Chapter 3

I didn't take me very long to rush home and get back to the woods but I was still worried about what I might be missing out on while I was gone. Opportunities like this didn't come along often and I was determined not to miss my chance.

I ducked into the woods about twenty yards from the main path and stayed parallel to it as I worked my way up the side of the hill. It wasn't long before I spied a familiar figure moving slowly down the path, furtively glancing into the underbrush with every step. Timing my movement carefully, I crept closer to the edge of the trail. I was so preoccupied with my prey that I didn't even realize I was being stalked myself until a solid weight landed on my back and a wild whoop sounded in my ears.

I thrashed wildly for about twenty seconds and was finally able to throw him off my back. He laughed as he rolled over in the dirt. I jumped to my feet and glared down at him.

"God damn it, David! You scared the shit out of me," I complained.

"I knew that shithead was hiding along in here somewhere," Steve chuckled as he stepped off the path to join us. He slapped his thigh. "Oh, man. You shoulda seen your face. I almost dropped the bottle, I was laughing so hard."

My anger was instantly forgotten. "Did you get it? Let me see."

David and I both crowded in as Steve opened his backpack and drew out a large, clear bottle. Three inches of dark liquid shifted and reflected the afternoon light as he held it aloft.

"Wow," David breathed. "Is it really Jack Daniels?"

"Read the label, stupid," Steve sneered. "Almost half a bottle, all for us. You think you guys are tough enough?"

We both nodded eagerly, anxious to prove our manhood.

"What did you guys bring?" Steve asked.

"I swiped three of my dad's beers," David volunteered. "Nothing like a cold Bud with a whiskey chaser."

"Like you've ever had one," Steve laughed. He turned to me. "How about you, Bobby? Did you get the food?"

"Right here," I patted my bag. "I got munchies galore. Of course," I said as I gave David a dirty look, "the chips are probably all smashed after your little stunt."

"Who cares?" David shrugged. "I'm planning on drinking my dinner anyway. Open the bottle, Steve."

Steve unscrewed the cap and held the bottle under his nose for several seconds, then gave us each a sniff. I wrinkled my nose.

"Whew! It smells sorta like aftershave."

"You just gotta get used to it," David said. "I like the smell."

Steve shoved the bottle into David's stomach. "Here, then. You can have the first swig."

David's face got a little pale but he was stuck and he knew it. None of us had ever tried hard liquor before but, under the unwritten code of adolescence, none of us dared show fear in front of our friends. It was ok to be scared; it wasn't ok to admit it.

David took the bottle from Steve and looked at it for several seconds, then lifted it gingerly and took a gentle sip. He managed to swallow it but his eyes were watering as he passed the bottle back to Steve.

"Nice," he rasped, barely able to talk. "Real smooth."

"That's not how a man drinks it," Steve teased. "You gotta swig it."

He stuck the whole bottle in his mouth and tipped his head way back. His throat convulsed and he made loud gulping noises. David looked over at me and winked. We could both see that Steve was capping the bottle with his tongue. Still, he put on a good show and that was acceptable. You didn't have to be tough to be cool, you just had to act it.

After several long seconds Steve brought the bottle down and smacked his lips loudly. He must have gotten more than he planned because he started coughing and gagging. I took the bottle as David good- naturedly slapped him on the back.

"I'm ok," he mumbled when he got his breath back. "It just went down the wrong pipe. Your turn, Bobby."

I made a great show of wiping the neck with my shirt, stalling for time. Finally, unable to postpone it any longer, I but the bottle to my lips and took a small swig.

I got it down without choking, but my knees wobbled as the whiskey burned its way to my stomach. I could feel the heat spreading out from my belly as I grinned weakly at my friends.

We all smiled and clapped each other on the back. Another step to adulthood had been safely surmounted. We'd come out here today to practice our drinking in private, and we'd proven to ourselves that we could do it. We weren't leaving for a while- we needed to stay and practice some more, maybe find out what a 'buzz' was- but the important work was done. The next time we were at a party and an older boy brought out a bottle, the three of us wouldn't have to sneak away with the younger kids before the fun started.

We were just starting to get a little giggly when we heard the rustling in the bushes. "Shit," David whispered. "Somebody's coming. Bobby, go see who it is."

