I Am All Girl: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Sharing Secrets

Her metallic purple grand am pulled into the parking lot at the high school. As she shifted into park, Lyssa looked in her rear view mirror to check her makeup one final time before opening her door. Grabbing her backpack, she began to walk up to the front of the school. Her eyes scanned the crowd of kids also making their way into the school looking for her friend Whitney.

Whitney had already spotted Lyssa and was making her way up behind her newest friend. She too was wearing the school uniform, though hers seemed to be cut just a little more tightly than was prudent. Whitney's brunette hair was tied into pig tails that bounced as she walked along. Coming up behind Lyssa, she placed her hands over Lyssa's eyes and said, "Guess who!"

Lyssa spun around on the balls of her feet with a gasp. Then, seeing that it was her only friend in the new place, she hugged Whitney and replied, "Whitney, I'm so glad to see you. I was afraid I was going to have to find my way around this place all on my own."

"Nah, I wouldn't let you do that. Besides, I like to be seen entering the school with a beautiful girl by my side."

Lyssa didn't have time to ponder this statement as the 10 minute bell was just beginning to ring. Together the two girls made their way into the sea of students rushing into the building for the first classes of the year. By a happy coincidence, the two friends shared the first class of the day, English 4. Neither girl particularly cared for the subject, but it was required after all.

Upon entering the classroom, Lyssa began to make her way towards the front of the class, but Whitney grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the back. "You don't want to be a goody two-shoes and sit up there do ya? Come sit in the back with me."

Lyssa thought back to the time she had found out she wasn't really a girl, and how she had made sure she was always in the back of wherever and whatever was going on. She couldn't quite remember when she had decided to start sitting at the front of the classes again, probably in eighth grade when she had begun to get used to the fact she was different. However, she didn't think it would hurt to start sitting in the back of class again. "Ok," she replied and followed Whitney to the seats in the back of the class.

Class was rather boring, as most of them were for Lyssa. School just wasn't much of a challenge for her. She spent most of her time drawing in her notebook. She enjoyed drawing dragons, fairies, unicorns, and other mythical creatures. She had numerous notebooks full of them. Whitney also spent most of the class doodling in her notebook. However, her pictures were of a much more erotic nature. At one point, Lyssa looked over and saw what her friend was drawing and gasped a little more loudly than she should have. This brought a scowl from the teacher, and a sly wink from Whitney.

For the rest of the day, they walked together between classes. Their schedules weren't identical, but they did have a lot of the same classes, so Whitney was able to help Lyssa find her way around fairly easily. They even had lunch together. Lyssa had a wonderful grilled chicken salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette, and Whitney had a Caesar salad. Finally 7th period rolled around, athletics.

Both girls were going to try out for the volleyball team. Whitney figured she was a sure-in because she had been playing varsity for the Dragon's since her sophomore year. Lyssa knew she would have a fairly good chance herself as she too had been playing Varsity for two years. However, she was new at the school and would have to really show her stuff out there.

The girls went into the locker room to change, along with 20 other girls. There were only 15 spots on the team. That meant that 7 of these girls weren't going to make the team. Lyssa shyly began to strip off her clothes to change into their practice uniforms. Whitney however wasn't the least bit shy and was already standing there in nothing but a pair of pink thong panties. Her C breasts were beautiful rounded as only youth could make them. The nipples on her breasts stood fully erect from the slightly chilly air of the air conditioned locker room. Lyssa couldn't help but stare at them. They seemed so wonderful to her.

*****


"Mom, I want to get the implants. The doctors all say I'm old enough, and the psych doc even says I'm ready for such a big step in my transition." Lyssa put on the petulant face of a 12 year old, which she had perfected in the 4 years since she had turned 12.

"You realize that if we do that, it'll mean moving to a new school again, and having to do it over the summer so that it won't be so obvious and you'll have time to recover from the surgery." Her mother looked about ready give in and agree.

"I know. It isn't anything really. I don't really like this school anyways. Other than the volleyball team, I don't have any friends here. I think they know anyways. I am always having penis jokes made behind my back, and finding other things in my seat or by my lockers. I think a new place would be a good idea." Lyssa switched from her petulant face to a very endearing smile. "Please Mom?"

Her mother didn't instantly give in yet, so she pressed on. "Besides, school is out in a week, I am already 16, and the Doctor said he could get me in the first week after school was out."

"Ok," replied her mother, "I'll call him and set up the appointment." She reached out and stroked Lyssa's cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better or more beautiful daughter Lyssa. One step closer. My, you are getting to be so very grown up."

