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 Archive name: enjoy.txt (b+g, voy, exhib, ff, mf)
 Authors name: Lisa & Sharon (bymsap@aol.com)
 Story title : I Enjoy Being a Girl
 Date: 4/10/99

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 I Enjoy Being a Girl (b+/g, m/f)
 By
 Lisa and Sharon


	Angie stood in front of her full-length bedroom
 mirror and studied the attractive young woman in the
 red dress who stood before her.  She didn't look any
 different from the way she had this morning, but be-
 tween then and now Angie had graduated from high
 school!

	Never again would it be mindless homework and
 which teacher was currently being an asshole and why.
 But regardless of her status in life, Angie still en-
 joyed looking at herself in the mirror.  Especially
 with her new red dress on, the one she had bought
 especially for the party Mommy and Daddy had given her
 this evening.

	Her best friend and cousin, Annie, had told her
 she looked just like the lady on the TV commercial, the
 "lady in red" one.  Sleek and sexy!  Though it seemed
 egotistical, Angie had to agree with Annie.  The dress
 did generate a fair bit of energy on its own, and on
 her the effect was positively overwhelming.  Her long
 brown hair swept and shimmered as it flowed over her
 shoulders and down her back.  Her C cup breasts nicely
 filled out the dress with just the right amount of
 cleavage.  Her long, smooth legs looked so inviting as
 they streamed forth from the dress's skirt that gave
 just the right amount of flair when she turned
 abruptly.

	Angie appreciated the way her firm young woman's
 body was displayed to advantage in the sexy red wrap-
 per.  Of course Angie appreciated the way her lush
 young body displayed to advantage even without adorn-
 ment of any sort.  For Angie, the only thing better
 than studying herself in something sexy, was studying
 herself wearing nothing at all!

	After studying herself from multiple angles,
 Angie reached around to the zipper of her dress.  In
 a moment, the dress was slipping off her shoulders and
 down her long legs to form a puddle by her feet.

	Angie resumed her contemplation of her magnifi-
 cent, high school graduate body in the mirror.  The
 matching bra and panty set, the same flashing red as
 her dress, looked fantastic on her.  The bra cupped and
 cradled her full, rounded C cup breasts.  They thrust
 forward proudly as though inviting one to reach out and
 touch them.  Her hips swelled gracefully around the
 banding embrace of the panties.  A slight shadowing at
 her juncture hinted at the tufted crop of pussy fur
 encased within.  

	After a few moments of appropriate contemplation
 Angie's hands reached behind her back and released the
 clasp of her bra.  In a very coquettish manner, with
 her left hand cupping and covering her right breast,
 and her boobies 'appropriately' covered, her right hand
 held her brassiere out at arms length and let it drop
 to the floor.

	Her hands, after teasingly covering her ripe
 young breasts, moved upward until her fingers raked
 through her hair.  She twisted enticingly as her
 fingers combed upward and outward through her long
 thick brown hair.  Her breasts were brought into even
 greater erotic display as her hips undulated and her
 torso twisted.

	Was there ever a female as intensely erotic as
 she?  Were there ever breasts and full and round and
 voluptuous?  Was there ever a mons as inviting to male
 adoration? Probably yes. But certainly Angie's luscious
 body ranked in there among the best!

	Still slowly oscillating her luscious body,
 Angie slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her
 panties and slowly slid them down her long luscious
 legs to the point where they could continue their
 southward migration on their own.  Angie stepped out
 of the panties leaving them in the middle of the puddle
 created by her red dress and continued to study her now
 totally naked form in the mirror.

	God her body was delicious!  Pert brown nipples
 stood firmly erect atop her firm round breasts.  Her
 aureola capped her firm luscious breasts with pert dark
 circles enticing one's lips to seal over them and suck.
 Her smooth soft abdomen tapered gracefully to her Venus
 delta capped by soft wiry girl fur.

	Totally content in her desirability as a woman
 and her utter sexual appeal, Angie sauntered into her
 bathroom for a long hot shower.

	With a final posturing and display in front of
 the bathroom mirror, Angie stepped into the shower and
 let the hot spurting water play over her breasts.

