Amid the sea of chattering students, Janie Robinette held court at the cafeteria table she shared with five longtime schoolmates and friends. She was the oldest of the group, closer to eleven than ten and stood a half a head taller than the next girl. When their fifth-grade year had begun a few weeks earlier, the girls were all pleased to be attending a different private school, leaving behind the K-4 of their earlier childhood.
Janie had also arrived sporting a pair of puffy nipples beneath her new training bra and constantly bragged about her new "maturity", equating her modest prepubescent development with a higher level of refinement and intellect. Her friends had been a little envious at first as only one other girl in the group, Angie, showed any swelling on her chest; and it was not as pronounced as Janie's. By the week's end, all of the other girls had begged or cajoled their way to their own training bras.
Still, Janie was condescending to them. Their envy changed to amusement but now Janie's act was wearing very thin. She had always been the de facto leader of the group but she was losing her status as she kept bragging about her chest and the fun things she was doing with her young buds.
"I did this new thing, last night," she announced. "I swirled my finger just around the outside of my nipple and-."
"Could we talk about something else besides your boobs?" Lizzie, another girl, grumbled.
"Hey!" Janie protested, giving the other girl a scowl.
"Janie, please," Mallory interjected softly, trying to avoid any conflict - as well as more of Janie's narrations.
"You don't understand, Mallory," Janie retorted, focusing on the quietest girl in the group. "I'm developing and it's more than just my tits. It's all about S-E-X."
"Six?" Angie asked, deliberately needling Janie.
Janie sighed loudly and started lecturing the group about sex. At the far corner from Janie, Mallory grinned inwardly. Janie might act big, but Mallory had inadvertently discovered the thrills of masturbation on the subway she took home, thanks in part to a slightly loose pole that vibrated. Then a man and a woman took notice and began teaching her new things inside the crowded car. But everyone else was so intent on minding their own business or simply lost in their own worlds that the ten year-old's sexual education went unnoticed.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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