Dear Diary - Spying on Tracy - Sex Stories

Dear Diary - Spying on Tracy

​ Dearest Diary, I have never wanted to get home to you more than I did this morning. I have a whopper of a story I want to tell and I can't tell anyone but you, at least right now. I am still in shock and disbelief as to what I saw, and it was the most stimulating and intense experience I have ever seen. As you know Tracy has been my friend since kindergarten and we are the best of friends. We got even closer back in the summer after our 8th grade year when her mother died in a car accident. She had always been very close to her mother and it was not easy for her to adjust and she began to act out a little bit, or at least I thought that was what was going on. We had always been good girls and stayed away from the "bad" kids. We dressed in our proper best and both excelled at our extra-curricula activities; from dance class, to drama, to gymnastics and volleyball. But after her mom died, while we remained the best of friends, Tracy began to act different. This attitude change for her had made us a bit more of a yin-yang pair. In some ways we were always that way. I am a bit short for my age and Dad is Guatemalan and Mom is Mexican, I have chocolate colored skin, long straight black hair, and when we head into our Junior year at school in a few months, I will have one of the larger bra sizes at 30C. I have a caboose large enough that I feel a bit self conscious about it, but my tummy is fit and if I wear heels, which I don't often, my thicker legs look a bit more slender. ...

... Tracy of course followed after her mother and has her fair Irish skin, with light blonde streaked brown hair, green eyes, a few freckles and has really filled out over the last year. She has swelled to 34 B cups and her thighs thickened to where she doesn't have much of a gap between them anymore. She is still in great shape, my tummy is fit but not flat and firm as hers. I am having trouble deciding what to write first, I don't want to miss anything, so instead of the order all things happened in reality, I have decided to spill it out onto these pages the way the information actually came to me. Like I said, Tracy had really taken on a new attitude back during that summer, and I sometimes found it hard to keep up, because I didn't understand the driving force behind it, though I do now, and boy is it a force to be reckoned with!!!! Of course back then we were smaller, shorter, skinnier and neither of us had much in the way of boobs. Though Tracy did start before me in that department, and I overtook her over the next year. Anyway, she began to wear skirts above her knee, then above mid thigh, and the bra and panties she had in the gym locker room changed from plain designs to more frill and lace and two toned colors. She began to talk with dirtier language, began to tie up her hair, put on makeup and wore tops that plunged deeper and deeper into her beginning bosom. Anyway we stayed good friends even though I only followed her slowly into her decent of deviance, as my parents ...