It was Friday night and chestnut haired Amanda lay back on her bed and teased her pink nipples. Her sensitive breasts sent a wave of desire down the center of her body–a direct line, as it were, from nipple to clitoris. Her cotton panties were already starting to moisten. She looked at herself in the mirror opposite her bed and wondered, “Why can’t I be like other girls?”
But Amanda was a typical teenager in most ways, still maturing physically and emotionally. She was of medium height, with arms and legs slender and toned from years of tennis and dance lessons. She had a flat stomach, narrow waist and the sweetest little round butt. Her skin was quite fair, almost pale, and without the least blemish of any kind–a complexion still in the full bloom of youth. Green eyes in a gorgeous, cover model face completed the package.
Of course, Amanda was not the only pretty girl at her high school. But if you’d asked the boys they would have told you that what made Amanda different from the other girls was a certain indefinable quality, it was simply…perfection. If Helen had a face that launched a thousand ships, Amanda Peterson was the girl that produced a thousand wet dreams.
And if you’d asked those same horny teenaged boys what made Amanda so enticing, they would have agreed that on top of all her other assets, her lovely face, her abundant long dark hair, her great ass and legs, there was one feature that nobody could match: her spectacular tits. Although she tried to hide them with loose fitting tops and baggy sweaters, Amanda had breasts that could not be concealed. There was plenty of speculation about her bra size, but it was only speculation. None of the boys at school had come close to laying a hand on those beauties. And everyone, even her own mother, was amazed that those huge jugs were supported with grace and apparent ease on such a slender frame.
They hadn’t begun to grow until quite late in her adolescence, but she quickly became the envy of every girl in school–and the lust object of every boy. Now at age eighteen, though still not fully developed, they were even bigger. In spite of their size and heft, the pull of gravity was almost imperceptible. The nipples and aureoles were a pale pink no darker than the color of her skin, and both stuck out slightly from the exquisite line of her breasts. A girl in Amanda’s gym class called them ‘puffy nipples.’ Amanda just thought they looked weird.
Now, as she pinched those pink puffies hard and felt the juices run in her snatch, Amanda continued to look at her reflection. There was a small furrow between her eyebrows as she pondered her misfortune. “I’m such a freak,” she thought. “Why did I get stuck with these huge boobs?” She was so ashamed of her jugs that she rarely dated and never went to school dances for fear her dance partner might brush against them accidentally.
She tried to think about other things. Earlier that day Amanda and the other seniors at her high school were told they would be required to do a service learning project. It meant doing volunteer work in the community, and would involve many hours beyond the regular school day. When the project was announced she didn’t groan and complain like the other students. Amanda had always felt the need to be helpful, and service learning seemed like just another extension of that impulse. She also thought of the project as an early step on the path to her career goal, becoming a registered nurse.
Her thoughts soon returned to her breasts, though. In the gym locker room that day she was extremely self-conscious about her huge titties, as usual. Amanda never felt comfortable being naked with the girls. For reasons she didn’t at all understand, exposing herself in the locker room made her nipples stiffen. When this happened she was careful to hide her hard nips. “My, it’s cold in here!” she was ready to explain to anyone who noticed. It was just one more thing that made Amanda believe she was a freak.
In the showers she had turned just as a cute blonde cheerleader bent over to pick up her shower gel, and Amanda felt a kind of jolt as she caught a glimpse of the girl’s pink pussy lips. She didn’t know why. Amanda never considered for a moment that she might be sexually attracted to other girls–that was disgusting. Only nasty dyke girls felt like that, and she was certainly not one of them!
That night alone in her bedroom, Amanda looked away from her image in the mirror and glanced around the room. It was a little girl’s room in many ways. The furniture was chosen by her parents years ago. Her bed was a four poster, with frilly ruffles at the canopy and pillows, and there were stuffed animals scattered around. Her gaze returned to her reflection in the mirror. “What am I doing?” she asked herself. “How weird am I?” She was twisting both her nipples and there was now a dark wet spot on the gusset of her panties.
“Oh, fuck it,” she sighed, feeling a little naughty. Amanda reached down with one hand and caressed the lips of her sex through her moist knickers. She had never had an orgasm, at least she didn’t think so, but touching herself this way felt awfully good. After a few minutes she slipped her hand inside her panties and trailed a finger up her wet slit. Finding her clit she tickled it gently with the tip of her forefinger. With the other hand she squeezed her massive tits together, trying to pull on both nipples at once.
