He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E01

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He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E01

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Hey! My name is TT; well that's what most people call me, my full name is Tanya Bethany Turner. I got the TT nickname from one of my friends in school. After my friends started calling me TT some of the boys started calling me Tiny Tits or Tit-less Tanya (when no teachers were around). I always used to get embarrassed and ashamed of my little breasts when one of them called me that.

I'm now 23 years old and am still quite small and skinny. I'm only 4 feet 9 inches tall and weigh 94 pounds when soaking wet. My figure is 2BAAAA-22-30. I have light brown shoulder length hair and have to carry my passport everywhere I go so that I can prove how old I am.

My body stopped growing just as I started puberty. My breasts never got passed being little bumps. Fortunately my nipples grew quite big and I'm quite proud of them. My pussy developed in a perfect way (well to me anyway), I have small labia (never really grown from when I was a kid) and nice big clit that sticks out most of the time. One thing that my pussy might be slightly different to other girls is that whenever I spread my legs wide and my labia open, my hole is open just a bit as well. If the air is cold I can feel it going inside me.

My pubic hair never even started growing and the skin all around my pussy is the same colour as the rest of my body. My butt is small, but bubbly. I often wonder if nature couldn't decide if I was going to be a boy or a girl.

My parent are devout catholic and they tried to bring me us the same. it didn't work out that way and I now haven't been to church since I left home to go to university. I still have some of that horrible catholic guilt that they ram down young girl's throats.

Even though I have virtually no breasts my mother insisted that I wear a bra all the time. The only ones that she could get to fit me were little girls training bras.

Another thing that used to annoy me was tights. They always had to be nude colour. I couldn't see the point because they were see- through and you could see my legs and granny style knickers.

After reading that lot you'll probably realise why I didn't have any boyfriends at school.

My University Days

I was really glad to move out and go to university. Just after I had got accepted I came across an advert for someone to share a house with other university students. It was within easy walking distance of the university so I jumped at the chance, and moved in 2 weeks before my course started.

I shared that house with 2 second year male students (Harry and James); 1 first year male student (Ryan); and Sophie, a first year girl. I was dead nervous when I first moved in, but all of the others are really friendly, and I soon relaxed and started to enjoy myself. It was sooo good to get away from my over-bearing parents. Harry and James were a great help to us first year students, telling us just about everything that we needed to know.

After a couple of months we were all best of friends and were forever going out together and having our own parties.

One thing that we did agree on quite early on was that none of us would try to hit on any of the others; we would stay as friends. We thought that life would be less complicated that way. It was a bit of a shame really because I thought that Ryan was quite cute.

Anyway, after about the 10th night out boozing we all rolled back to the house and someone suggested that we play cards strip poker. We thought it would be a laugh and Sophie told me that she was good at poker and that we'd soon have the lads naked. It was a good job that I had drunk quite a bit; if I'd been sober I would never have agreed to play.

Guess what? Sophie was as bad at it as I am and it wasn't long before I was topless. Even in my drunken state was sooo embarrassed when I had to take my top off. You see, when I moved out of my parent's house I decided to get rid of all my bras. My 28AAAAs don't need any support and I was rebelling against my upbringing. In those days I used to wear thick, baggy tops to hide my small breasts and nipples that always seemed to be hard. One other thing that I did as soon as got to university was to go and see the university doctor. I had been suffering painful periods for years. My mother said that it was 'God's will' and that it was a cross that I'd have to bear for as long as God wanted. I'd read on the internet that going on the pill could sometimes help and I wanted to try it.

That was the only reason for wanting to go on the pill. I never Imagined for one minute that any man would want to go out with a scrawny, short, flat chested girl like me. The other thing about the pill was that I was hoping that it might trigger a growth spurt, both in height and breast size. Sadly it didn't.

When I went to see the doctor I didn't think that he would want to physically examine me, I just thought that he'd ask me a few questions. I was so embarrassed when he told me to strip, get on the table and put my feet in those stirrup things. I was so tensed up that he had to use lots of lubrication to get that speculum thing inside me.

Anyway, back to the poker. I sat there with my arms crossed not wanting anyone to see me.

Before long, Sophie was down to her thong and bra and I was down to just my small see-through knickers that revealed that I hadn't any pubic hair. It was a good job that I was drunk.

Ryan and James were down to just their boxers, but Harry hadn't had to take anything off.

When I lost again, I got my knickers off, then bolted for my room. Even in my drunken state I couldn't just sit there naked while the others played on.

The next morning I stayed in my room until everyone else had left and then went and retrieved my clothes. I still tried to hide as much as I could that evening. It was Ryan that talked me round. He made me feel better by telling me that I have a beautiful body that I should be proud of. He said that he bet that was ashamed of my small breasts, and told me that I shouldn't be. He said that most men really like small breasts; that all this talk about big breasts was just male ego talking.

I decided that I liked Ryan.

One night the following week after another night in the pub, we played strip poker again. I ended up naked again, but stayed until there was only 1 piece of clothing left on anyone. Harry managed to keep his boxers.

I spent most of the time that I was naked, with one arm across my chest and the other in front of my pussy, and with a bright red face. I was surprised that Sophie didn't get embarrassed at all. When the time for her to take her bra or knickers off, she just quickly did it and never once tried to cover her bits.

I got to see Ryan and James's hard cocks and started to have dirty thoughts.

That was a night for a couple of firsts for me. It was the first time that I'd seen a naked man in the flesh and the first time that I'd seen an erection (Ryan). When I saw Sophie's bald pussy I didn't feel bad that my pubic hair had never even started growing.

To cut a long story short, we often played strip poker and I was so crap at it that I was always naked first, and for the longest time.

One thing that came out of the games of strip pokes was that everyone started wandering round the house in their underwear every morning (sometimes evening as well). I got used to seeing the boy's morning woodies tenting their boxers. Sophie started coming down to get her breakfast in her undies as well. It was usually a bra and a thong, but sometimes it was just a thong.

One morning when it was just a thong Harry called her an exhibitionist. Her response was to tell him to get over it, saying that he'd seen her naked lots of times, so just a thong was positively decent.

I always wore a T-shirt and knickers and frequently wished that I was as brave as Sophie; or permanently drunk.

Another game that we played a lot was truth or dare. It was during that first game of truth or dare that I revealed that I was still a virgin. Guess what I was dared to do quite early on in the game? Yes, I had to strip naked. Why was it that my first dare during each game was always to get naked? Okay, the other often ended up naked, but was always the first one that had to strip. It was a good job that I'd had a few drinks.