	As the water pounded against her scalp, Angie
 cupped her full ripe breasts in her hands.  It wasn't
 so long ago that these heavy breasts were nothing but
 hard little bumps under her nipples with little else
 to proclaim their future glory. It was about that time
 that Angie first learned the power of her femaleness.

	She was just on the threshold of adolescence,
 her future glorious breasts announcing themselves as
 uncomfortably hard nubbins beneath her nipples. Though
 her delta was still baby soft and smooth, occasionally
 twinges of sexual tension would ripple through her
 virgin folds.  

	It was on a warm summer Saturday afternoon when
 she had observed Billy and Johnny, her two best play-
 mates in the world, disappear into a crudely construct-
 ed 'clubhouse' in Billy's backyard. Four other boys
 were with them.

	Angie approached the door of the structure only
 to be rebuffed by Steve, the oldest of the boys.  "You
 can't play here!" he announced.  "You have to have a
 cock to play here!  This is the Cock Club!"  "And," he
 added,  "You don't have one!"

	Angie's Aunt Jane discovered Angie sobbing in
 her room.  After a bit of calming and soothing, Aunt
 Jane managed to uncover the basis of Angie's distress
 through her sobs.

	"Oh darling," Aunt Jane said.  "I know it is
 little comfort to you right now when you feel hurt and
 rejected, but know that in a very short time those
 cocks that those boys consider oh so important right
 now will be far less important than something that YOU
 have!"

	Angie sniffled and wiped away a tear and looked
 up at her Aunt Jane.  "What's that?" she sniffled.

	"Honey," Aunt Jane began.  "You know that little
 girls are made differently from little boys. Especially
 down between their legs.  And when little boys are
 little, they think that the little extra thing dangling
 down there makes them special and important.  But in a
 few years, as their bodies start to change and grow up,
 and your body starts to change and you grow up, then
 they will discover that what YOU have is infinitely
 more interesting than what they have.

	Your breasts will grow and your special girl
 place will mature.  Then they will fall all over them-
 selves trying to impress you or get you interested in
 them.  And in trying to see or touch those special
 parts of you they will do almost anything!

	If you learn how to do it, you will be able to
 have any boy doing almost anything for you!"

	Aunt Jane left her with those words, and it was
 as though a sudden brilliant light went on for Angie.
 What Aunt Jane had told her was true!  Even she, in her
 nubile innocence, knew that the big boys were always
 asking girls to go out with them.  Girls only had to
 look pretty and sexy and boys would take them places
 and spend their money on them.

	She suddenly realized that being female WAS
 special!  And just as significant, being female was
 powerful!

	Angie dried her tears and returned to the boys'
 clubhouse.  Through the gaps in the wooden door, she
 could see that their "Cock Club" was just that!  One
 after another the boys would stand up in front on the
 group, say something "nasty" whether it was the name
 for a body part or some physical action, pull down
 their pants, and expose themselves to the group.  

	Angie took a deep breath, then pulled the door
 of the clubhouse open and marched inside.  Steve
 spouted, "I told you that you can't be here.  You don't
 have a cock and this is the Cock Club!"

	Angie smiled sweetly at him and announced to
 the group, "I just came by to tell all of you that I
 don't want to be in your stupid club!  I don't have a
 cock and I'm glad. I have something lots more special!"

	With that she thrust her thumbs into the waist-
 band of her shorts and panties and quickly pushed them
 down to mid-thigh.  After a second of wiggling her
 pelvis at the awestruck boys, she pulled her clothes
 back into place and announced, "See!  I have something
 that you don't have and it's even better than your
 stupid cocks!"

	The boys were dumbstruck.  None of them had ever
 seen a female's apparatus before and they were amazed.
 As Angie started to turn to leave, Billy jumped up.

	"Hey Angie, don't leave." he said.  "You know,
 maybe you would like, you know, to hang out with us
 awhile."

	"I don't think so," she said and again turning
 to leave.  Suddenly Johnny jumped up, "I'll give you a
 dollar if you pull your pants down again!"  

	The offer struck a responsive chord in Angie and
 she turned and stared at the group.  They were all
 staring at her eagerly.  Without stopping to think
 about what was going on, Angie told him, "OK.  Give me
 the dollar."