Focusing on a large poster of Justin Timberlake, Amanda rubbed her finger faster and faster over her engorged clit. She shivered with pleasure, but the release never came. Sometime later the lovely Amanda drifted off to sleep with her hand between her thighs, still feeling unsatisfied. Exactly what she was missing though, she couldn’t have explained if she tried.
* * *
On Saturday, Amanda set out to begin her school project. Within walking distance from her house was a residential institution for the mentally disturbed and handicapped. She reasoned that a place like that would probably need extra help, and the experience would look great on her college applications. She was a little apprehensive about working with mentally impaired people–what if she were attacked by some psycho?–but she told herself she was being a chicken and hurried on.
The building was a modern one story brick affair that rambled over a neatly trimmed lawn. From the outside it was impossible to tell that lunatics resided there, but it was well known in the neighborhood. Amanda took a deep breath and went inside. After a brief interview in Human Resources she was taken to meet the director of nursing, Nurse Constance.
Amanda thought Nurse Constance was pretty young to be director of nursing. She appeared to be only in her mid to late twenties. In fact she was 34, but she was very fit, and her stylish clothes, smooth skin and short hair made her look much younger. Nurse Constance looked Amanda up and down, openly appraising her, and smiled. “Yes, of course we can use some help,” she said. “There are two student interns I’d like you to meet.”
They found Tiffany and Faith in the employee lounge smoking cigarettes. The two girls were both sophomore nursing students at a nearby university and the internship was a requirement for their program. “Hey Nurse Constance,” Tiffany drawled, as a slow smile spread across her face. “Who ya got there?” Faith blew out a cloud of smoke and introduced herself. Then Tiffany offered a hand which Amanda shook after waving away a cloud of smoke.
The coeds were both twenty years old and pretty, but there the similarity ended. Tiffany had long dirty-blonde hair, a suntan, and an appealing all-American sort of face. Her body was curvy and voluptuous, with a hint of baby fat. Faith was her opposite physically. She had a petite slender frame, very pale skin, and her hair was jet black and shoulder length. She was more punk princess than girl next door.
The girls looked sexier in their nursing uniforms than seemed quite right, and Amanda realized that their skirts were shortened to show a good bit of leg, and their tops were unbuttoned far enough to see some cleavage.
Amanda was feeling downright old-fashioned in one of her mother’s business suits that had been altered to fit and a pair of sensible low heeled pumps. She was surprised by the appearance of the two interns. Nurse Constance seemed to read her mind. “Don’t worry if these two appear a little unconventional,” she said. “They actually do some excellent work for me.” The two college students traded a look with Nurse Constance and smirked.
Nurse Constance went on, addressing her interns, “It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you two at least tried to look and behave like nursing students. You know smoking is not permitted in the building.”
“Aw, chill out Nurse Ratched,” said Faith. “You know we do our jobs.”
“Yes, you’re both very, uh, reliable. Come with me, Amanda. Let’s go take care of the paperwork and you can start after school on Monday.” The girls exchanged another significant look with Nurse Constance. Amanda thought that something was not kosher, but couldn’t imagine what it might be.
* * *
On Monday Amanda got a tour of the facility, and her fears of homicidal maniacs were quickly put to rest. The patients housed in the building seemed docile, even child-like as they were led through various therapies. Amanda did have a momentary fright when she met one of the residents. He was astonishingly huge, the biggest human being Amanda had ever seen. “He must be seven feet tall,” she thought. He was also incredibly ugly with a look of pure, imbecile stupidity on his face. But his shy manner was not in the least threatening and Nurse Constance led him by the hand like a little boy to the cafeteria.
After seeing to the patients’ dinner, Nurse Constance took Amanda to the staff table where Faith and Tiffany sat with a handsome African American in a white lab coat. “Amanda, this is Dr. Scott. Dr. Scott, our new volunteer, Amanda Peterson.” They shook hands, she a little nervously. Amanda had recognized him immediately as the NBA star who’d retired from basketball some years earlier. He was justly famous for attending medical school during the off season and doing his residency shortly after the end of his basketball career.
At age forty or so, Derek Scott was still a very athletic specimen. About six foot six and 240 pounds, he looked like he could still hold his own on the court with just about anyone. The impressionable young teenager took in the white shirt and silk tie showing under of his lab coat, the dark wool trousers and the shiny black size-sixteen wing tips. What she didn’t know was that he had been forced to resign his position at a prominent East Coast hospital because of ‘certain improprieties.’
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she stammered, blushing. Amanda realized that she had just looked him over from head to toe. He only grinned and shook her hand politely. Her hand almost disappeared in his enormous paw and the young schoolgirl felt herself blushing again.
