Saturday, October 19
Note to self: Hastily written Sunday morning, while getting ready to go do a Halloween Carnival Rehearsal at Emma-Red's house.
My first thought waking up: Ouch... these things hurt.
My second thought after I absentmindedly rubbed them: WOW! THESE THINGS FINALLY HURT!
OK, they didn't hurt THAT bad. Nothing to die about. But Dr. Strange had warned me that the combination of my natural estrogen and the new hormones would kick-start my boobage, and here they were! Sore, with a bit of a tiny lump right under my.... Yes... my aureola were decidedly larger. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I could swear my nipples were getting bigger and the round disk of aureolas were slightly bigger. I was so very happy I could scream. I ran downstairs to breakfast and wanted to show Mom. Then half way down the stairs, I kinda realized that maybe `showing her' wasn't the best idea over breakfast, but telling her was.
"Mom, Mom, Mom.... I think my breasts are swelling."
Mom looked at me with a smile, pretty much the same smile she would give a 1 year old who had just discovered her own belly button. "OK, do they ache?"
"Yes, a little, and there are little lumps under both nipples."
"Do the lumps feel like the same size?"
"I can't really tell. Maybe the left one is slightly bigger than the other. But this was a lot faster than I had hoped."
"We'll, I'm excited for you, Christy. Now, let's have breakfast and talk before your so-called `golf date' today with Carlos. My buzz was completely gone now, and I ate in total silence. As Mom and I cleaned the dishes, she said, "The bras you have been wearing are for a flat-chested girl with no breast growth at all. You're really not that flat chested, plus now you have these nubs growing, and the bras you're wearing are probably going to rub you raw before the end of the day. I'm going to suggest two things. First, I'll root around in Becki's old stuff for a sports bra that will fit you. We may need to pad it a little bit, but that's OK. Second, while you're out today, I'll run to the store and get you a couple of nicely padded t-shirt bras. They're not very formal, but extremely comfie and will show off your growing figure nicely."
"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate that."
"No, no problem. This is part of being the Mother to a growing daughter. Now, for the other part, young lady, how much actual golf are you two playing? I've been putting two and two together, and I figured if you're having some kind of, well, intimate relationship, your golf dates are a likely culprit."
"Mom, we're actually playing golf and actually having lunch. However, yes, in between the two, we snuck off to a hidden corner of the club and, well, spent a few quiet minutes together. It's not like we snuck off to a hotel room." Well, actually it kinda was, but I figured the less Mom knew about the bedrooms, the better.
"I'm worried about the two of you getting caught. Boys reputations can stand getting caught. Girls, not so much."
"Mom, we're extremely careful, and I'm not sure how much Carlos' reputation would handle being caught making out with the local tranny girl."
"He would fare better than you think. That would be a good locker room joke for a week or two, then everyone would forget it. You, on the other hand, would never live it down."
She paused for a minute, and said, "Now, if the two of you want some alone time, and I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but Carlos is welcomed to come over here on a Saturday or Sunday, and I'll promise to leave the two of you alone. Heck, maybe Lilly and I will go out to a movie so you can have the house to yourselves."
I was speechless. I caught myself with my mouth wide open. Mom continued, "I shouldn't tell you this, but when your sister was dating a boy she was serious about, I would do the same with her, rather than the two of them getting caught parked in a car somewhere. Plus, I had to worry about protection with her, and that's a lot easier to control at home than in a hotel room."
"Ahhhh.... Mom, I still want to keep my golf date, but yeah, it would be wonderful if I could invite Carlos over for a date next Saturday night. Would that work for you?"
"Yes, Christy, but don't get yourself over--booked with your social life. Remember, you're a busy girl, and you still have school to think about!"
I ran over and gave Mom a huge hug, even though it hurt by boobies to mash up against her. She told me to go take my shower and get ready to go, and she'd find me a new bra to wear before I got out. Sure enough, there was a very comfie grey sports bra with a huge amount of built-in padding laying on my bed when I got out of the shower. I toweled off, put on my bra and a comfie pair of panties (with the little plastic insert) and sat down to work on my makeup.
We made it to the golf course just on time, and just like the past weekend, I found Carlos in the pro shop waiting for me. I was all smiles, and ran up to grab his hands. He was happy to see me, and I said, "I've got to talk with you. I've got some surprises."
We walked outside. He grabbed his clubs, and we started walking toward the driving range. I said, "Now, hear me out, this is going to sound a bit crazy, but my mom is on to us."
He stopped dead in his tracks and said, "What?"
"It's OK. She's cool with it. She realizes that we're teenagers and this is going to happen. I'm not her first daughter. Anyway, she's worried about us getting caught here, so she says if you want to come over to the house on weekends for a date, she'll leave us alone downstairs, and may even arrange to be out of the house."
"Wow. I can't believe your mom is this cool."
"Yeah, well, I still want to play golf occasionally, but she's got a point. Even though the rooms here are hidden away and secret, there is a very real chance we could get caught, and neither of us needs that level of shit right now."
"Gotcha."
Our day progressed pretty much the same way as last Saturday. We drove a couple of buckets of balls, putted a bit, put his clubs away, and snuck upstairs. Again, there was no one there, and we found an empty room. When we got in there, I said, "I have one more piece of good news. You might not care, but I do. My boobs are starting to grow."
I was sitting on the bed, and he pulled up a chair opposite me. "No kidding! How much?"
I told him all about the estrogen in my system and how I'd started additional hormone therapy and the doctor told me it would accelerate my `feminine' physical characteristics. Then I told him about waking up this morning with sore boobs and how I'd found little buds beneath my nipples.
He said, "Can I see?"
"There's not much there yet. Are you sure you want to see?"
"Oh hell yes. I'm insanely curious."
"I said, "OK," and pulled off my sweater, pulled up my golf shirt, and pulled off my new sports bra. He was mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off my little boobies.
He said, "Can I touch them?"
"You have to be VERY gentle. They're sore." With that, he reached out and very gently caressed each of my boobs with his corresponding hand. He was very soft, and his touch sent electric chills down my spine. I closed my eyes, and just focused on him gently running his finger tips over my skin. I finally opened my eyes, and said, "Stand up in front of me, but keep doing that." He managed to keep his hands on my boobs as I reached around his arms and pulled down his pants. His woodie was already rock-hard, and it took me no time at all to have it deep in my mouth. I reached one hand around behind him, grabbed his ass, and pumped him in and out of my mouth, like he was fucking my face. Finally, he grabbed the back of my head, and I could feel his cock start throbbing in my mouth. I was in a total trance, and again, kept his cock in my mouth until he was completely soft and I had completely cleaned him off. He kicked off his pants, which were down around his ankles anyway, turned around, sat next to me on the bed, and pulled me into him.
We lay down on the bed, and held each other for at least a half hour. HIs hands continued to explore my chest, but I took one of his hands and moved it down to my bottom. He got the idea, and began massaging my ass cheek. He unzipped my skirt, which was zipped in the back, and ran his hand down under my panties to clutch my naked ass. I squirmed a bit at the new feel, but let him know, with my moans, that I was enjoying that attention.
Afterwards, we got cleaned up and had a hasty lunch down in the grill. Carlos and I planned for him to come over the next Saturday evening for a movie and maybe Mom would make good on her promise to cut us some slack. When Mom picked me up, she had two new t-shirt bras in her bag for me, which I could tell would feel nearly as comfie as the hand-me--down sports bra I was wearing today.
That night, I went to sleep thinking of Carlos again, and again managed to fashion myself my own little orgasm in the privacy of my bed. I started wondering how I could get Carlos involved in my side of the equation. Further research was in order!