For as long as I can remember I’ve never really fitted in. At school in the changing rooms after Phys. Ed. the other girls would stare at me, confused by my large breasts and crazy coloured tights. I was always too shy to stare back; scared they might find out what I was thinking.

I was good at sports; football was my favourite. I’d be out there in all weathers in my regulation white vest and maroon knickers. It didn’t matter how cold it got I liked it all the same. Mud splattered all over my legs reaching up to my thighs as I bustled against the other girls. The colder it got the harder I tackled. It wasn’t unusual to end up on your arse soaked through to your pants, usually in goal where the turf had worn away to reveal slick muddy patches, perfect for staining clothes and getting clogged in hair. I loved it all the same.

It was through football I started to prove myself, started to gain popularity with the other girls. Even though I looked different to them they couldn’t deny my skill.

At 18, I stood five foot eight inches in my trainers and weighed ten stone, most of which seemed to sit on my bust. I had cropped blonde tufts of hair poking out at all angles, but because of my heavy breasts on my otherwise muscular frame no one could mistake me for a boy.

I wasn’t the teen crush I sound because there was one problem. Well one problem at the core, many parts that gave way to it.

Firstly I didn’t wear skirts that showed off pastel pink panties like Jenny in 3E, neither did I expose a lace stocking top revealing firm thighs to the science professors in assembly like Erica the Swedish exchange student. I wore long skirts with bright tights underneath that you only caught a glimpse of when I was running late for class. I wore tops that hid my ample cleavage. There were no love hearts on my folders for Darren, David, Desmond or Duke.

There was however, one love heart for Daphne.

Daphne, Daphne, Daphne. She was my science partner and the second to head cheerleader for our football team, the Tigers on which I was the only girl. She was dating Stuart, the only boy in the whole school to defend my amazing goal attacks.

Through the winter term the Tigers had beaten four of the six local schools, we were heading for the county trophy thanks to me and to Stuart. Finally the girls in the changing rooms weren’t being so tough on me. They no longer laughed at my tights and my hair but said how great their boyfriends said I was on the turf, they also said they didn’t feel jealous, after all what boy wanted to date a girl like me?

I didn’t care, the more they looked the other way and forgot about disliking me the longer I could spend shifting my gaze to the Swedish exchange student unclasping her bra to reveal her pert tiny breasts. I noticed she wore a B cup and was almost lost inside it. I thought back to the girls five aside that morning in the icy wind pressing my back against her hard nipples as she tried to tackle the ball from beneath my feet. I was too good. To her credit she stayed with the ball for almost a minute chasing after me, her chest pushed tight against my back, her hips trying to hook round to where I’d positioned the ball.

‘Katie – you are too good’ she giggled ‘how will we ever catch up? I do not think even the boys could beat you, no?’

Her hot breath prickled against my skin felt good, but it wasn’t Daphne’s so I rushed forward stealing the ball and kicking it to the back of the net. In the all girls game it was guaranteed my team would win, so I wasn’t even excited the only time I can score with girls is on this pitch. I laughed to myself.

As the next match for the Tigers grew nearer so did my science project deadline. I can’t even remember what it was on now, something to do with algae.

To finish the project Daphne agreed to come to my house after school and before football practice where she could swoon over Stuart building up a sweat on the pitch.

The idea of them together made me sick, Stuart could barely run to the end of the pitch, I’m sure that’s why he was in goal. Sometimes, if we’d lost a game I’d go to bed and think of Daphne, then just as we were about to kiss, our body heat rising, cradling her breast in my palm I would think of Stuart missing the oppositions’ attack and letting a goal in. Then I would think of them together, missionary position, him heaving away, her bored thinking of how to do her hair or her science project, or me. Then the fantasy would start at the beginning again.

The first time Daphne came to my house we had a little over an hour study time before we had to head back to school for football practice and her beloved Stuart.

I missed maths and ran home so I could spend a full hour in the bath before she arrived. Plunged deep in the water so hot it almost ached I planned all the things I should and shouldn’t do.

Don’t look down her top was the first on my list, followed shortly by no unnecessary contact. Soon I was thinking about smelling her soft perfume as I took her coat and delicately kissing her exposed neck, letting her fall lightly onto my bed where I would run my hands the length of her body pausing at her breasts and then the curve of her stomach before reaching lower.

I wasn’t really sure what to do when I did get that far, sure I knew how my own body worked but I had no idea how to please Daphne. In warm up on the pitch the guys often talked of what they did with their girlfriends but it all seemed very rushed and rough, there was never any caressing or lingering on a soft touch and it was always taking place in an alley or the back of a car or worse at a friend’s party in a stranger’s bedroom.

I didn’t have time to think about this any longer because my mother was calling to me that Daphne was here. She was early. I jumped out of the bath and still wet hurriedly wrapped a towel around me and ran into my bedroom. I headed straight to the wardrobe dropping the towel to the ground and searching for a dress to fling over my head.

