True sex stories: Unwanted attention. Author: young_Jasmine. The story is including: True Story, Bondage and restriction, First Time, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Spanking, Teen, Virginity, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Coercion, Domination/submission, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Teen, Teen Female Solo, Young
This is a story of how it all began for me at an early age. It starts slow and some chapters have more action then others but honestly, I feel that those are the more interesting ones. I suggest that you read them in order as to fully enjoy them. Please let me know how much you liked them and maybe even how it made you feel. I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Enjoy!
True sex stories: Unwanted attention – Chap 1
Author: young_Jasmine
My name is Jasmine and this is my story…..
I always considered myself to be just a regular girl. I have a brother, James, who is two years younger than me and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. When I was little I liked to ride my bike, play with dolls and with the other kids in the neighborhood just like everyone else.
They say that girls mature sooner than boys but for me that just isn’t true. Even now I am rather immature and quite childish and very girlie, but my body went a slightly different direction. It started developing at an early age. At about 10 years old my breasts started growing and although this is not that unheard of, for me it was a reason for discomfort. My friends were a bit curious about them, and what 10 year old wouldn’t be… They weren’t that big yet, about the size of apples, perky and with nipples the size of quarters, but for a girl my age they definitely stood out (literally).
It was summer break and we have just finished 3rd grade. My friend Katie was having some of us over at her pool for the day. I was in my room trying on my bathing suit when my mom heard me throw some stuff on the ground and become quite frustrated. She came in to check on me and I was standing in front of my closet with my bathing suit half on, the bottom part was on covering my butt and up to my flat belly. She asked what was going on:
“It doesn’t fit anymore, it just doesn’t.” I said
“OK, why don’t I try to help you, you haven’t grown much since we bought this for you, you are pretty much the same height, so there’s no reason why this shouldn’t fit just fine”. She started to pull it up and it went on fine, like she said, until it reached my breasts. She stopped there and an involuntary “Oh…” came out. “Well sweetie, it seems that you have grown a bit… up here…” she said while looking at them.
“Why are they so big?” I asked.
“They are not big hon, it’s just that they came in a bit… early, that’s all. It’s nothing to worry about, in fact it is perfectly normal. Let’s try to get your arms through the straps.”
She pulled the straps up and I slid my hands in them. It felt a bit snug around the chest and my breasts were being squeezed a bit but it finally fit. Mom said that it was time to go and so I put on a light blue summer dress and got my flip-flops on and headed out the door.
Katie lived just down the street and we got there quickly. Her mom let us in and started chatting with my mom. I ran to the back yard where the rest of my friends were. Katie and two other girls, Samantha and Ashley were there. They were already in the pool, so I threw my summer dress of and jumped in the water, which was a bit cold, but it was really hot outside and I got used to it easily.
We haven’t all seen each other since school got out a month ago so we started chatting about what we have been up to this summer. I noticed that the girls were looking at me kind of funny and at first thought that it was just because we haven’t talked in a while, but then I noticed that they were staring at my breasts.
I looked down and saw that my nipples got hard because of the cold water and they were quite visible through the light pink material of my one piece bathing suit. All of our bathing suits were similar in shape and design, and if you looked closer you could tell that their nipples were also hard, which is normal, but my suit was much tighter around the chest that theirs were and my nipples were showing much more due to their size and stiffness. I suddenly became very self-aware and felt my cheeks get red. I had my back against the edge of the pool and they were around me.
“Wow Jasmine, you got your boobs already!” said one of them. “That’s so cool”
“Yeah, I wish mine would be at least half the size of yours” said the other one.
My breasts were about an A cup, but to them they seemed big since they were all flat chested or almost flat.
They weren’t being mean or eve teasing me, they were just curious and apparently thought that it was cool. In fact I felt like they were jealous of my development even though I didn’t see the attraction to it, so I didn’t think that way at all. I was just embarrassed and wanted to go home. I said that I had to use the bathroom and got out of the pool.
Katie came with me and as we got in the house her older brother was coming out. He just said “Hi” and stepped out, but I noticed that he was also staring at my chest and I got even more embarrassed. He was 14 years old and I didn’t understand why he was looking at me that way. Surely the girls in his grade were more developed than me… (or at least that’s what I thought).
