It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Really rainy. There was no way we were going to be able to go outside. So, we sat in Sarah’s living room playing cards. Her dad was off on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until the middle of the next week and her Mom had had to go into the office for the day. That was why I had run over in the rain to keep her company.
I lived just two blocks down the street and we spent almost all our time together. Usually at Sarah’s house, but sometimes over at mine. Sarah had more stuff than I did. She had a dollhouse and lots of board games and her yard abutted on one of the green belts that winded their way through the neighborhood. Her house was just more fun in general.
I was soaking wet when I arrived at her house. Her Mom was just walking out the door, but when she saw how soaked I was she scolded me for not using an um brella and ran upstairs to get a nightshirt that I could borrow. She suggested that Sarah through my clothes in the dryer and that I borrow an umbrella or wait until it stopped raining until I went home.
I went into the first floor bathroom and stripped off all my clothes. Even my panties were soaked clear through. I put on Sarah’s nightshirt and a clean pair of her panties and we went into the rec-room and stuck my clothes in the dryer that was hidden off in a large closet.
So, we sat in the living room playing cards.
After a while I noticed that she was sort of glancing at my chest, like she didn’t want me to see that she was looking at me. I hadn’t really been thinking about it but the nightshirt was nearly translucent and you could just make out my budding breasts through the material.
“What?” I asked her.
“Hmmm,” she said, playing it cool, but turning just the slightest bit red.
“What are you looking at? You keep staring at my chest.” She really started to turn red now.
“It’s not that. It’s just, I never noticed that you are starting to get breasts. I guess I’ve never really looked before.”
“Yeah,” I said, I looked down at what of my chest I could see through the light material. I was actually rather proud of my new breasts. They, and the recent onset of my period, meant that I was truly becoming a woman. “Aren’t you getting breasts as well?”
“A little, I suppose.”
“Let me see, we’ll compare. See who’s going to be more buxom.”
“Okay,” she said. She pulled off her shirt – and I pulled the nightshirt over my head. We both stared at the other’s bare chest and then looked back at our own. Neither of us was wearing or needed a bra yet “Well,” she said finally. “You’re definitely more developed than me. Looks like you’re the one that’s going to be a buxom lass.”
I pretended mock outrage and threw myself at her. She ran and I followed her all around the first floor of the house. We ended up in the rec.-room and she flung herself on the couch. I sort of dropped on top of her.
Now that we weren’t moving, the room suddenly seemed very hot. Both of us were flushed from the activity and breathing heavily. I got up off her and we sat there heaving from our exertion. We sat there for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts.
“Mary,” she finally said and I grunted. “Have you ever been with a boy? You know like really done it with a boy.”
“No, why?”
“Just curious, I haven’t either. I’ve never even kissed a boy.”
“Yeah, me neither. I mean I’ve kissed my father and stuff, but I’ve never really kissed anyone, not with tongue.”
“Do you want to try it? Just to see what it’s like?” She turned to face me.
“With you?” I looked at her in shock. The thought of kissing was really making my heart beat fast. I thought it might be some kind of a joke. “I’ll do it under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“We can’t tell anyone at school. No one! I don’t want to be labeled a lesbian for the rest of my life just because I kissed a girl once. Okay?”
“Yes, I don’t want that either, we don’t tell anyone about it.”
She stood up and offered me her hand to help me up. I stood up and we faced each other. It was very awkward, standing there. I could feel the flush of my face extending downwards onto my chest, I hoped that my skin wasn’t actually as hot to the touch as it felt.
I took a step toward her and she sort of stuck her face forward. We both moved our faces then and bumped noses pretty hard.
Luckily, that sort of broke the ice. She started to giggle and I started laughing and we were both rubbing our noses.
I tilted my head to one side and she tilted hers to the other. I looked into her eyes as our faces got closer together and I could see that she wanted this as much as I did. I reached out my arms and pulled her to me in an embrace. She responded by wrapping her arms around me as well.
Her bare back was burning hot under my arms. Our chests touched and my erect nipples were pushed gently by her skin and the slight friction on them caused me the most incredible sense of pleasure.
Our lips touched and we stood pressed together kissing for a long time. Barely coming up for breath for well over a minute. First me probing her mouth then her probing mine. Playing games with our tongues and holding each other closer and closer all the while.
I stopped caring about whether she knew I was excited. I could feel my crotch getting wet and I was pushing it hard against her leg. I could feel her damp panties rubbing against me as too.
The kiss ended, but we didn’t let go of the embrace. We just stood there a moment in each other’s arms.
“That was good.” I finally said. She just nodded and rested her head on my chest. “Let’s go up to your room.” I suggested. I wanted to see and feel the rest of her body and I didn’t feel comfortable in the living room.
We went up the stairs holding each other’s hand. It was almost like she was letting me lead her. We walked into her bedroom, closed the door and we kissed again. This time it wasn’t so impassioned, it didn’t last as long, but I could feel that my pussy desperately wanted to be felt, to be rubbed.
I led her over to the bed and lay her down. I kneeled by the side of the bed and I kissed her lightly on the mouth again. Then I started working my way down her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin, listening to her breathing as I slowly worked my way down to her left nipple. I was embarrassed doing this, but for some reason I had to, it was just too exciting to stop.
I sucked on her nipple and she gasped with pleasure, her breathing becoming heavier. Her right hand moving and resting lightly on her crotch, applying the slightest amount of pressure through her shorts. Her left hand reached up and rested on the back of my neck, pulling my face down towards her body.
I moved to her armpit and breathed in the sweet odor. It made me impossibly excited. I licked at the smooth skin and slowly worked my way down her side, licking at her slightly salty skin and feeling her hand resting on the back of my neck, pulling…
I reached the edge of her shorts and moved on down to her feet. I wasn’t ready to see her naked yet. I wasn’t ready to take that next step. She was rubbing her crotch with both hands as I nibbled on her toes, gently biting at her big toes and then sucking on them one by one.
I could feel all the muscles in her legs tensing as she became more excited. She finally gasped and pulled her shorts down and off. She pushed her panties down and I could see her fingers slide into her damp pussy, massaging her clit.
I moved back up the left side of her body and stared for a moment at her hand rubbing back and forth over her shiny clit, I moved back up her body and started working on her nipple again.
Her breathing changed, she started panting and her whole body was shaking. Her chest was covered in a cold sweat and all of her muscles were tense. Then she held her breath for a moment and let it out in one long exhale. All her muscles went limp and then tensed again as her body was rewarded with an orgasm. She fell back and just gently rubbed her crotch with one hand.
I looked down and could see her hands damp from her masturbation. I touched my hand to hers and put my finger to my lip and tasted her. It was salty and a very strange consistency but not unpleasant.
She looked at me with slitted eyes and moaned softly as I licked my singer clean.
It was right then that we heard her mother’s car coming into the garage. I ran downstairs to grab the nightshirt and her shirt and she grabbed Kleenex from her bedside table to clean herself up. We got dressed and walked down the stairs just as her mother opened the door from the garage.
We didn’t have a chance to talk about anything right then, but I looked forward to the next time I’d get to spend some time with Sarah alone.
She owed me one…