Lyssa burst forward and reached her arms around her mother, smothering her in a giant hug. "Thanks so very much Mom!"

*****


As she drifted back from her memory, Lyssa realized her hands were running across her 34C breasts. She hadn't been seeing them of course, but she was also staring right at Whitney's perky breasts. "Like anything you see there Lyssa?"

With a start, Lyssa came fully back into her surroundings. "Well, you do have very pretty breasts," she replied.

"Yours don't look too bad either," replied Whitney. "I certainly wouldn't mind seeing them."

"Oh you're terrible," retorted Lyssa. "Girls aren't supposed to look at each others breasts." Of course, the idea of Whitney looking at her breasts was very exciting to Lyssa. She could feel her penny growing between her legs where it was safely hidden away. This made sitting a little uncomfortable so Lyssa stood up off the bench.

Whitney winked, "Well, they may not 'supposed' to look at them, but how can a person not admire such beautifully crafted sculptures of flesh."

Lyssa's only reply was to blush and reach back to unhook her purple bra. Lyssa's breasts fell free of the bra after it was unhooked, and her nipples were erect, but from being sexually aroused rather than being cold. She pulled out her black sports bra and slid it on, followed by a plain green practice t-shirt.

While she did this, Whitney pulled on a gray sports bra and the green practice shirt with the black dragon stenciled on the back. The number 8 was screen printed on the front of the shirt. She had been wearing the same practice shirt for the past two years since she made varsity at her old school. She had had the dragon stenciled on the back since she was coming to this school.

The thing Lyssa liked most about wearing skirts for school uniforms is she could slide her athletic shorts on underneath the skirt without actually taking the skirt off first. This made it very convenient to change her skirt for shorts without anyone possibly finding out about what was between her legs. The teams plain black athletic shorts came to about mid-thigh once they were pulled on, and fit rather snugly. Her 28 inch waist and 36 hips filled out the shorts very nicely for her. At 124 pounds, Lyssa was slightly smaller than the ideal body weights for a girl with a small frame of 5'8" height. However, this suited her just fine, as it made her body more feminine in appearance. At size 4/6 in dress size, she was the envy of many of the genetic girls in her age group, and certainly admired by the men. Too bad she just wasn't interested in the men.

Now fully dressed for practice, both of the friends made their way out onto the gym floor. The other 20 girls were out there too. Standing in front of the group of girls was a familiar face to Lyssa, but a new face for all the returning girls. "My name," cried out the new coach, "is Rendano. You may call me Coach Rendano, or just Coach. I've been coaching girls volleyball at various levels for 12 years. The last 4 years I've been coaching at the Junior High/Middle School level. Coach Johnson was offered a position as an assistant coach at Texas A&M, so she couldn't pass it up. Principle Schultz and I have been friends for the last 10 years, and asked me to take over this position. So I agreed. Are there any questions before we get started?"

A couple of the girls who had been playing for Coach Johnson asked about their standings on the team that were "already established." Coach Rendano made no qualms about the fact that no one had any standing on the team at this point. The first week would be try outs. Grueling 3 hours of practice each day at the end of school. The one hour of 7th period, and two hours afterward. Each practice would start with a two mile warm up run, and end with a mile cool down run. There would be a lot of conditioning practice as well. She also let anyone know, that if they didn't think this was the kind of team for them, they could walk right now, and no one would say anything.

No one left the floor. Especially not Lyssa. She had played for Rendano for two years in Junior High. Then Texas had come out with the stupid "middle" school program and the 9th graders were moved up into the high schools. Lyssa was well aware of the rigors of playing for Coach Rendano, but she was also confident she could get her position of middle attacker again this year, on this team.

A brief warm up of stretching proceeded the two mile run, then the girls were off. Most of the girls struggled to complete the two mile run, as they weren't used to it. A handful, including Lyssa and Whitney were well conditioned and completed the run in under 16 minutes. The following practice was grueling, and Coach Rendano kept the girls going for the entire practice right up until the end run. A few water breaks were all the rest they had received during the practice, however just before the final run, Coach Rendano addressed them as a team again. "Good workout girls. Very impressive given that this was the first day. Tomorrow will be even tougher. So, if you think you are up for it, you can begin your mile cool down run. If you don't, hit the showers and report to the PE class tomorrow. Oh, and girls, take it easy on this run. It is to cool down, a 10 minute-mile pace is more than fast enough for this run." Coach Rendano turned then and went into the coaches office.

