to your knees. You look at me and smirk. I. I certainly didn't need to shave my face. There wasn't even any fuzz there.Looking at my reflection, I wondered what was wrong with me. Here I was, fifteen, and it was like puberty was only a distant dream of the future for me. My voice hadn't broken yet, I had no adam's apple, I was still mostly hairless, and Marcia was taller than I was - I even had slightly smaller feet! When my mom took me to the doctor six months ago he'd said there was nothing to worry about, that it would all happen in. “Mmm, this is going to be wild.” Then she darted off, her round breasts bouncing.Starr popped her mouth off my dick. “Oh, my god, that makes my pussy so wet, Becky. You have got to fuck me. Our players can't be the only ones getting cheerleader pussy right now. And the Duck cheerleaders can't be the only ones getting dick right now.”I smiled at her, my pussy clenching around her fingers wiggling inside of me. “Get down on your hands and knees. I want to watch the fun while I fuck you.”“Yes!”. The only thing I wore of my own were my gym shoes. Then she told me to gooutside! I had never left the house when I was dressed, afraid of what mybuddies would say, and it wasn't any different then, but mom held thedoor open, and I was ushered outside to face the world as Mary, the girlI had become. As I stepped outside my worst possible nightmare came truewhen Tom came riding into the driveway on his bike. At first he didn'tknow me, then I saw the look of recognition on his face."Holy Cow!" he.