Emotional Heat
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Whenever Carol saw herself naked, she was exasperated by the confusion in her head between arousal and excitement at the smooth, shapely figure she possessed, and irritation at that selfsame form. The attentions and excitement of the boys infuriated her. She found it horribly embarrassing when they made remarks about her firm oversized breasts and tight, rounded ass.
She tried to hide both underneath long, heavy sweaters, but few boys were fooled. She had accepted a few dates, out of curiosity and suppressed desires. They had usually ended in embarrassment and outrage as the boy would in excitement, slid a hand up under her skirt to touch her between the legs, or darted his hand under her sweater to squeeze her breasts.
What was more, after she'd gone home, she would often catch herself imagining with excitement what would have happened had she allowed it, and thinking back wistfully to the feel of the electricity that shot through her body when a boy’s hand touched it.
She tried to hide both underneath long, heavy sweaters, but few boys were fooled. She had accepted a few dates, out of curiosity and suppressed desires. They had usually ended in embarrassment and outrage as the boy would in excitement, slid a hand up under her skirt to touch her between the legs, or darted his hand under her sweater to squeeze her breasts.
What was more, after she'd gone home, she would often catch herself imagining with excitement what would have happened had she allowed it, and thinking back wistfully to the feel of the electricity that shot through her body when a boy’s hand touched it.