“Hey Derek, I think she likes you,” said Faith, snickering. Tiffany and Nurse Constance also laughed as if this were a terribly witty remark, and Amanda felt even more uncomfortable.
“Don’t let them bother you,” Dr. Scott spoke up. “They’re just picking on you because you’re the new kid.” He scowled at the three women. “Be nice, now,” and addressing himself to Nurse Constance, “See you at ten?” He then excused himself to go back to work. Kid? Amanda thought.
The rest of the shift passed quickly as the two interns taught Amanda the ropes. When it was almost time for Amanda to go home, Faith and Tiffany led her to the employee lounge. Just before reaching it they walked by a long narrow horizontal window set into the wall at eye level.
“What’s in there?” asked Amanda.
“Oh, you’ve got to see this,” said Tiffany punching in a number on the keypad by the door. Inside was a soundproof room with a sturdy exam table in the center. At the table’s sides were heavy leather straps clearly designed to hold down a person’s arms and legs, and underneath were several levers and cranks and motors for raising and lowering different sections. A row of cabinets with a sink lined one wall, while a leather sofa and chairs was arranged along another.
“What’s it for?”
“This is where they bring the nut jobs if they flip out and try to murder each other,” Faith said.
“Oh my God!” Amanda cried. “Does that happen often?”
“She’s just trying to scare you,” said Tiffany. “They use this room when somebody needs to be restrained. It doesn’t happen a lot.”
“Oh, OK,” said Amanda. “But why do they have the nice furniture in here?”
“Somebody on staff has to sit in here whenever a client is restrained. It can be all night sometimes.”
“Yeah, and it’s a great party room!” said Faith. “Get the lights, would ya, Tiff?”
“What–”
“The thing is,” explained Tiffany, “that window is a one-way mirror. We can’t see out, but when the lights are off nobody can see in here, either.”
“So…”
“So we come in here to get high. We can play music and nobody can hear a thing through these walls.” With that the interns led Amanda to the couch and seated her between them. Just enough light came through the window to see each other’s faces. Faith switched on a radio tuned to the local hip hop station. Tiffany pulled a joint from her cigarette pack and lit up.
“Are you crazy?” said Amanda. “What if Nurse Constance catches you?”
“Relax. Nurse Constance is cool, even if she acts like a bitch.”
Tiffany passed the joint to Amanda, who refused it. Tiffany sighed and handed it to Faith. “Don’t you like to smoke weed?” Tiffany asked as Faith filled her lungs with the sweet smelling smoke.
“I—I’ve only done it a few times, and it made me feel so weird,” the brunette teen answered.
As it happened, the one and only time Amanda had been fucked was the result of a combination of beer and marijuana having broken down her inhibitions. Her ravisher, an older guy she had met at the beach, had been clever enough to leave her tits alone, knowing somehow that she was self conscious about them. The sex was brief and not very memorable, but it had left Amanda deflowered and hesitant to smoke reefer again.
“Yeah, no shit,” giggled Tiffany. Isn’t that the idea?” The coeds passed the joint several times as Amanda continued to just say no.
“It makes me horny,” said Faith a few minutes later when the joint was just a smoldering roach.
“Oh yeah!” agreed Tiffany. “I could use a big fat dick right about now!”
“What about you, Mandy?” asked Faith. “Do you like dick?”
“What, me? Um, I don’t know…” she trailed off weakly.
“You don’t know? Maybe you like girls, then?”
“Ugh! That’s gross! I would never—”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, right Tiff?”
“Right, babe. In fact, I like what I see here in front of me.”
“You got that shit right. Shall we?” With that, each of the stoned coeds took one of Amanda’s hands.
“Hey–”
“Shh, don’t be scared.” The horny interns leaned in from each side and began to nuzzle the sides of her face and neck.
“Stop that…” she said, but they ignored her as Tiffany nibbled gently at her throat while Faith breathed hotly in her ear. Amanda felt a buzz of desire. This is crazy, she thought. Now Tiffany was kissing the side of her neck while Faith ran her lips across the girl’s ear, her neck, the side of her face. “Oh,” she gasped. Her mouth was suddenly very dry and her breath came in short rasps.
But when Faith placed a hand on her breast, the spell was broken. Amanda was way too hung up about her breasts to be okay with this, and she jumped up and practically ran to the door. It was locked. “Let me out!” she said angrily.
“Aw, don’t be that way,” said Faith. “We’re just having a little fun. If you relax you might like it.”
“No way! I’m not letting you touch me! Now let me out or I’ll scream!”
