Cocks, Dicks, that's their new designation, last year it was, Willies, and Pee-Pees, little girls amusing appendages, but now our periods have started... all of a sudden we are women, and a cock is something of a mystery and a bit of something on the side, up our assess, or a good shagging.The week after my first menstruation, I overheard mother tell daddy I needed to be moved into another room of my own, perhaps the attic could be converted, she was apparently referring to my sexuality, being a. She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her legs slightly as I put my hand up her skirt. I rubbed her ample thighs and as I got higher up her legs I could feel her slightly sweaty, sticky inner thighs. I was rock hard by this time and Angela was rubbing the front of my trousers. I was in heaven as I reached her pussy. She was wearing open crutch knickers which allowed easy access to her freshly shaved pussy lips and her stiff clit. I rubbed her bud and slid a couple of fingers into her moist. I looked more closely and saw why she didn’t button the jacket. Her boobs were too big for it to be buttoned up. Her buttons of her shirt strained against the sheer size of them. I couldn’t see her bra underneath so I supposed she was wearing a white bra; totally understandable given the circumstances. We wouldn’t want any of the boys in class to get any ideas or any special girls if you know what I mean but that is a story for another time.It seemed that I was the only that noticed the teacher. Anger welled up in histhroat. How the hell was he going to change a tire in this mess?And then he saw the flat left front tire. It had to be deliberate; ithad to be Pete. He opened the door, got into the car, and broke down andcried.He'd been sobbing for a while when he heard a gentle tapping on thedriver's side window, which had fogged over. His first thought was thatit was Pete, come to finish him off. He glanced around for something touse as a weapon, but found nothing, and he meekly opened.