Lizzie Frucosi lay in her bed and stirred restlessly, a whimper escaping from her trembling lips. And then, as the light of the sun broke through her bedroom window she suddenly opened her eyes and bolted awake. For a moment she just sat there, motionless, as the fog of sleep swirled within her mind. And then the fog slowly drifted away and with it a web of strange dreams. And the look of confusion and fear that had lined her face suddenly softened and disappeared and with a loud yawn she raised her arms and rubbed her eyes and then swung herself out of her bed.
She went downstairs and poured herself a tall glass of orange juice. It was refreshing and cool and banished the last hints of sleep from Lizzie's brain. And whatever it was that she had dreamed, whatever it was that had made her whimper in the dark hours before dawn, they too were banished and utterly forgotten.
After eating a quick breakfast, Lizzie headed back upstairs and went into her bathroom. She turned on the tub and let the warm water flow out until it began to fill the room with steam. Her pajamas were quickly removed and her panties too and then she stepped into the tub. With the turn of a knob the shower head roared to life, spraying jets of hot water down onto her. She lifted her face into the stream of water, letting it soak into her hair and run down her cheeks and flow in hot rivulets over her body. Grabbing a bar of soap, Lizzie gently ran her hands over her shoulders, across her tummy, and down her lithe legs. She breathed deeply as the steam soaked into her skin, and the clean froth of the soap washed away the dirt and sweat of the night.
And then her hands reached up to her chest and began to massage her small, pancake breasts. Her nipples hardened and a pleasant sigh escaped from her mouth as she rubbed the bar of soap against her flesh. And for a long time Lizzie stood there, the lather growing thick upon her breasts as her hands caressed her pouty titties, swirling in circles around her dark red areolas, pressing down onto her stiff nips, rubbing hard across her fluttering chest as the hot water spraying down on her slowly turned cool.
And then a knock came suddenly at the bathroom door and her mom called out, "Hey, don't take forever in there, you don't want to be late for school."
Startled out of her reverie, Lizzie dropped the soap, squeezed some shampoo into her palm, and quickly washed her hair. She hadn't realized how long she'd been taking and, her focus now returned, speedily finished her morning shower. As she toweled off though, her attention was once again taken up by her chest. The feeling of the soft towel brushing up against her breasts was electrifying. Lizzie was amazed, she'd never felt so sensitive, so aroused before. She looked down at herself as she forced her hands to drop the towel and a look of surprise filled her eyes. Reaching out to the clouded bathroom mirror, she wiped away the steam and stared at her reflection. Stared at her breasts.
She'd long since stopped paying attention to them. After their initial little growth spurt when she'd first felt the changes of puberty, they hadn't done much. They were small and, well, as that good book says, mostly harmless. And, after a few years of zero-growth, Lizzie had resigned herself to their stubborn refusal to come out and play. But today something was different. With her hand she tentatively reached up to one breast and squeezed it. She shivered with delight at the touch. Her breasts were tender and oh so sensitive. And they were... kind of puffy, Lizzie thought. Swollen. Oh, they weren't actually bigger, she hadn't gained a cup size or anything. But there was definitely something happening. At the very least, Lizzie thought with a grin, she looked more perky than usual.
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