Discovery, Chapter 4

by Sandi

I awoke the next morning on my side with my hand still in my pants. I quickly pulled it out, terrified my mom would walk in and see what I was doing. I got up and dressed then had breakfast. After I rinsed my cereal bowl and threw away the yogurt cup, I rinsed my spoon and put it in the sink. My mom was flitting around the house doing her housework. I helped her out buy running the vacuum cleaner in the living room and emptying the dishwasher. As I was finishing I heard a car outside. Looking out the window I saw Terry, her mom, and Heather getting out of the car.

Terry looked a lot like her mom. She was blonde, but a deeper, more caramel color than my sandy blonde hair. She had blue eyes and was a few inches taller than me. Heather was just the opposite. She was shorter, with dark hair and dark eyes. Heather had already started to develop breasts, not much, but more than the glorified nipples sported by Terry and me. Heather lived in town near Terry and the three of us hung out a lot together in school.

Terry's mom was talking to my mom. They were sitting at the kitchen table and my mom had just poured coffee for both of them. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Heather," she said. "She stayed the night and I thought the girls would have fun together."

"No problem," my mom replied, "They are like the three Musketeers." They both laughed.

Terry, Heather, and I headed down to my room to plan the day. Heather dropped her backpack in the corner. It held a change of clothes from spending the night at Terry's house. We decided to walk through the woods to the river, grill hot dogs for lunch, then cool off in the pool for the afternoon. As we headed out the backdoor, "The Moms" where still talking.

The morning woods were peaceful and shady. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was probably school, other girls we hated, and boys we liked. The river we walked to is pretty small. My dad says it is more of a creek, and when I look out now at the Detroit River, I guess he was right. Terry caught a crawfish and chased us, trying to make us kiss it. It will turn into a prince, she giggled. I thought frogs turned into princes, said Heather. We splashed about in the sandy shallows of the river's edge until we started to get hungry. We sat on a log until our feet were dry and put our shoes back on. I was sitting next to Heather. That's how I noticed a big bruise going up under the sleeve of her shirt.

"What happened?" I nodded toward her arm as I tied my sneaker.

"Nothin'"

"Kinda' big for nothin'," I countered.

"I fell off my bike." Heather got up and headed for the trail home. I knew she was lying.

We picked wildflowers on the way back, and I plucked some wintergreen from under a fir tree. I loved the smell of fresh wintergreen, and my dad had taught me how to make tea from the berries.

Mom was working when we came in but went out on the deck with us as we prepared to make lunch. She lit the gas grill and warned us to be careful as we grilled our own hot dogs. We just rolled our eyes at her. We didn't need little kid advice. Terry had just turned ten, I would be ten at the end of summer, and Heather would turn ten in a week. We thought we were old enough to handle anything that came our way. We ate, cleaned up, and raced each other to my room to get our bathing suits. Heather didn't have a suit with her, so my mom found one of her old suits for Heather to borrow. It would be a little loose, but it would do for today.

We had changed in front of each other before, but it felt different now. Maybe it was because we were growing up. I noticed they must have felt the same because we all changed quickly with our backs to each other. I glanced around and saw Terry. She was pulling her bottoms up. Her behind was stark white in comparison to her tanned skin. It was small and kind of skinny, and I was surprised to realize I though her butt was cute. Then I noticed Heather.

Heather was trying to get my mom's old suit to fit and was tugging at it. I turned to help her. Her face, arms and legs were tanned dark, but even her un-tanned skin was brown and darker than mine. I suddenly realized I wanted to run my hands over her smooth brown skin and was shocked to notice I was starting to have the horny feeling in my crotch. I pushed that out of my head and suggested Terry find my mom and ask for a few safety pins. Heather sat on the side of my bed while I adjusted the straps on her top. As I pulled and tugged at her top I caught a glimpse of her breasts. They were about the size half an apricot, round and smooth and topped with a nipple much darker than my own. I had to resist an urge to touch them. It was so odd to me to have those feelings. I was almost frightened of them. I also noticed the bruise on Heather's arm was about the size and shape of a hand, as if someone had grabbed her very hard.

Terry returned and I finished by pinning the top so it would be snug enough not to fall off. I had heather stand up and began to tuck and pin her bottoms. By this time I wanted to see her kitty so bad my hands were shaking. The closest I got was a tiny glimpse of a few wispy black hairs through the loose leg hole of the bottoms. I was surprised. I didn't have any hair there yet. I wondered if Terry did.

We chatted and glided around in the pool, taking turns on the 2 inflatable rafts. We had three, one for mom, dad, and me but the third one had a leak and was hanging limp over the side of the pool. I took care to avoid the water jet. I was afraid if I got too close that my friends would realize what I had done. But after a while I noticed that as Terry glided past it she would pause for a second. It suddenly hit me she was doing just what I had done, but was trying to hide it. I smiled to myself. If she only knew.

The rest of the day flew by and soon my mom was calling out for us to come in and change because Terry's mom would be back to take Terry and Heather home. We groaned our collective disappointment, but headed for the ladder. Terry climbed out first. As I watched, looking up at her backside, I noticed I could see through the clingy wet cloth of her bottoms where her crack changed from her butt to her kitty. I looked away guiltily and noticed Heather watching me. Heather was next and as she climbed the ladder, she paused and adjusted her suit, pulling the wet fabric from her butt crack. As she did, I caught a glimpse inside her suit, where the lips of her kitty transitioned to the cheeks of her butt. I glanced up. She was looking down at me smiling. She did that on purpose, I decided.

Terry headed into the bathroom after getting her clothes from my room. She had to pee, she said and would change while in the bathroom. Heather stayed in my room. "You need to help me unpin," she said. I started with her top. Soon it was on the floor at her feet. She didn't turn away. I realized I was staring at her breasts. I pulled my eyes away and realized Heather was smiling. I started unpinning her bottoms and soon they were also on the floor. Her kitty was topped with a small patch of dark, silky hair. The hair was still sparse, and I could see everything else through it. My heart was pounding.

"Do you like looking at me?" she asked.

My mouth was too dry to answer. I think I tried to nod. She put her hand on her stomach and ran it down over the hair of her kitty. I thought I would pass out when she paused, and with her index and middle finger she held her kitty open slightly. With her other hand she cupped her right breast then gently pinched her nipple.

We heard footsteps approaching and suddenly she turned and started pulling on her clothes. As Terry entered the room, I brushed past her, desperate to get away, my face on fire and my heart pounding. As I fled to the bathroom, I heard Heather laugh, telling Terry that Sandi had to go pee really bad.