“You can scream all you want, nobody can hear you,” Tiffany said. “But we don’t want to give you a hard time. Let her out, Faith.”
“Alright, alright. Just give me a little kiss and I’ll let you out.”
“I’m not kissing you, you pervert!”
“Look kid, I know the combination and you don’t, so if you want to go you’ll have to give it up. Just a little peck.”
“Just a little peck?”
“Yeah. On the mouth, of course.”
“Fine, but make it quick. And I’m not a kid. You’re only, like, two years older than me.”
“Whatever. Now pucker up, baby.”
Amanda closed her eyes and puckered. When Faith’s lips touched hers she instantly tried to pull back, but the older girl’s hand was at the back of her head. When she began to protest her lips parted, allowing Faith’s tongue to slip into her mouth. Amanda started to push her away, but somehow the horror of another girl’s tongue in her mouth just wasn’t that horrible. Faith’s lips were soft, unlike the boys she’d kissed, and as the tongue swirled in her mouth she felt a tingling begin to build in her cootchie. In spite of her anger and humiliation she felt aroused. She knew that if she touched them now she would find her panties soaking wet. Her own tongue slid into Faith’s mouth.
“Ooo yeah, that’s hot!” Amanda opened her eyes to find that Tiffany was watching from just a foot or two away. She snapped out of her trance and pushed free.
“Alright. We had a bargain. Now let me out.”
“We were just starting to have fun, baby,” said Faith.
“Now!”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Faith said, unlocking the door. “We’ll see you around.”
By the time Amanda got home she was in a state of total confusion. She couldn’t deny that making out with Faith had made her incredibly hot–as hot as she’d ever been in her life. Did it mean she was gay? Was she going to start hanging out with the field hockey team, and quit shaving her legs? No, of course not! What the hell had happened?
Standing in front of the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, she quickly stripped off her clothes. She looked at her body as objectively as she could, and wondered if Faith and Tiffany (and Dr. Scott) thought she was attractive. “Am I a lesbian?” she asked herself.
With that she pulled back the covers and threw herself down on the bed. Her fingers went straight to her sensitive nipples. “Ohh,” she cried, “fuck!” One hand delved into her slippery pink folds and found her clit. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. This is it, she thought. I’m going to have an orgasm. She rubbed her clit faster and a series of small moans escaped her throat, one after another.
Just as the pleasure built to a level that seemed impossible to sustain there was a knock at the door.
“Amanda, can I come in?” her mother called.
“Uh, just a second!” She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her chin just as her mom came into the room.
“Hi, honey. I wanted to ask how things went tonight.”
“Fine Mom, fine.” She felt very exposed with only the thin sheet covering her naked body. Amanda’s mother, who had been only twenty when her daughter was born, looked at her with concern. The young brunette’s face was flushed and covered with beads of sweat.
“Honey, are you alright? Are you feverish?” She was about to put her hand on her daughter’s forehead when the scent of pussy reached her nostrils. It clicked immediately. Amanda had been masturbating.
“It’s okay Mom, I’m not sick. I–I just walked home really fast and I got overheated.”
“That’s fine, honey. I’ll let you get back to–I mean, I’ll let you get some rest now, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” Her mother turned so that Amanda wouldn’t see the smile on her face. “Goodnight dear.”
Amanda took a deep breath, relieved that she hadn’t been caught playing with herself. She sighed. The mood was lost. She turned off the light and rolled onto her side to go to sleep.
Back at the institution on Friday, Amanda was in a much better frame of mind. Tiffany and Faith hadn’t been there during Amanda’s Wednesday shift, and she had spent a good part of the evening working with Dr. Scott. He was funny and charming and the sweet teen developed something of a crush on the handsome doctor. He was unfailingly polite and hadn’t shown the least interest in her sexually–it was a little disappointing, really. Amanda was accustomed to men of all ages flirting and even openly hitting on her, but Dr. Scott treated her like a kid sister. She began to open up and feel very comfortable with him.
Faith and Tiffany hadn’t mentioned anything about the events of Monday evening, and by the time the end of their shift rolled around they were all friendly again. The two interns were chatting with the tall doctor outside the employee lounge as Amanda walked up.
“Hey kid, we’re going outside to get high,” said Faith. “Wanna come with us? You’re coming, right Derek?”
“Sure thing,” he answered.
“Dr. Scott! Really?” Amanda was shocked.
“Why not? I find that a little marijuana is medically sound after a long week.”