I bent down checking in the draws beneath the wardrobe, all the time moving like a zombie from a cheap film with my arms and legs spread to try and dry faster.

It was only when I turned around, knickers and bra in hand I saw Daphne was sitting on my bed. I let out a little yelp from shock then instinctively covered my breasts with my arms.

There she was sitting on the edge of my bed, her fingers subconsciously tracing the stitching on my quilt cover trying to avert her eyes.

‘Sorry, your mum let me in I – I didn’t realise’ she stopped there, clearly as embarrassed as I was. I stumbled back to the door grabbing a half dirty dress from a nearby chair.

‘No – don’t go!’ she said hastily, then after a pause ‘I mean this is your bedroom, I can wait outside.’

‘Thanks’ I muttered. She made no sign of moving.

‘It’s just like changing after Phys. Ed I guess.’ Daphne was looking right at me.

‘I guess’ I replied.

I was still not dried off properly and as I slipped my knickers on they stuck to my wet behind uncomfortably. I turned away from her to put my bra on, silly really having stood there naked for the last minute and a half, I guess it was habit.

In my nervousness I couldn’t do my bra up properly, I was starting to shake from shock; she would never come to my house again, she would tell the whole school about this.

When she said let me help you my heart nearly skipped a beat. She walked over and stood behind me untangling the straps of my underwear. I could feel her hair fall on my shoulders and then her breath on my neck. I had never imagined anything like this, what was she doing?

The heat from both our bodies radiated tensely, it was if the energy from our lust was heating up the room. I would turn around and kiss her. As I started to turn she patted me on the back lightly ‘All done’ she smiled and resumed her position on the edge of the bed.

I was confused, for a second I was sure she wanted to touch me, that she had wanted me to touch her. For the next hour we studied in virtual silence. The time dragged on and I started to wonder if I had made a mistake, what if I only thought I felt her breath on my neck, her soft hair on my shoulders?

My mother drove us both to football practice. On the field I let out my frustrations by kicking the ball into Stuart’s gut, half winding him. Afterward, outside the changing rooms Stuart had Daphne pushed against the wall. They were kissing roughly and he had his hands stuck down her shorts. I could see him circling those big ape hands roughly between her legs. It looked like he was tightening a cog; I would never touch her like that. You’re not in mechanics now I thought rudely.

As I walked past Daphne broke away from the kiss to remind me we were meeting at my house again tomorrow. Stuart grinned at me and for a second I thought she’d told him about what happened in my bedroom, but he just said ‘Good game Katie’ I nodded then walked home.

In the twenty-four hours between the time Daphne left my house and when she returned I thought a lot about what had happened. Eventually I reasoned she was a cheerleader and comfortable with her own body and other peoples. Cheerleaders probably did that sort of thing all the time.

When I got home after school Daphne was already waiting for me, I guess this time she was the one to skip the last class of the day, but why? She wasn’t due here for another hour.

‘That girl has a thing about punctuality’ my mother laughed as I passed her in the hall. ‘She’s waiting in your room’

I walked in and sure enough Daphne was waiting patiently on my bed. I dropped the heavy pile of textbooks on my desk and closed the bedroom door behind me. As I turned to face her Daphne pushed me against the door and began to roughly kiss me, it was a shock to feel her hot tongue darting into my mouth, then she began to pull at my skirt fumbling around. It was all too much. It was horrible, if anything it reminded me of last summer when I let Billy Mendes kiss me at the football beach party apart from the stubble it was just as bad.

‘Stop’ I gasped pushing her back, I guess I was stronger than I realised because she fell hard on her arse.

‘I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that, I don’t know’ she looked like she was about to cry, her golden hair was messy and her make up smudged.

‘No, I want to; I really do’ I said ‘just not like that’

‘How then?’ she looked confused. I got up and wedged my chair against the door thinking of each night I’d done it before to stop my mother walking in on me fantasising about the girl I was now in this room with.

We sat facing each other on our knees and I slowly brushed away the hair from her face and started to kiss her cheeks and then her lips. She pushed forward eagerly opening her mouth wide, but soon stopped when I moved back.

After running my fingers through her hair and lightly scratching her neck I rewarded her patience with a long kiss. She responded kissing me deeply – giggling when I let her take control and push her tongue into my mouth, not harsh and rough like the kiss she’d tried at the door but full and luscious.

My head was reeling, I knew what I wanted to do but not how to do it. I ran my thumbs over her nipples and felt they were hard through her Tigers cheerleader tee shirt. She lifted her top up exposing an inch above her cleavage. I tried to take her tee shirt off but she pulled away shaking her head so I slipped her breasts out of the padded cups of her bra and took her nipple in my mouth. As I sucked and tweaked as gently as I could Daphne leaned further and further back until she was lying on the rough carpet of my bedroom floor.

