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Growing up in a strict household, I was the quintessential “good girl”. A bookish, straight A student, complete with nerdy glasses and no makeup, I cruised through school without so much as a date. It wasn’t until I was 18 that my body developed the womanly curves that I had craved for so many years. My best friend and closest confidant in those days was David. Our parents’ constant arguing had forged a deep bond between us. When I decided to go away for University, David decided to transfer and he came with me. We found a great two-bedroom apartment near the University and began living together. It was perfect. We felt like we had escaped from prison. In many ways, David, two years my senior, was my exact opposite. Whereas I was studious and withdrawn, he was free-spirited and popular. Just under 6 feet tall, with brown hair and blue eyes, David had an athletic physique that I could not help but notice and admire. Clearly David had started to notice the changes in me as well. The skinny girl with glasses and baggy clothes was gone, replaced with a woman with 34C’s and a flawless body honed by hours of swimming and volleyball. I repeatedly caught him stealing glances at me, especially when I emerged from my daily shower with nothing but a short towel covering my well-developed curves. Our living arrangement included sharing the chores. David was the primary cook. I was responsible for the majority of the cleaning and laundry. While we had always respected each others’ ...

... space and privacy, my cleaning duties required me to be in David’s room several times a week in order to gather dirty clothes, vacuum and tidy up. One day, while making David’s bed, I noticed the corner of a magazine poking out from between the mattress and box-spring. My curiosity overwhelming my usual good sense, I slowly removed the magazine, a dog-eared copy of Club International. I had never seen a porn magazine in my life and eagerly scanned ever page, savoring every picture and every filthy story. My soaking pussy needed relief. I stuffed the magazine under my T-Shirt and scurried guiltily to my bedroom and locked the door. All these years later, I can still recall my excitement in seeing the assortment of gorgeous woman and men posing in those pages in every conceivable sexual position. Losing all track of time, I rubbed my clit and fingered my virgin pussy all afternoon making myself cum over and over. By the time David came home, I still hadn’t returned the magazine to its hiding place. I didn’t know what to do and spent the rest of the night beside myself fearing that my indiscretion would be discovered. As an uneventful night passed, I was relieved to have not been caught. I stayed home the next morning, while David went to the University, so that I could return the magazine. As soon as David left I returned to his room and lifted up the mattress to return it. I started to slide the magazine under the mattress when I felt resistance. I lifted the mattress higher and ...