1. Life: From Virginity to the Highest High and Lowest Low


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    My name is Elisabeth. I have been called Lizzy, Liz, Tomboy Liz and Beth. Probably other names behind my back. I am 5'8", weigh 130 pounds, am 24 years old and wear an A cup bra, when I wear one at all. People say I am slender, thin, lanky, slim, athletic and flat chested. My eyes are green with flecks of gold and my hair is light brown, hanging just below my shoulders. I am one of four children; two older brothers and one younger brother. You can imagine what life was like around them and why I was called a tomboy. Our family lived in various locations in the western U.S. as we grew up. My father’s career called for him to move more than any of us would have liked but he made good money, I think anyway; we were not privy to that information as we grew up. I love my family deeply. We all had, and have, good relationships with each other. The pre-teen and teen years were a bit difficult but that is to be expected. We were all into various sports, depending on the time of year; soccer to skiing. Like most boys, my brothers were into the usual male things (besides sports), cars, how things worked, taking things apart and hopefully getting them back together, exploring the world in general and then the big one, girls. Probably due somewhat to their influence and also my own natural inclinations, I was into the same type of things. I was never the frilly, dainty, delicate girl that played with dolls and read romance novels. This is not to say I was not interested and concerned ...
    about some female things, like boobs for instance. Sex came later. I remember when I first realized that not only was I the tallest girl in my class but I was one of only a few that had not yet started to show any boob development. I recall, somewhat tearfully, asking my mother what was wrong with me. I thought I detected a worried look on her face but she explained how we are all different and things happen at different times and speeds. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile, “Yours will begin to grow one day soon and turn out beautiful!” I accepted that as best as I could and life went on; me not developing while my classmates grew. It was not until I was sixteen that I finally began to notice a different feeling. They were starting to develop. I was thrilled! I was becoming a woman. More time passed. My nipples enlarged but while my friends were clearly developing a noticeable chest, I was flat. More crying to Mom. More explanations. “Remember we all have different bodies and different sizes. It is nothing to worry about. You are a beautiful young woman and it will make no difference in your physical development as a female.” But it made a big difference in my mind! During this time we had moved twice, so two different schools for all of us. I was always the tall, flat chested, athletic girl, and not very happy about it. I wanted to be ‘normal’. I wanted to be noticed like the boys were noticing other girls. I had always been somewhat shy. It was just my personality. I was ...
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