	With the dollar safely tucked into her shorts
 pocket, Angie stood before the group of eager boys.
 Again she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her
 shorts and panties and quickly whisked them down to
 mid-thigh.  A quick wiggle of her body and the shorts
 and panties were back in place.

	For the boys this was a thousand times better
 than saying dirty words and exposing themselves to
 other boys.

	With her garments back in place Angie just stood
 there looking at the six boys.  With a little shrug,
 she turned and started to leave again.

	Suddenly Kenny piped up.  "Angie.  I'll give you
 another dollar if you take off all your clothes!"

	Angie looked him square in the face. "A dollar?"
 she asked.  "Five dollars!" she stated.  "From each of
 you!"

	The amount was a fortune to each of the boys,
 but the alternative, that of Angie leaving and them
 never to see a girl up close again, was totally unac-
 ceptable.

	"OK," they announced, and proceeded to collect
 their funds.  "One more thing," Angie interjected. "If
 I have to take my clothes off, all of you have to too!"

	"OK," they muttered as they handed over their
 collective fortune and stood about uncomfortably. "You
 guys first." Angie announced.

	The boys were none to certain about this turn of
 events, but each was too afraid of getting Angie upset
 and losing their look at a girl's thing to do anything
 about it.

	T-shirts, shorts and jeans began to be discarded
 in a very matter of fact manner as the boys strove to
 comply with Angie's condition.  Soon all six boys were
 standing around naked, their little winkies dangling in
 front of them.

	Angie looked from boy to boy staring not at
 their faces but at their cocks. Each one was different!
 Some were longer, some shorter.  Some were thinner,
 some thicker.  Some had blunt, taut skinned heads with
 little slits in the end; others had that end covered
 with skin that tapered gracefully to a tip.  Angie knew
 that girls were not all exactly the same, but she had
 no idea that boys could be THAT different from each
 other.

	Her understanding of female differences stemmed
 from a day a couple of years back when her cousin Annie
 was sleeping over.  They had been sent off to bed with
 orders to take a bath before tucking themselves in.

	They were probably much to old for joint bathing
 but since they were cousins it seemed innocent enough.
 After sudsing and shampooing and splashing, the two
 girls started tickling.  The intimate contact resulting
 from their horseplay soon became mutual curiosity.

	The tickles became touches of discovery.
 Intrigued with their sex play, the girls quickly dried
 off and ran to bed so that Angie's Mom would think them
 asleep.

	Once Angie's Mom had ascertained that the girls
 were in fact 'asleep,' they turned on the nightlight
 and threw back the covers.  Now their sex play recom-
 menced in earnest.  

	In short order they discovered that while they
 were both girls, they looked different 'down there.'
 After quickly settling into what they would in later
 years know as a '69' position, Angie and Annie each
 commenced to explore her cousin's girlish goodies.
 They discovered that Angie had a single tight little
 slit separating her pouty fleshy mons.  Annie's mons
 were not as full, and her slit, instead of being a
 single tight crease, was broader and had something at
 the top.  Whatever that thing was, they soon discovered
 that it made Annie feel real nice when it was rubbed.

	After a bit of study and exploration, they
 discovered that Angie too had a spot that felt very
 nice when touched, but that hers was hidden between
 the fleshy folds of her girl thing.  They both dis-
 covered that they enjoyed exploring the other's body,
 and having the other explore her own.

	Stroking and touching the length of each other's
 slit, they both soon became aware of the intensely
 pleasurable sensations that this mutual exploration was
 generating. Their mutual genital inspection revealed
 that inside the little slit, in addition to their
 urethras, there was another hole.

	After each had explored these newfound trea-
 sures, little Angie reversed direction and the two
 little girls settled together each with their right
 leg firmly between the thighs of her cousin.

	Each girl's thigh pressed up tightly against her
 cousin's hairless little quim.  Firmly grasping hold of
 the other's tight little butt for leverage and desper-
 ately humping against each other's leg, their motions
 became quicker and firmer as the two little girls soon
 experienced the wonderful pulsations of their first
 orgasms.

	They settled down to sleep soon after, nestled
 in each other's arms and each with more questions
 raised than had been answered.

