Changing Minds
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The events here are something that took place when I was 17. Thinking back I think they changed my life at the time, though everything I remember is coloured by the intense emotions I had. I now (in retrospect) know they were unusual at the time, but am happy with where my life has taken me since.
My best friend at the time was called Amanda, I was a pretty regular girl who didn't do very much special. I loved sports and did lacrosse and horse riding occasionally, and had done some others but quit when it got too serious and you had to attend three times a week if you wanted to be in on it. I got attention from guys a lot although it wasn't really something I tried to encourage, it was pleasant and cool but sometimes just a bit too much. I don't have lots of strong memories from the time because nothing very significant had happened; I read about people whose parents died or got divorced and feel sorry for them, but there wasn't much to touch me.
I was just having lunch by myself as Amanda was away on a sports day, when Jennifer and Becca came and sat next to me and started talking. Jennifer was 16 and very attractive, but not really a party animal. I didn't know anything beyond that. Becca was 16 and her mother was Polish, her parents were divorced. I felt a bit weird as these two older girls essentially started talking to me, but it was also really flattering and I felt a bit giddy and proud. Jennifer asked if I was Susannah *****, and I said that I was, and she asked if I was the one who was together with Jason. Jason was a much older guy who had been talking to me a half year ago and trying to get me to do various things with him (going out etc) - I hadn't really wanted to as he was the slightly scary type. I blushed and told her that no, I didn't really like him and preferred if he didn't speak to me any more. They laughed and said that they knew, or had figured it out, and said they hoped he didn't ask them the same thing, or hoped it so that they could tell him to go away. I felt so relieved and appreciated, and was so happy that they had started talking to me, so we spent the entire lunch break chatting about school and the different teachers I was going to have. At the end of it I was so proud that they seemed to take me in as a friend, and when Becca asked if I wanted to join her and Jennifer at Jennifer's place after school I said yes wholeheartedly.
When we met up to be picked up by Jennifer's mom we were laughing and joking a lot, and they asking me lots of questions about myself which was flattering. The day was spent gossiping and them telling me all kinds of stories about the people in the class above - it felt so cool and special. We watched a chick flick and they told me about makeup (which I wasn't allowed to buy at the time). At the end of the day I felt like I had some new best friends - sure, Amanda was the one I had grown up with, but Jennifer and Becca were so fantastic.
Over the next month and a half we talked pretty much every day; also when Amanda was with me, but they didn't seem as interested in her for some reason. I picked up the hint directly or indirectly and left Amanda's side every now and then to seek them out - she seemed a bit hurt by it but to be honest I was too caught up in my new friends to notice, so I hoped she could bear it.
One day they asked me to a sleepover at a place belonging to someone called Claire. I asked if it was Jessica in the year above me but they just said no, it was someone else they knew. I also felt that they really wanted me to come, so I said yes. The rest of the week went as usual, though they reminded me on the Friday (we were staying from Saturday to Sunday) and I had gotten my parents' permission by then.
We met up before the party quite early in the day; they said we were meeting a
few hours before we got picked up by Jenifer's mom. To my really big surprise
they said they were going to take me shopping. They dragged me along to what
looked like a lingerie store and I was wondering what this was about. They said
as it was a sleepover we could be playing truth or dare or someone could see me
in underwear, and at that I did feel embarrassed about my plain white bra and
panties, as I knew older girls usually wore thongs and laces. They asked me my
size and I shyly told them; they then dragged me around the store commenting on
everything while I grew redder and redder. In the end Jennifer picked out a
black lace bra and panties that was very see through in places, and she even
paid for it. I was relieved and a bit miffed when I thought we would be going,
but then they said I had to put it on as well - I followed them to a mall next
door and was sent into the girls toilets to change. I was feeling a bit angry
and bullied at this point - but what not for my new friends? - and having put it
on, the lace felt so smooth and silky - it was like all my intimate parts were
being gently caressed. As I went out they hugged me and said sorry, they really
wanted to find me something that I would be comfortable in, and I had to admit
that I felt comfortable.
Jennifer's mom picked us up an hour later and drove us to Claire's house - it was a small one but it turned out only Claire (whom I was somewhat amazed to see was around 18-19) and another girl were living there. Claire got us all a glass of what I found was apple cider, the weakest alcoholic drink in existence but really the only fizzy I had had at that point, she'd made some small canapes and we were playing Singstar and having sweets really quickly. She had some amazing sofas, and as we had introduced ourselves and were lying around I felt so appreciated - Claire was really friendly, and pretty as well, and I felt that they all really cared about me. I learnt that she was sharing the house with someone named Danielle who might be coming over later, and that Jennifer and Becca were friends of them.
We messed around and played truth or dare a bit, and it was the usual things, though nothing very sexual. Later in the evening they told me follow them for a special treat.
I followed Claire, Jennifer and Becca who sort of grabbed hold of my arms into one of the bedrooms. I saw it was small but with a large bed and for some reason with big mirrors on the walls, though Jessica dimmed the lights so it was more like evening time. They pulled me on top of the bed and sat around me. Claire then said as it was my first sleepover they were going to give me a massage. I just nodded I suppose and they pushed me down on my stomach, while Claire sat astride me. She was kneading my shoulders so much that it hurt and I yelped and wiggled, but she told me to relax and slow down. At the same time Jennifer and Becca were rubbing my legs. It felt a bit overwhelming but as I was lying there (not much else to do) I started to feel soft and warm, like I was melting in their hands.