I was on top of her, on all fours, I bit lightly around her nipples and let my shines burn as I responded to her hand which had crept up to rub against my knickers searching desperately until she heard me moan. Whenever I let out a little noise she would focus on that spot and press her fingers through the soft material rocking me gently back and forth.

Soon she had to let her hands slip away from me because my kisses were edging lower past her small triangular stomach muscles and pausing at her belly button.

Daphne’s skin was salty against my tongue and I would have stayed caressing her stomach for hours, but she lifted up her skirt and gripped it firmly around her waist, her fingers bunched into tight fists.

With her legs spread I began massage the insides of her thighs, I think I’d seen it on a film before and it seemed to work because she tilted her head back and started lifting her pelvis toward me.

This was it, the edge of discovery with the girl who earned hearts on the inside of my diary. I pressed my face carefully against her white cotton panties and she smelt a mix of warm yeasty bread and a sharp fresh smell from the lemony fabric conditioner on her underwear.

I searched around pushing my nose against her clitoris breathing in deeply. I tried licking the cotton but the soft buds kept sticking to my tongue so I nudged my nose lower. Soon enough a small wet circle had appeared through her panties. I pressed my fingers over it softly at first and she lifted to push against my touch. Through the cotton my fingers were pushing deeper into the thick wet patch.

Daphne reached down and pulled her panties to one side, the elastic rubbing against her clit, she began to tug at her knickers harder creating as much friction against her delicate clitoris as she could bear. With her free hand she pushed my face between her legs.

Taking care not to move the elastic, I spread her outer lips and looked properly for the first time at another girl’s vagina. Not just any girl’s, but Daphne’s.

Her pubic hair was wiry to the touch and much darker, it felt coarse under my fingers and I circled the curls to reveal her wet pussy. I dipped my tongue in gently at first a if trying a new flavour of yogurt, then as my confidence grew I lapped deeper tasting the hot sweet scent deep to the back of my tongue.

When my face was covered with her juices and I could taste her everywhere she pulled me up to face her. We kneeled opposite each other, waiting to see who would move first.

‘Kiss me please – I want to taste it’ she whispered frantically. As we kissed she started to moan and grip tightly at my short tufts of hair. She straddled me rubbing her wet clitoris against the mounting pressure of my thigh. Slipping her free hand into my knickers she pushed against the matt of my pubic hair frantically searching for the warm pulse inside. Using two fingers she spread my lips then dug her thumb hard against my clit. Slipping further Daphne pushed her thumb deep inside of me and I began to grind against her.

Soon we found our rhythm; she had soaked my thigh hysterically sliding against it as she rocked toward me forcing me to do the same to feel her thumb and now two fingers buried inside of me.

‘More’ I breathed into her ear and keenly she pushed harder.

‘I want you to do something’ she told me, our eyes locking for a moment. Before waiting for an answer Daphne guided my hands. She took my left hand and placing it between us guided three of my fingers to slide into her hot pussy, my fingers slipped easily inside and I began to circle them with increasing force. My right hand was steered to the base of her spine and then she slowly directed my index finger into her ass. I was surprised by how much tighter it felt and how as I increased the pressure against the walls of her ass her vagina clenched against my fingers and covered them in a thick sticky liquid.

‘Only one now’ she warned ‘any more makes you hurt.’ Then ‘want to try it?’

I nodded slowly and she pulled away from me, my fingers gliding out of her. Daphne turned me around and while she positioned me on all fours she pulled my knickers down to my knees. After she spread my cheeks wide with her palms I felt a warm tight glow inside of me as she forced her tongue into my ass.

Her fingers began to thrust hard into my pussy and I bore down as hard as I could to let her reach deeper. Her tongue pushed my ass wider until it seemed like I would tear.

Suddenly I felt like I would wet myself, it was confusing but pleasurable – I couldn’t let it stop. A hot gushing liquid flowed from my vagina and stuck to my public hair and ran fast down my thighs.

Daphne pulled back smiling. I was exhausted. For a long while we lay on the floor – me with my knickers still caught up around my knees, her twirling her fingers against my skin.

I don’t know how long we spent lying on that carpet but at some point she got up, fixed her hair, kissed me lightly on the cheek and said goodbye.

We both failed the science project, the Tigers were knocked off the top spot by a private boys’ sixth form team and the next week in school she was back against the alleyway walls with Stuart. We didn’t speak of it again, but more than on one occasion I caught her staring at me while Stuart forced cheap hickies on her neck and pushed his erection against her hip.

I don’t mind if that’s what’s right for her she knows she’s always welcome at my house if she changes her mind. After failing the science project I was moved to a different class. My new science partner? Erica the Swedish exchange student.