	So while Angie had long since accepted the fact
 that every girl was a little different, she had no idea
 that boys could be as different from each other as they
 were.  Especially once the artificial influence of
 circumcision was applied.

	With the six boys squatting eagerly in front of
 her, Angie took the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and
 deftly pulled the shirt off over her head.  Staring
 defiantly at the boys, she once again hooked her thumbs
 into the waistband of her shorts and panties, but this
 time instead of halting at mid-thigh Angie swept the
 garments all the way down and off.

	With a look of confidence that reflected none of
 her inner nervousness, Angie stood facing the boys, her
 feet planted firmly apart and her hands on her hips,
 the magic of young naked body on total display.

	The boys were still a few years away from com-
 pletely understanding the multiple delights and pos-
 sibilities a naked female offered, and yet nature is
 not to be denied.

	As though connected to a single trigger, the six
 assorted little peckers all rose to the horizontal as
 one in homage to the lovely young lady exposing herself
 to them.

	If Angie was previously surprised by the varia-
 tions in male appendages, she was now absolutely in
 awe!  That those flaccid little tubes of flesh could
 get so much bigger and harder was incredible!

	For the boys, the sight in front of them was
 equally amazing.  Angie's brief flashes earlier were
 enough to spark curiosity and give a hint of the fasci-
 nating little body contained within those pink shorts
 and top.  To have her all naked now though was great!
 It was now possible to study her at length.  Though
 each of the boys knew that girls were different, and
 some had even seen a baby sister during a diaper
 change, this was something altogether different.

	Of course girls didn't have cocks to pee with,
 but just what did they have?  The little slit at the
 base of Angie's tummy did nothing to answer that
 question.  Was that slit down between her legs like the
 little slit at the tip of their peckers?  

	Finally Jimmy could not stand that uncertainty
 any longer and blurted, "Angie, what do girls pee
 with?"

	His fellows nodded dumb agreement with his
 question to which Angie replied, "There's a little
 hole where the pee comes out."

	"But we can't see it!" they all whined.

	Angie sat on a box in front of the group of boys
 and spread her little legs wide apart.  The boys were
 amazed at how the little slit that started at Angie's
 front went all the way down between her legs to where
 the little lips flanking the slit merged into the
 cheeks of her bum and little pussy slit became butt
 crack.

	Each boy was by now firmly grasping his rigid
 little stiffie and stroking and pumping it as they
 watched mesmerized by Angie as she carefully placed her
 hands on each side of her slit and gently pulled the
 lips of her little quim apart.  "See!" she said.

	The boys jostled each other for a better view.
 Angie was so pink down there.  And sure enough, there
 was a little pee hole there.  But even more fascinating
 was a larger hole just beyond the pee hole.  It was a
 delicate flower of an opening.

	"What's that for?" Johnny asked wide-eyed.

	"That's where babies come out." Angie instruct-
 ed, her own education having progressed considerably
 since her first night of discovery with Annie.

	The boys were fascinated by Angie's special
 place, and the stroking of their cocks had assumed a
 faster pace as they, totally without self-conscience,
 masturbated in front of each other and Angie.

	Some of the boys were still a bit too young to
 achieve more than a very pleasurable pulsation and
 feeling of relaxation.  A few though moaned and with
 eyes tightly clenched pumped several shots of thick
 white goo out the tips of their peckers.

	It was now Angie's turn to be amazed again, for
 though what was pumping from the boys' cocks didn't
 look like pee or smell like pee it was coming out of
 the same hole!  And the boy's who were shooting this
 stuff sure seemed to like it!

	This was something she and Annie were going to
 have to talk about! 
	
                         -=*=-

	The hot water of the shower felt wonderful
 pulsing over her shoulders, cascading around her
 breasts and down her legs skirting her lush furry
 pussy.

	Absentmindedly Angie let her fingers trace over
 her body following the course of the water until they
 deviated and slid inward along the folds of her cunt.

	Suddenly Angie was reminded of that summer night
 several years ago when for the first time a boy touched
 her down there in passion.

	Again it was a summer Saturday.  She had gone
 to the beach with Joe, a boy she knew from school.  He
 was really nice:  handsome, intelligent, and witty.
 And best of all he knew how to make a girl feel special
 and appreciated, like something more than a piece of
 meat created for male amusement and naught else.

