The Education of Diana (ch. 03)

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It was the summer before her junior year in high school. Diana was unsure of what would happen. She was new here in this small town. Her parents had moved the family to this coastal area as soon as she and her brother had completed school. Now they were getting adjusted to living in a town that had the amount of people found on one block of her old home city. She still thought of her last home as her real home.  Diana was a shy girl. She hadn’t always been that way. But coming of age had caused changes in her. She hadn’t been able to handle them as well as she would have liked. Too many silly boys teasing her about her growing breasts. It was just dumb actually. But she developed a shell. Her girl friends had seemed to become mature much faster than she did. For a sixteen year old girl she was still quite young. No one had ever kissed her. She hadn’t even gone out on a date. She had been asked by several boys. But it had always seemed wrong to her. They ogled her and didn’t seem to really care for her as a person. She just ignored them all starting from when it all went bad. But her mother and father always told her she was pretty. Her brother didn’t pay much attention to her. He was a year older. They had to share a room in their apartment in the city. But they tended to forget the other existed unless they were actually together. He was popular and had been seeing several girls at the same time. He hated the move as much as she did. Now, in the cottage their parents had bought, they each had their own room for the first time ever. That part of the move was good for both of them. Diana had the privacy she had always craved. She could play her music and read her books and know Bradley wouldn’t be interrupting her. He had always teased her about the magazines she read. Getting married was not something she thought about a lot. In fact, she was wondering if she could decide to never get married at all. She only had one aunt who never married. It wasn’t kaçak iddaa so common in her family. But the idea of just forgetting about boys appealed to her. That was not why she read her magazines. The ones with all of the girls in their wedding gowns. Diana just liked looking at the pictures. Looking at pictures in the women’s magazines was a pleasure she kept to herself if she could. Not only the publications for weddings but others with lots of women in ads. She would even look at some of the men’s magazines on the racks in the stores. She didn’t understand what it meant. But she liked looking at other girls. Especially if they were younger, like her. Even if it embarrassed her a lot, she still looked forward to gym class in school. As long as no one was teasing her about her breasts it was fine. She wondered to herself why other girls seemed so attractive to her. And she also wondered if she was attractive to them. It was the best part of the day, after getting sweaty playing games, to take a shower with the other girls. They would laugh and giggle. Sometimes they would tickle each other. Diana had been left out a lot since the other girls became more interested in boys. They ignored her, over in the corner of the shower. But she couldn’t help noticing the way their bodies were all changing. And hers too. She would look when she had the chance. And it gave her a nice feeling. Deep inside. It felt a little strange, too. In the parts of her body that were changing. Her nipples often got hard, and the hairy triangle between her legs might tingle a little. She was naive, but she wasn’t ignorant. She had learned some things in school classes. And from reading. Diana read a lot. So she knew that she might not be exactly like the other girls. Or maybe she was like some of them, and she didn’t know who they were. It was confusing. It was hard growing up. She didn’t know what was going to happen now. She felt so alone. Their new town was a fishing kaçak bahis village. And there seemed to be lots of artist studios. Diana had spent days wandering through the streets. It didn’t take long to learn where everything was. It was so small. Their cottage was only about a five minute walk from pretty much everything. The small port and the beaches were there to be visited whenever you wished. That was nice. She actually liked that. One day, while her parents were both working in their office, she gathered up her beach things. She had a woven basket that would hold all she needed. She was wearing a bikini beneath a long-sleeved shirt and some yoga pants. She had on some sandals. She tied up her silky brown hair into a bun before leaving. Then she put on her large straw hat to protect her skin. She had on her sunglasses covering her green eyes. She set out to the shore. Diana walked slowly through the narrow streets. They still had some lanes with cobblestones. She supposed it was picturesque. The tourists seemed to think so. They were out in droves today. Each was taking pictures of everything seen to prove they had been here. She knew she would never be accepted as a local but she surely wasn’t a tourist anymore. She had to live here for goodness’ sake. She made her way down a path to the shoreline. The beach was crowded. It always seemed to be that way since she had been here. Diana wondered what it would be like in the fall and winter when it got cold around here. Maybe she would be able to sit here by herself once in awhile. She walked as far away from the people as she could and settled down on a blanket she spread out. She had some lunch with her. And lots of reading material. She discarded her shirt and pants. She was now wearing only the bikini. She glanced around to see if anyone was staring at her. They didn’t seem to be. She was far enough away to be isolated. That was good. Now she needed to put on sunscreen so her pale skin would illegal bahis not burn. Sitting crosslegged she spread the lotion over herself. As she did her legs she extended them up and out. She thought they were pretty. She rather liked her feet too. Diana had done a lot of tumbling in school during her gym classes. And she had always walked everywhere in the city that she could get to without taking the subway or a cab. She was trim. The breasts that she was so embarrassed by were not actually that huge. Not really. She had exaggerated that in her mind when being teased. They were sort of like a pair of oranges in size, with rather puffy nipples. She had a small pillow that she placed under her head as she laid back. The summer sun was still not completely up in the east. And lots of puffy cumulous clouds were keeping it from shining to brightly. She was reading a fantasy book. Like many of them it concerned a young girl who discovered one day that she was a princess. Diana didn’t take it seriously. It was just fluff for the summer vacation. Something blocked out the sun and she took her eyes off of the book to look up. It appeared to be a girl about her age. She took off her sunglasses and squinted up at the smiling face. “Hey. I’m Tony. They named me Antoinette, but that’s a stupid name. I mean, I’m French. Or actually, French-Canadian. But why would I want people walking around calling me Antoinette. Hey, Antoinette, want to go swimming? Hey, Antoinette. What’s happening girl? You know what I mean. So I’m Tony. That’s cool don’t you think? So who are you anyway?” Diana was a little mixed up. But she didn’t know what else to do, so she responded. “I’m Diana. Just Diana. I didn’t change it. I guess it fits me. Hey.” She rose up on her elbows. Tony plopped down on the blanket beside her. Diana could see that she had wavy brown hair, too. She had styled it shorter, but still left it curly. And her eyes were deep brown. She was in a bikini too. But a little smaller than Diana’s. Tony had an infectious smile. That meant that Diana caught herself grinning like a ninny. She stopped that abruptly as she sat completely up and tucked her legs beneath her.

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