After using the bathroom quickly I found my mom and asked her to go home. I told her that I wasn’t feeling ok.
I said goodbye to the girls and went home. I didn’t tell my mom what the real reason for leaving was, I just ran to my room and locked the door. I got in front of the closet door and wanted to take the bathing suit off and get into my T-shirt and shorts. As I grabbed one strap, I paused for a moment… I looked at myself in the full mirror and saw what everyone else could see:
I was about the same height as the other girls, king of skinny, my butt was a bit more round than I remembered, flat stomach, but my boobs(as one of the girls called them) seemed big for my frame. The bathing suit didn’t help eighter; it was squeezing them together and creating a cleavage, like what you would see on a woman, or an older girl at least. My nipples were standing out through the wet material and they ached a bit. I took the bathing suit off and noticed some light marks from where it had squeezed me. For the rest of that summer I only wore loose shirts and baggy clothes.
As time passed by my body continued to develop, at the age of 12 I had hit puberty and had my first period. My body was getting more shapely and more like a teenager.
At 14 I finished 8th grade and had a small formal dance at school. My mom and I were planning to go shopping for a dress that afternoon and I was all excited. We went to the mall and into the dress store. I picked up a few and went into the dressing room while mom was still looking around at some stuff. I got in and closed the door.
I pulled my T shirt off and then stepped out of my jeans. There were 3 mirrors all around me so I can see all angles. I looked at myself briefly. I was wearing a pair of cotton panties and a simple white bra. The 32C cups seemed to be a bit tight on my breasts, pushing them together and up, the effect was almost as a push-up bra (not that I needed one) and the straps were leaving some light marks on my shoulders. I tried on the 2 dresses that I had picked and they both fitted right on.
They were not revealing or anything like that and quite appropriate for a girl my age going to an 8th grade formal. But I was showing a lot more cleavage in both of them than they were designed to. Both had a high cut but it did not help much with that bra pushing them up into view…
My mom finally knocked at the door and I let her in to see how it fits. I was wearing the red one that she liked best when we picked them out. I liked that one better also. She looked at me up and down and said that I looked great. As she looked at my chest she paused for a bit and I blushed. She pulled on the straps a bit and that just made my breasts bounce up and down. It was as much as any dress was going to conceal, so we just went with that one. We picked up a pair of matching 2” heels, any higher and I would not be comfortable wearing.
The day or the dance I was getting ready in my room. I put some light lip-gloss on and did my naturally blond hair a bit. I never liked wearing makeup like some of the other girls, I guess I just didn’t want any attention, in fact I was trying to avoid that kind of stuff. I slipped the dress on and then the shoes. As I looked in the mirror again my eyes immediately went to my chest, which was squeezed up by my bra and pushed out by the dress.
At the school dance there were some girls that were wearing a bit more reviling dresses (probably on purpose) but all I could think of was how to cover myself. The boys were looking at my chest when they were talking to me and kept insisting that I dance. During a slow dance they would try to get as close as they could and kept looking down my cleavage every two seconds. It was pretty obvious, but I guess at that age they didn’t quite know how to conceal it.
No one was disrespectful or anything like that, but I was the most asked girl to dance and I was getting a bit tired and a bit embarrassed, especially when I noticed that some of the male teachers were looking rather insistently at me and some of the girls threw me some gallous looks. I wasn’t trying to get any of this attention, and the truth is I actually hated it.
A couple of hours later I was just about ready to go home and I called my dad to come pick me up. That was the last time I wore that dress or anything like it.
As time passed by my body continued to develop against my wishes, not in a bad way as far as guys were concerned or even my girlfriends from school which were always a bit envious. I was 16 years old now and at home taking a shower. I was invited to Katie’s birthday that day and just about to get ready. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It was cold at first but got warmer quickly. I started washing myself with a white luffa and a very foamy body wash. I really liked the way it felt against my skin, except for my chest.
Eric says
If this story is true, I am so sorry this happened to you.
Healing must have been a great challenge if it happened at all (yet).
I am so sorry you were corrupted this way and hope you are able to find that special guy, trust and yet have a family and be happy young Jasmine.
If it is fiction you have done well to deceive/’entertain’.
Empathetic to your pain… .
Why did you write this account ?