	They had arrived at the beach late and after a
 swim and catching the last of the afternoon's rays they
 had watched the sun go down as they snacked on some
 fruit she had brought.

	The night was quite warm so she was hardly cold
 despite the very brief pink bikini she was wearing.
 Fortunately she had left the house that afternoon with
 jeans and T-shirt over her suit for she knew her folks
 would have a fit if they knew she even owned a suit
 this sexy, never mind wearing it out in public. It was
 not even that the suit was all that minimal.  There
 were plenty of thongs that showed a lot more.  But the
 sexiness of the suit, combined with Angie's own basic
 allure, made a very volatile mix!

	After their snack, they decided to walk along
 the beach.  Their walk took them into an area of dunes
 at the far end of the beach and they snaked their way
 through the huge hills of sand as they walked.

	Joe spread out the towel he was carrying on the
 sand and they sat together, rested, and watched the
 stars coming out.  They talked and held hands until Joe
 leaned over and kissed her.

	They lay back on the towel and their kisses
 continued, becoming progressively more passion inspired
 as their pulses quickened, their breathing deepened and
 they both became very turned on!

	Joe shifted his body to bring himself into
 closer contact with her and Angie suddenly felt his
 enormous erection pressing into her midsection.  She
 glanced down at this rigid prong stabbing into her
 and was amazed to see how Joe's mammoth hard on had
 lifted the front of his swim briefs right away from
 his body.

	Unlike so many boys that age, who thought of
 nothing but their cocks and yet were strangely embar-
 rassed lest someone see them, Joe was proud of his
 physique and his Speedo briefs showed him to good
 advantage.

	Angie could see right into the pocket created
 by Joe's thrusting cock and marveled at the thick base
 of his cock and abundance of black pubic hair all on
 display to her.  

	"Joe honey!" was all Angie could manage as she
 slipped her hand into his briefs and grabbed hold of
 his cock.  Her movements slipped the briefs off the
 head of his pecker and it sprang forth long and hard.

	Angie loved the velvety texture of Joe's cock
 and she slid her hand over the length of his shaft.
 This was no little boy's stiffie like she had seen in
 the clubhouse those years before.  This was the well-
 developed tool of a young man fast approaching his
 sexual maturity!

	After several passes the length of his cock,
 Angie's hand slipped lower and stroked and cradled
 Joe's full heavy balls.  

	After luxuriating in Angie's soft caresses, Joe
 again began kissing her deeply, his tongue lashing
 against hers.  He brought his free hand up and cupped
 her ripe young breast.

	As he squeezed and kneaded Angie's tit he could
 feel her nipple harden beneath the thin material of the
 bikini top.

	Reaching behind her, Joe tugged the string tying
 the top together and in a moment it was loose.  Another
 moment and Angie's bikini top was off altogether.  Her
 beautiful young breasts were now free to press against
 Joe's chest unimpeded.  

	Joe resumed his tactile exploration of Angie's
 lovely chest treasures.  Her breasts were so great!
 They were soft and firm and smooth and warm and ripe
 and exciting!  The tip of each breast was crowned by
 rigid nipples standing a quarter inch above the rest
 of her breast in the middle of the slightly darker
 skin of her aureole.  Joe let the nipple of her left
 breast roll under his thumb as he lowered his lips to
 the right.  The nipple felt so good against his tongue
 and Joe interspersed flicking her nipple with his
 tongue with kissing and burying his face in the soft
 resilient flesh of her breast.

	Angie lay back and enjoyed the lovely sensations
 Joe was creating for her, alternately rolling her
 breast against Joe's face or thrusting her chest up to
 force her breast or nipple more firmly and deeply into
 Joe's sucking mouth.  

	While he continued to devour the luscious young
 breasts being offered him, Joe slid his hand down over
 the tight hard plane of Angie's stomach and down to her
 hot crotch.  Through the bikini panties Joe squeezed
 the soft bulge of Angie's pussy.  Encountering only
 Angie's enthusiastic response to his manipulation, Joe
 slid his hand back up her belly and then back down,
 this time sliding inside Angie's tight pink bikini
 bottoms.