The girls all laughed. Amanda wasn’t sure what to do. She was a little afraid to smoke dope with the two college students, but she also didn’t want Dr. Scott to think she was a ‘just a kid.’ Getting high with him would be a good chance to hang out on a more adult level. Maybe if she only took a few drags it wouldn’t affect her judgment too badly.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said.
They stepped out a back door into the cool evening. Tiffany once again pulled a joint from her pack of Marlboro Lights and fired it up. She passed it to Dr. Scott, who took a hit before handing it to Faith. She inhaled deeply and passed it to Amanda. She only hesitated slightly before taking a hit. A little concerned that she would embarrass herself by coughing, the teenager didn’t suck as much smoke into her lungs as she might have. She passed the joint back to Tiffany.
The joint went around several more times, but Amanda only accepted it twice more, remembering her earlier resolve. What she didn’t know was that the weed was very high quality bud and it was laced with opium. The others smoked this mixture on a regular basis and they had built up something of a tolerance.
By the time the joint was gone everyone was stoned, but Amanda was totally ripped.
“Oh wow,” she said. “I feel sooo relaxed.” She started to giggle.
“Somebody’s wasted,” said Faith in a stage whisper. Amanda thought this was funny and giggled some more.
“You two keep her out of sight,” said Dr. Scott. “I need to go finish my rounds.”
“Where you goin’ sweet thang?” Amanda gurgled.
“I’ll catch you later, baby,” he grinned. Amanda didn’t see the wink he gave the two college girls. They stayed outside so that Faith and Tiffany could smoke a cigarette. Amanda was in a great mood. She felt like nothing could upset her, that she was ready for anything.
“So wha’d’ya say baby?” Faith began. “You wanna pick up where we left off the other night?”
“What?” Amanda laughed. Everything was funny.
“You know, you and me, a little tongue action.”
“Huh?” the stoned teenager said stupidly.
“Kiss me, you goddam little tease,” and with that Faith wrapped her arms around the hot teen and stuck her tongue in the girl’s mouth. Amanda’s eyes opened wide but she didn’t freak out. The dope she had smoked dulled her mind but inflamed her senses. A small part of Amanda’s brain was outraged, but it felt so good she just stood there and passively let the older girl kiss her.
Faith grabbed a handful of chestnut brown hair and placed the other hand on Amanda’s leg. Kissing passionately, the naughty coed slid her hand higher up Amanda’s thigh until her fingers brushed against damp panties. “Stop,” the sexy teenager said, but weakly. Her pussy tingled madly and her tits were aching to be squeezed.
Faith lifted her mouth from Amanda’s and looked at her. There was a troubled, confused expression on the face of the gorgeous teenager, but she didn’t try to remove the hand from her thigh. Faith took this as a green light. She caught Tiffany’s eye, and the blonde moved in behind Amanda and began to kiss the nape of her neck while Faith explored the young girl’s cunt lips through her panties.
“No–” she said, but when Faith began to rub her vulva in earnest Amanda’s head tipped back and her mouth fell open. Tiffany used her knee to move the teen’s legs apart slightly, allowing her to reach the girl’s pussy from behind. Her hand went up Amanda’s skirt and inside her panties.
In no time at all Tiffany was drilling the young brunette’s sopping pussy with two fingers while Faith was rubbing her clit. Having learned from their first experience with the busty teen, they left her tits alone–for now.
Amanda said, “No…no…no,” almost rhythmically, but the words didn’t hold any conviction–they came out as moans. Her body was completely given over to sensation. There was a need building inside her, and she had to satisfy it. Nothing else mattered, including her dignity, as the experienced fingers of the college coeds worked her pussy.
“Oh my God, yes,” Amanda said. “Fuck my pussy with your fingers!” She was grinding her mound against Faith’s hand while Tiffany’s fingertips caressed her G-spot. “Yes, yes, yes…”
Faith shot a look at Tiffany and they grinned. Amanda’s first-ever orgasm was fast approaching. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Yes…yes…YESSS! AHH—mmph!” Faith clamped a hand over the brunette teen’s mouth as her world exploded. She was aware of nothing except pleasure and a tremendous sense of relief. Her limbs trembled with the aftershocks, but Tiffany and Faith didn’t let up.
Amanda’s juices were running down Tiffany’s hand and the blonde coed was able to slip a third finger inside the bucking, spasming girl. Amanda reached another peak even higher than the first, and she bit down on Faith’s hand to keep from screaming. Her pleasure was so great that something snapped in her brain–synapses parted, wires tore loose–who knew it could be this good? Her body gave a lurch and then sagged. Amanda had passed out.