After the run was over, Lyssa slumped against her locker panting. Whitney fell down next to her. "Oh my god that was brutal," exclaimed Whitney.

"She wasn't kidding when she said tomorrow would be tougher," replied Lyssa.

Whitney looked askance at Lyssa. "You know her?

"Yes."

"You played for her at one of your schools before huh."

"Uh huh."

"Wow. You certainly couldn't tell, she certainly didn't act like she knew you."

"She may not have recognized me from before, I've...developed more."

Whitney didn't seem to think that statement was odd at all and stood up to get into her locker, grabbing out her shampoo, some soap, and her shower shoes. She placed the items on the bench and began to strip. Those perfectly shaped breasts were the first thing to become free to the air. After that, in one motion she pulled her shorts and pink thong off, tossing all the clothes into the bottom of her locker. Whitney's brunette pubic hair exactly matched the hair on her head, and was very neatly trimmed into a landing strip.

Lyssa found herself staring at the beautifully manicured strip of hair when Whitney asked, "See anything you like there?" Her voice had a certain seductive quality to it this time.

Without thinking Lyssa replied, "Very much so." Then she seemed to realize the question she had been asked and what her answer had been and began to stammer out, "I, well, that is, um..."

Giggling, "Don't worry hon, I don't mind." Whitney bent down and whispered in Lyssa's ear, "I like girls too!" She brushed a finger against Lyssa's cheek as she stood up and turned to head into the showers. "See ya in the shower."

As she sat there blushing fiercely, Lyssa began to change back into her school uniform. Naturally, she never took her showers at school. She was just pulling her blazer back on when Whitney returned a towel wrapped around her body and a second one wrapped around her head. "Not going to shower Lys?"

"No, I think I'll wait til I get home. I have a thing against foot fungus, so I only shower at my house." It was a convenient and believable cover she had worked out a couple years ago and seemed to satisfy most people without too many questions.

"I'd love to see where you live. We've been practicing and getting along together so long. I think it is high time we start hanging out outside of school and volleyball."

"Sure, that'd be great." Lyssa hung up her work out shorts and shirt then shouldered her backpack. She tried not to stare overly much as Whitney got herself dressed again in the school uniform. It was hard not to admire those perky breasts, and she has such a nice firm heart shaped butt too. It didn't help that Whitney seemed to be trying to make a show out of her body as she was getting dressed.

Whitney hung her workout clothes up on the hooks on her locker once she was finished dressing. She hadn't put her thong back on though, and stuffed that into her backpack before throwing it onto her shoulders. "Ready?"

"Absotively."

"Posilutely!" The girls giggled and chattered all the way out to their cars. Lyssa led the way to her home with Whitney following close behind.

They pulled into the drive way of the 5 bedroom house. The three car garage had a driveway to match and there was plenty of room for the two cars to park next to each other. Lyssa's mother's car wasn't in the driveway right now. As Whitney stepped out of her car she said in an awe-struck voice, "What a beautiful home!"

"It's pretty nice. Mom does some free-lance computer geek work stuff. We live pretty comfortably."

"Comfortably, this place is a mansion. She makes enough money doing contract work to afford this place?"

"No. That is just to keep herself busy." Lyssa spoke a little lower now when she made the next statement. "Dad was a doctor, and dabbled in real estate on the side. He had a 5 million dollar life insurance policy when he died. Mom hired an accountant who, as he phrases it, diversified our portfolio to maximize our income potential. Basically, we make almost half a million dollars a year in interest. So, yeah, we live comfortably."

Whitney whistled softly. She walked up and hugged Lyssa. "I'm sorry about your dad dieing. I had no idea."

Lyssa slid one arm around her friend, "Most of the time it isn't a big deal. I was only a month old when he died, so it wasn't like I knew him."

"Still, it must've been rough growing up without a father."

Waving her hand at the house, Lyssa replied, "We get by, and manage to take care of ourselves."

They spent the next several minutes taking a tour of the house. Lyssa showed Whitney all the bedrooms, the living room, kitchen, den, bathrooms, game room, and even the swimming pool out back. Once they were back in her own room she said, "Wait right here, I need to shower and change ok?"

Whitney grabbed one of the magazines from Lyssa's night table and stretched out on the bed. "Sure thing."

Lyssa grabbed a fresh pair of underwear, t-shirt, and shorts before she headed out of the room and to her bathroom. After turning the water on, she stripped herself down and stared at herself in the mirror. With thoughts of Whitney in her head, she began to run her hands along her body and across her breasts. Her nipples immediately responded by getting hard as did her penny.