	Her snatch felt so wet and hot against his palm.
 Joe ran his finger up and down the length of the flow-
 ing slit.  Angie just moaned with the exquisite plea-
 sure of his touch and ground her pelvis more firmly
 against Joe's probing hand.

	Joe sat up and grasped both sides of the tiny
 bikini panties.  Deftly he slid them down and off
 Angie's beautiful young body.

	For the first time in her maturity, Angie was
 naked in front of a boy.  The evening air felt cool,
 yet nice, against the heated flesh of her cunt.  The
 breeze cooled the moist lips of her twat.

	Joe quickly slipped out of his swim briefs and
 plastered his body back up against Angie's.  They
 kissed desperately, their hands roaming over the heated
 flesh of the other.  

	Then Joe rolled over on top of Angie and fit
 himself between her legs.  Her legs parted to accom-
 modate him and her thighs lifted toward her breasts to
 angle her slit for better contact with Joe's huge,
 throbbing erection.

	"Now, baby. Now." Angie panted as she reached
 down and grasped the shaft of Joe's hard on.  She
 guided his spear to the opening between her legs and
 worked the tip of Joe's cock between the lips of her
 cunt and into the mouth of her vagina.  Her legs snaked
 around Joe's back and pressed against his butt, keeping
 place with the slow gentle sliding of Joe's cock into
 her, until now unfucked, little pussy.

	His cock felt so good slipping between her cunt
 lips and into her tight young love tunnel.  Joe too
 reveled in the fantastic feeling of his stiff prick
 sliding into Angie's hot, wet, clasping girl hole.

	A brief discomfort, almost like a very hard
 pinch, and Joe's cock had slid past the feeble barrier
 of Angie's hymen and into the depths of her cunt.

	Though still somewhat tender from the rupture
 of her maidenhead, Angie luxuriated in the tremendous
 feeling of fullness and contentment she derived from
 being stuffed full of Joe's wonderful maleness.  

	Joe rolled his hips and stirred his shaft inside
 Angie's lush honey pot.

	Angie moaned with pleasure and buried her head
 into Joe's shoulder as she clutched him tighter and
 stretched her already wide spread thighs in an attempt
 to obtain even more contact with this huge tool probing
 and plunging inside her. In and out Joe's cock slid.
 Angie loved the rippling of her cunt lips as they
 furled over and were dragged inward with Joe's thrusts
 only to be pulled outward again as Joe pulled his long
 rod from her depths.

	Over and over Joe drove his hardness into her
 belly, faster and faster until he groaned and drove
 his cock as deeply into her clasping tunnel as he
 could.

	Angie clutched him to her as he shuddered out
 his release.  Spurt after spurt after spurt of his
 rich white semen pumped into her tight cunt, flooding
 it to capacity, the excess oozing out around his cock
 past the tight ring of Angie's cunt lips.

	After a brief rest on their towel amongst the
 dunes, they had made love a second time, that episode
 bringing Angie to a tremendous, body-wracking climax.

                         -=*=-

	Memories of that wonderful night drove Angie's
 finger deep into her cunt as she stood there in the
 shower.  Every delicious thrust came back to Angie's
 memory as her finger rode over her clit and alternately
 over and into her cunt.

	Not wanting to cum quite yet, Angie turned off
 the shower and dried the water from her sexy young
 body.

	Slipping naked between her sheets, she let her
 finger resume its tracings over her pussy.  For some
 incredible reason, a memory of when she had been a very
 young girl came back to her.

	She had been staying at her Grampa's and he had
 been listening to a record on his phonograph.  It was
 a song from a musical from many years before, "South
 Pacific" she thought the name of it had been.

	Anyway, a woman was singing a song about how she
 enjoyed being a girl.  "She sure had that one right!"
 thought Angie as her cunny rubbing brought on a
 delicious, sweet little orgasm.

	Satisfied and very content, Angie rolled over
 and went to sleep.

                         -=*=-

   We hope you have enjoyed this, our tenth literary
   effort.  Please feel free to convey comments and
   suggestions to us at BYMSAP@aol.com.  
                        	Lisa & Sharon

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