Hair Trigger

I didn’t feel it until I got new underwear. Not really, not like this… Solo, Masturbation, Pubescence, Discovery,

I outgrew the old ones, so they got tight, and I bugged mom to get me new ones. It wasn’t until I ripped the seams around the leg-holes, just so they wouldn’t cut into my thighs when I walked.

So, the next set were lose, and stretchier for me to grow into. Still tight enough around the waist, and leg-holes that they didn’t ride up over my butt cheeks. Like my swimsuits, for instance.

That was still a problem, and I pulled them out under the water at the pool. To keep anyone from seeing them, but the old one piece was lycra. So, it stretched, and I didn’t need a new one until it stretched too tight around the legs.

I got out, and went to rinse the water off in the shower. So, the chlorine didn’t bleach my towel, but I had the changing room to myself. So, after I took the swimsuit off, I checked myself out in the mirror. Drying off while the wet suit drip dried a little.

My first clue that it was starting was I sprouted first. Some of my friends started in the training bras, either lumps under there nipples, or circles around them. I even knew a girl my age who got A cup bras to wear, but I don’t remember what size.

None of them were at the pool, so I cooled off alone, and came to get ready for going home. I gave up counting, when I got to hairs I wasn’t sure I’d counted yet, but at least 20. Scrubbed dry, I smoothed them out to a triangle, like wings I thought were kinda pretty?

I don’t know, I got the talks, mostly with my friends who were going through some of the same changes, but most of them were further along, except the hair department. At least under the arms, it’s not like we showed off out crotches when we’re changing, or playing dressup. I wasn’t looking forward to the bleeding, but when I pulled my new panties up, I felt them roll, and crinkle.

“Huh!” I even shivered a little, and goosebumps popped out all over. I giggled at the new sensation, but I had some idea what that might be, and putting on more clothes just made it worse.

I had to move around, bend over, and step into my shorts, one leg at a time which made the loose cotton pull back and forth. Then, pulling my top on (I didn’t bother with the training bra, and wore my swimsuit under my clothes when it was dry.) That gave me a break to get used to the warmth that was building up in my panties.

I looked up, and saw the blush on my cheeks. Even my lips ware darker, as if I put on makeup, and felt smoother when I toughed them. The tiny wrincles stretched out, too tiny to see unless I touched them, and they were warmer, too.

Which made me unbutton my shorts, and pull them out. My new panties, and I couldn’t see my other lips, but that pulled the padded crotch up. So the curls poked them, and I felt down. “Oh! Oohoohoohooh!” It didn’t tickle, but it kinda tingled? The hairs stood on end, so every time I touched one, it made the roots twist, and the curled end brush where I used to have none.

Not on my sex, but right above there. I barely felt down to see if the wrincles from my shriveled labia stretched out there, too. I couldn’t really tell with the curls between my legs, but before I could drop them to check in the mirror again.

A woman walked in on me, with another girl, and a little boy in shorts. “Oh,” I tucked my top in, and buttoned up. “I’m done, so you can have it.” Another minute, and they would have caught me with my pants down, and probably rubbing myself the way I had to get home to figure out, but I knew what that was.

It had to be sexual, my first experience even being turned on was triggered by wearing panties that were too loose. I guess the whole idea of “Cameltoe” was misleading. I hadn’t really thought about it much besides I’ll worry about that stuff later, when I’m older.

Until it was later, and I was almost 10. Growing pubic hairs, and the tight underwear just bothered me. In fact, it was a big turnoff, but with a little room in there, with clean dry hair, they could stand on end, and tickle around the genital area to start things rolling.

Speaking of which, putting my shorts on was bad enough, but kicking my skateboard was even worse. So, I hurried to get home, anxious to start exploring these feelings even further, but I didn’t make it. I made it to the hill, and the bottom of it. I’m not sure whether the vibrations played apart, or just the general sexual frustration, but when I almost rolled to a stop, I put my foot down to kick, and that really rubbed me the right way.

So, I stopped, and picked it up, but I was almost to the bridge. I didn’t want to wait no more, so I carried that around the guardrail, and down the hill. Wrinkled my nose at the ammonia smell, and just dropped my board to sit on. Get my shorts open, and lay back on the concrete hill. Pull the front of my panties out, then pinch them with my fingers so they just brushed my hairs.

“Oh, oh!” Then, my hips started moving, and that felt good, so I put my wrist down, and humped, which felt even better. “OH OH!” My moans echoing loudly between the Ibeams they had to hold the bridge up, since there was no traffic, and the trickling water. Not to mention the stale pee smell, it was hard enough to pay attention to what I was doing, but finally, it hit me.

“OHHHHH! Ohh, oh.” I had to check later if there were any artificial fibers in there. Since the roots made me tingle, and then the twitching set off sparckles, I imagined static electricity building up in there, so tiny blue lighting danced around between the hairs, and made lights dance in my eyelids.

Well, kinda. I mean yeah, the panties were 100% cotton, but the liner was polyester micro-fiber according to the label. it didn’t look, or feel like polar fleece, but it was red, just in case of. Something, to hide the stains, with a red lining.

I don’t know whether that’s one that builds up sparks if you rub it on natural fibers, but you’d think the makers of big girl panties would figure that out, before they sold them in cotton underwear, for girls with pubes. I’m sure it was just my first Orgasm, and the lights dancing in my eyes might have helped that image, too.

Then, I pulled my underwear up tight, over my hips, and buttoned my shorts up tight under the waistband so it wouldn’t slip back down. That made the legs ride up, so I had to pick the seat out constantly on my way up the hill. Finally, I got home to check my panties for any bleeding. Not from my cherry, I didn’t get anywhere close to that, but it just took a while for it to start leaking.

On the way back, I got wet, and the tight crotch made the creases rub together, but that was a turn-off. Because I was afraid that I somehow triggered my period, which is great as far as moving onto the next stage, but bad as far as dealing with gross stuff like that. Right after I played with my panties, the first time.

Nope, it just made me wet, but on the inside. So it took a while to start leaking out, and kicking my board down the sidewalk might have helped. It looked like snot more than anything, but didn’t smell like anything (Except my snot. I can’t smell that, because I’m used to it being up my nose all the time.) Then I checked the label to see if those electric shocks were real, or imagined.

I’m gonna say imagined, but when it’s that intense, there’s no telling what might pop into your head, just like dreaming. At least for me, I ever really talked to anybody else about orgasms, yet. It never happened exactly like that again, but since I was wet, and nobody was bothering me in our bedroom. I locked the door, and got naked to see what I could do with that new found sexy fluid, and my slippery creases…

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