She was apparently moaning more loudly than she thought while pleasuring herself, because after only a couple minutes she heard a knock on the door. "You ok in there?"

"Yes, fine, why?" She was mortified. Whitney was standing outside the bathroom door and had heard her. Lyssa hadn't realized how into touching herself she had gotten. Her penny stood at full attention gripped in one hand. Color suffused her cheeks right then.

"Well you were making some awfully nice noises in there!"

"I was just...wait what?"

"I said it sounded like you were getting yourself off in there!"

Walking to the door, her erection leading the way, Lyssa opened the door a crack and peered out to see Whitney standing outside the door. She was naked as a jay bird except for a smile that seemed to go from one ear to the other. "What are you..."

"I thought maybe you'd like someone to wash your back for you!" Whitney winked at Lyssa and posed herself in a very inviting way.

"I, uh, I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Lyssa couldn't help to keep her eyes from taking in every inch of her friends beautiful body. Her erection plainly told the story of how much she wished Whitney would come in though.

She turned a little bit and started back down towards the bedroom. "Well, if you don't want a beautiful girl to wash your back then..." she let her voice trail off in a seductive manner.

"It isn't that, I just have, body issues."

"Why, you're perfect. I've seen almost all of your body, and I can say, you're gorgeous. I would love to place my hands all over your body, my lips too!" She smiled and winked with her last sentence.

Lyssa sputtered a little not sure what to say. Her friend wanted to get sexual, and Lyssa did too, very much so. She just didn't know what would happen when Whitney found out about her penny. "I'd like that. I'd like very much to have you wash my back. Your hands look like they are so soft. Oh how I've thought about them caressing my skin, I just..."

"What, there isn't anything you could say, do, or show me that I would have a problem with."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Well, why don't you just let me in then, and I'm sure I can make whatever it is, feel so good you will never worry about it again!"

So Lyssa opened the door to the bathroom and stood there, naked. Her erection was pointing up at Whitney's face, and her round breasts had hard nipples pointed at Whitney too. Whitney gasped, but not in disgust, it was very plainly excitement. "Oh, My, Gods! You have a cock!"

She missed the inflection in the tone and assumed that Whitney was offended. She tried to cover herself, placing one hand across her breasts and the other trying to hide her 9 inch cock, unsuccessfully. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you won't ever talk to me again, but please don't go..."

Whitney interrupted the sentence by placing her lips onto Lyssa's and wrapping her arms around her friend. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lyssa's arms were pinned between the two bodies, but that would soon be remedied. After she parted their lips, Whitney said, "That's so friggin cool. I have never had a girlfriend with a built in cock before!"

Lyssa blushed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Other than her mother, no one who knew about her penny had ever liked it before. "You really like it?"

"Oh hells yeah. Talk about the best of both worlds!" Whitney leaned in and kissed her friend again. As she kissed Lyssa, her hands began to run softly up and down her friends back. Lyssa began to relax and loosen up. She pulled her body back enough to free her hands and wrapped her arms around Whitney. Pressing their bodies tightly together.

Whitney parted the kiss and stepped back a little, reaching down, she took Lyssa's cock into her hand. "So, what do you call it?"

"Well, Mom always called it a penny, so that is what I called it. I guess she thought penis would be too obvious to me when I got older. As it was, I didn't really figure it out until I was in 7th grade."

Slowly she stroked her hand up and down the shaft of the cock as Whitney replied, "Well, I like that, but I hope you don't mind, I am a bit of a dirty girl, and I like the word cock. For me, I want you to call it a cock from now on."

"Ok."

Whitney bent down and kissed the tip of Lyssa's cock as her hand continued stroking the shaft. Then she began to flick her tongue against the tip of it. Lyssa moaned and reached a hand out to run through Whitney's hair. Whitney then took the head of the cock into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around it. Sliding more of the cock into her mouth she soon had the whole length in her throat before pulling back off and lightly kissing the tip again. "How was that?"

"Oh my that felt good, I have never..."

"It's ok honey, I don't mind that you're a virgin. Because after today, you won't be." Whitney smiled as she took the cock into her mouth again and began to slide it into her throat again. Her head began to bob up and down on the thick cock, occasionally taking it deep throat.