I felt so relaxed and sleepy after a while that when Claire said she could not do my back properly while I had my clothes on I did not really stir. They rolled me over and Claire unbuttoned my pants while Jennifer and Becca pulled them off, then she took my sweater off. I felt very selfconscious and blushed, but I did really feel very warm and comfortable and my muscles were too soft to move. They just rolled me over again and kept massaging. I remember I thought in the back of my mind that it was good that they had bought me the underwear as they could all see it now. The feeling of Claire's soft hands and Jennifer and Becca on my legs was quite intense and I tensed up again just from embarassment but could not really stay that way for long.
I felt them all stop and someone lie down next to me; it was Claire. They all said they would 'do the rest' and partially rolled and lifted me on my back onto Claire who had undressed down to bra and underwear. It was quite shocking to feel her beneath me as we were skin to skin and I was with my head on her chest, but the whole situation, their pleasant murmurs to relax, the feeling of Jennifer and Becca making tiny warm circles on my lower legs all made me quickly relax. When Claire started making small circles on the side of my head it was all I could do not to fall asleep, and she did start to feel very warm and soft under me.
Jennifer and Becca had been working themselves up my legs and were now at my calves; then one of them started gently running her hands over the sides of my stomach, while the other very gently stroking my legs again. Claire had intertwined my fingers with hers, and she was caressing my midsection - with her arms around me I felt quite safe and special. She whispered for me to breathe deeply, and I could truly feel myself melting and dissolving somewhere between warmth and sleep.
Suddenly I felt something in my body - warmth and pleasure flooded up in me, and was that a hand I felt? the warmth everywhere made it hard to tell and the pleasure just grew and grew, faster than I could hold it, and because I was so relaxed I could not offer any resistance to it, it just rushed up through me from my midsection, from my..pussy. In a heartbeat it had gone from there to my head, filling me with an enormous pulsing desire. Suddenly I connected two things in my head; of the hands that had been massaging me one was now under my string, fingertips slick and stroking and moving on a peak that radiated pleasure, in my pussy. Maybe I knew in some way what was happening, but it was a whisper in a waterfall. Claire was holding my hands within hers; she had moved them up to my breasts now, one on each, rubbing in circles, and suddenly there were two more fonts of pleasure in my body. If I was going to stir any more than involuntary gasps and jerks it was not going to happen as Becca suddenly lay halfway across me and started stroking my cheek.
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*Before you start reading and just to clarify: All characters in this story are of course at least 18 years old.* *Oh, and if you like, what you read, don't forget to like;) * I was a normal boy, living a normal life, in a small village in a completely unimportant rural area somewhere in western europe. There was really nothing special about me. I wasn't particularly strong or tall. I wasn't the smallest kid in class either, though always somewhat below-average. I was fairly thin too making it...
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Part 5 I should have known my day was going too well. I had too much fun shopping and spending time with Mom and Dad. If the Karma Gods had to make sure that I didn't get too comfortable, couldn't they have just had Tess drop the stupid rifle on my foot? Walking around with a limp, I could handle. Getting hit on an already bruised cheek was just plain wrong. Fortunately, it was more of a glancing blow than a direct hit. I don't even want to know what that would have felt...
Changing Room By Rosie "Sir? Are you sure you're buying these pants for someone else?" she asks and pulse starts to race. But before I reply she goes on. "If these are actually for you? Why don't we just cut the crap and measure them right here and now?" My head spins and I'm evaluating the possibilities here but I guess the moment to deny the pants are for me has already passed as the salesgirl is already walking around the counter towards me. She is smiling in a...
Changing Channels - Smart TV Rachel had a big smile on her face when she showed it to me. "It's the latest in Smart TV's, Mike. It's got internet access and a ton of advanced features. It learns your tendencies then scans for programming you would like and tapes it for you if you're not home. And it does all kinds of other stuff." "Sounds a little creepy to me, actually." Actually, I couldn't believe we'd just spent so much money on a TV. "C'mon, let's set it up." There was...
Heather's head was still swimming a little as her eyes opened. As she blinked see looked around and didn't recognize the room. Fortunately, she thought, she was laying down. After a moment she tried to get up, only to find here self strapped to whatever she was laying on. As she moved her arms and legs find they were strapped down. As she considered this she now noticed that she was clad in only here blue bra and matching panties. Now, she slowly started to panic. Did some bondage go wrong with...
Mind Control“Fuck….your pussy is so tight, you fucking cunt!” A huge cock fucked me hard and fast. He started to pull on my hair hard. My hands were tied down; my breast was also bonded. Tears ran down my face. A empty room. All white with a large window. You couldn’t see anything behind the window. The cock kept pounding hard inside me. My tight pussy hurting me; making me scream for help, but he’ll slap me. I cried harder. Where am I? Who he is? How did I got here? Why is he fucking me? His cock...
It was mid summer and the heat outside was unbearable. We were due to go on holiday in a weeks time and my wife decided that she want to go and get a new swimsuit. So off we went to the local shopping centre and started to browse the shops. After about an hour or so and numerous shops checked out I was feeling bored. I told my wife to carry on and I will ring her in a bit and meet back up. Off she went and I relaxed and had a drink. I was miles a way playing on my phone when I felt a tap on my...
My girlfriend and I went to a department store and asked her to go into the changing room and find a room for us. I waited for a few minutes outside and then when no one was looking, I crept into the changing area behind her. As I was walking through the hallway in the changing area, she reached out from under the door of her room and grabbed my leg so I knew which room to go into. She opened the door of her room and revealed herself in the sexiest bra and panties she could find in the store. ...