Kerri Anne and I were lying on the couch watching a ‘Twilight’ movie disk when I let my hand wander from her belly to her breast. I was spooning with her and we were very comfortable together as friends, when she said, in a gentle but awkward sounding tone, “You know that’s my b*** right?” We had known each other for almost 2 months. We were the only two people even close enough in age to hang out and I was 8 years older than her 12 years. In our close to nowhere area it was natural that we did hang out. “I wish it was your breast but there is so much padding built into your bra I can’t feel you.” Not meaning anything by it. She took offence.
“What, my b**** aren’t big enough for you?” She continued to talk a little heatedly, I talked. Then we talked more relaxed. Then she paused the movie and turned to face me. “You really mean it don’t you.” I did, and she knew it, she kissed me without any clue it was coming. That- was awkward. As it was explained to me then, with shy embarrassment, her only kissing experience was with her BFF Lindsay, except that they were “being lezzie” and laughed to much to get it figured out. Only because I asked, she thinks that it had made her maybe kind of a little h****,… she thinks. Then Lindsay’s family, who once lived in the only other house for sale out here, before I bought mine, moved to North Carolina because of her dad’s job transfer. Within just a few minutes Kerri was getting the hang of kissing with me. With a very pretty, and embarrassed red face she admitted that she was getting even stronger feelings with me than when she had kissed her friend. Except for a few things about her parents separation, these were about the most intimate things she had ever said to me. “It’s snowing.” I told her. It was getting on to 4 pm. We stood at the large bay window with an arm around each other. Using a trick all girls must teach each other, and mothers pass down to daughters, Keri removed her bra without taking off either her shirt, nor her pink camisole. I felt and looked at her lacy, little and well padded bra, and showing it to her. “See,… way to much safety gear!” She laughed for real. Damn she’s pretty. “Yea, I guess your right… Hey let’s go out on your new deck.” So I made us fresh drinks, we slipped on slippers and jackets and went out. We enjoyed the snow fall for only a few minutes with a little kissing and went back inside since it was so cold and we weren’t dressed for it.