Lyssa's moans got louder and louder and it was all she could do to stay standing upright while her cock was being sucked on. Her hands drifted through her friends hair. She wasn't guiding, just enjoying. Her knees began to feel week as she could feel an orgasm building. However, that was when Whitney pulled the cock out of her mouth and stood up. "Um, so nice. I'd never have thought you had a cock, let alone such a long and thick one. We don't want you to cum yet though. I want to feel your cock in my pussy!"

"Really? Oh wow this is so amazing." She felt so stupid after she made that comment, just like someone who hadn't had sex before, which she hadn't.

Seeing her friend blushing again, Whitney said, "Don't worry hon, every one is a bit off their first time. I'm not worried about it." She smiled and leaned in to kiss her friend again. "But first, I want want you to eat my pussy." When she saw the look of hesitation on her Lyssa's face she said, "Don't worry hon, I'll guide you through it. I promise you'll like it!"

With that she climbed onto the counter and spread her legs open. She placed her hands on the insides of her thighs and stroked up and down them. "This is a pussy. I don't mean like they teach us in sex ed though." She moved one hand up to point at her pubic hair, "I have my hair trimmed into what is called a landing strip. Some say it is to guide some one here." she says moving her finger down to her pussy. "The labia are so sensual, and sensitive. When you eat my pussy, start by just running your tongue up and down my labia." Using two fingers she spread the labia open revealing her clitoris. "Here's my clit. Very, very sensitive. Sucking on this'll make a girl cum fast. However, you want to be gentle and work your way to it slowly. It is easy to overstimulate the clit and turn the pleasure into pain." Next she slid a finger into her hole, "And here's where your cock'll go." She took her finger out and stuck it in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.

Lyssa bent down and slowly took her tongue down the left thigh until it glided across the labia. Whitney gasped in pleasure and reached up a hand to grasp Lyssa's auburn hair. Gently she guided Lyssa's head and tongue between her legs so that soft slow gentle strokes of the tongue coated her labia. Whitney's pussy was getting very wet, both from her friends tongue and her growing excitement.

Each moment the tongue closed in on the clit. Removing a hand from Lyssa's hair, Whitney spread her labia open, exposing her clit. "Flick your tongue against it dear." Lyssa happily complied. With each flick on the tongue a moan escaped Whitney's lips. "Suck it Lyssa. Suck on my clit." She did, and soon, Whitney was moaning loudly as her clit was being suckled. "Put a finger in my pussy," she prompted. Again Lyssa quickly obeyed. The finger plunged in and out of the pussy as the lips suckled on the clit.

Whitney cried out as her first orgasm coursed through her body. A gush of vaginal fluids poured from her pussy coating Lyssa's face. Lyssa pulled back quickly, not realizing what had happened. "What was that?"

"That was my orgasm dear. I'm a squirter. That one wasn't very powerful, but I'm sure you'll get better at it."

"A squirter?"

"Yes, some women have such powerful orgasms that they literally squirt with them. Squirting is the holy grail of female orgasms. For your first attempt, that wasn't bad. I wasn't even sure I'd get that much of an orgasm."

Blushing seemed to be becoming a habit for Lyssa, but she didn't really mind. Whitney slid off the counter and stood before Lyssa and stroked her cheek. "Now, I want to feel your cock inside my pussy!"

"Ok"

Whitney turned around and bent over onto the counter. She was also 5'8" tall, so everything was just at the right height for Lyssa. Inexpertly Lyssa came up behind Whitney and placed the tip of her cock against Whitney's pussy and started to push it in. Whitney's pussy was so wet from the recent orgasm that Lyssa's thick cock slid in quite easily. Both of the girls moaned as the thick cock slid inside. "Wow that feels good Whitney," said Lyssa.

"Glad you like it! Now, slowly at first, start pulling it out and pushing it back in!" Lyssa did as she was told, and slowly the cock slid in and out of the dripping wet pussy. "A little faster now. That's it, more, faster, harder..." Whitney kept up her verbal coaxing as Lyssa's cock slid in and out of her pussy.

However, this being her first time, it wasn't meant to last long and Lyssa's orgasm raced through her body. Hot cum began to pump out of the end of her cock and deep inside of Whitney's pussy. Lyssa held her throbbing cock inside of the wet pussy while her orgasm continued to rock her body. Once the wave of ecstasy passed however, she quickly pulled her cock out. "Oh no! Oh my god!"

"Don't worry about it hon, I'm on the pill," said Whitney as she stood up and turned around to face Lyssa. "You're no longer a virgin either. Happy Birthday!"

"Happy...Oh, I had totally forgot it was my birthday." Both girls giggled as the leaned in to kiss each other. “Happy Birthday to you too!”