I crawled to the top of the hill we were hiding behind, then frantically signaled to the other two to join me. "You guys are not going to believe this," I whispered as they peered over the crest with me.

We could see a woman crawling away from us, down the path. Crawling. She had a skin-tight top on and chains on her hands and feet. Her ass was bare, completely bare. We all stared open-mouthed at the first pussy any of us had ever seen.

"Who is it?" David whispered when he got over the shock.

"It's tough to tell from this angle," Steve snickered, always a smartass. "Whoever she is, she's a real slut. Look at her shake that ass!"

It looked like the woman was trying to crawl as fast as she could. All she was really doing was making her ass sway from side to side. I felt a painful erection cramp my shorts.

"We gotta see who it is," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's sneak around in front of her."

As soon as we started to rise, though, David stepped on a dry branch. The snap sounded like a starter's gun and the lady jumped up like she was coming out of the blocks. Her chains tripped her and she rolled over in the dirt. She quickly got back on all fours and spun around to see what the noise was.

"Holy shit, I know that lady," I said to the others. "She lives on my street."

She seemed as shocked at seeing the three of us as we were at seeing a half-naked woman in the woods. I couldn't tear my eyes off her tits. They hung down sexily, the upper slopes shiny with sweat and the bottoms barely covered by her outfit. Her chest was heaving as she panted in fright.

"Wh-what are you boys doing out here?" she finally asked.

None of us said anything. We were speechless.

"This isn't any of your concern," she warned us. "Never mind me. You go on home."

She backed around a corner, facing us the entire way. We just stood there spellbound until she disappeared.

"Wow, that was really something," David was the first to speak. "Did you guys see her pussy?"

"Of course, dummy," Steve replied. "We got eyes, don't we. Come on, I want to get a closer look."

We took off down the trail. As soon as she heard us coming, the lady started hurrying but we caught right up to her and followed along about ten feet behind. She crawled along until she was out of breath, then spun around again.

"I told you boys to leave," she shouted, then focused on me. "I know your mother, Bobby Conrad! Do you want me to call her and tell her you're out here harassing me?"

"We better go," I said to the others, worried about being recognized. "I don't want to get in trouble. Sorry, Mrs. Haggerty."

"Are you nuts?" Steve asked. "What do you think she's going to say? 'Hello, Mrs. Conrad. I was crawling around in the woods yesterday, showing off my big hairy pussy to the whole world, and your son was bothering me by staring at it.' She'd be the one in big trouble, not you."

"Yeah, maybe we should go tell somebody about her," David chimed in. Then seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, "We can tell our parents we were just playing out here and she jumped out of nowhere, buck naked, and tried to attack us."

"No, please don't do that," she cried. "Please!" She turned to me. "Bobby, you know me. We're neighbors. Please help me."

I sensed an opportunity. "They won't tell anybody about you if you show us your tits," I said. David slapped me on the back, grinning broadly.

She grimaced but I think she knew she didn't have much choice, because she didn't stall for very long. Looking around to make sure we were alone in the woods, she sat back on her ankles and lifted her hands to her top.

We all held our breath as the woman paused for several seconds, then peeled the cloth off her boobs. I just expected her to give us a quick peek and then cover up again, but she tucked the cups under her tits and put her hands on her knees as she stared at the ground.

Her tits were fantastic, even if they were the first ones I'd ever seen. Big, dark rings encircled her nipples, which were puckering right before our eyes. The tips of her nipples rose and fell gently as she waited for our next move.

"Oh, shit. What a fantastic set of knockers. They're way bigger than my mom's," David said. Mrs. Haggerty blushed but she sat up a little straighter at the compliment.

"You do have nice tits," I agreed.

"Thank you, Bobby," she smiled weakly.

"Yeah, her tits are nice, but I want to see that beaver again," Steve said.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Haggerty. Turn back around," I urged her. Her eyes started to tear up but she nodded and got back on all fours. She turned and faced away from us, her knees a foot or so apart.

We stared, transfixed. Her pussy hair was short, allowing us to see everything. Her outer cuntlips were nice and plump, bisected by the dark pink line of her inner lips. They protruded slightly from her crotch, actually sticking out beyond the hair surrounding them.