Chapter 1

Hi my name is Kristen. My best friend Samantha is, as I type this, looking over my shoulder telling me I can't start a story by saying hi. When she talked me in to writing our little adventure down, she said that it would end up sounding like she was being mean to me if she were the one writing. Since I'm the one writing, I'm starting the way I want. Sheesh, now she's telling me that it was more of a mis-adventure. At this rate, I'm never going to be able to tell our story. Finally, she is shutting up so I can write.

Let me tell you a little about us. Samantha is fourteen, has really long wavy blonde hair; it goes about three quarters of the way down her back. We're the same age now because I just had a birthday; Samantha is about 8 months older than I am. That's kind of where the similarities end though. I'm a red head. My hair just comes down to my shoulders, so it's a lot shorter than hers. I think we both have good hair though.

At the time I'm writing about, Samantha was already pretty well developed. She was wearing a B cup bra and pretty much filling it up. Being younger, perhaps it's not a surprise that my breasts are a lot smaller. It's only two months after what I was writing about, an Samantha has easily grown an entire cup size. It's not fair! I was only wearing a training bra, and still am, sigh. Jeez, I didn't realize my best friend was an expert story teller, but now she's telling me that no one is going to read our story if I keep going on and on about what our names are and what we look like.

To make Samantha happy, I'll say it all started one time when I was spending the night over at her house. Since I had just turned fourteen, it was kind of a birthday thing, but there were no presents or cake or anything. Just an excuse for me to spend the night with Samantha. We had pulled out the hide-away bed from the couch, and put sheets on it. My birthday is in the summer, so we really didn't need any blankets. Samantha's mother told us it was time for bed, but a friend of Samantha's parents, Aaron, was over, and he was still working on the computer.

"Shouldn't he head home if we're going to bed?" I asked Samantha.

"Nah, he is over here all the time."

We tried to be quiet for a few minutes, but it was no use. I just couldn't get to sleep knowing that Aaron was working in the computer room and that there was no door between us and him. "Samantha, I can't sleep with him in there. Can we do something quiet so your mom doesn't notice?"

"She's got a headache, so as long as we're really quiet whispering she probably won't come down to check on us," Samantha told me. So we whispered back and forth for a few more minutes when Samantha told me. "To be honest, I can't sleep with him in there either."

"What?" I hissed. "You said that you were used to him being here late."

"Shhh, Yeah, well him being here makes me want to get some relief."

"Relief, what kind of relief?" I asked. Looking back on things now, it seems strange, but I really had no idea what Samantha was talking about at the time.

"Here, I'll show you." With that, Samantha tried to run her hands up under my nightgown.

"What are you doing?"

"Just relax," Samantha ordered me. This time when my friend tried to put her hands under my nightgown I let her. She was rubbing on my belly, and I almost stopped her when she started rubbing on my little boobs under through my training bra. However, I didn't want Samantha to tell me to relax again, so I let her keep going. "See, doesn't that feel good?" She asked me.

I replied, "It feels weird! Why are you doing that?"

"Well, if you don't like it, do you think you could do that to me so I can try to get some relief?"

"Sure, I guess. I mean, it doesn't seem difficult." So now I was the one reaching up under Samantha's nightgown to rub her belly. Even though her belly was flat like mine, it somehow seemed more womanly than mine had when she was rubbing me. Curious to see if I felt the same way about my friends boobs, I cupped them and gave them a good squeeze. "My lord Samantha! You're huge up there!"

"No I'm not, I only wear a B cup."

Samantha is now telling I told you so about describing our bodies earlier. I guess she's right, I could have just waited until we were talking out our boobs to mention that Samantha has grown a full cup size since the night I'm talking as I told the story, but I'm not going back to erase what I typed earlier. Samantha's saying she had some help in the growth department. I'm not sure what she means by that, but anyway, back to the story.

"And don't stop squeezing them!" So I did; I kept squeezing my best fiend's boobs. And you know what, every time I squeezed those soft but resilient mounds on her chest, I thought to myself that I wished I had a pair of tits like hers. I also realized that I was missing the feeling of having her hands under my nightgown.

"Um, Samantha, I think it maybe did feel good, you know, what you were doing to me. Can we try to give each other relief at the same time?"

"Of course, it's the best way!" Yeah, I definitely liked what was going on. I still felt weird, but I didn't want to stop, ever. Suddenly, even though there was only a sheet on the bed, I felt too warm. Way to warm. I would have thrown the covers off if it weren't for Aaron in the other room. I hoped he wasn't paying attention to us, but as long as we stayed over the covers, I wanted him to think that we were rough housing or having a tickle battle. I guess what we were doing was kind of like a tickle battle, but it was way more fun than any tickle battle I had ever been a part of.

Samantha complained, "Ugh! Even rubbing each other at the same time isn't enough."

"It feels plenty good to me!"

"No, we need more if we're going to get relief. Unsnap my bra! I'll do yours."

Before I could ask Samantha if she were serious, she pulled me even closer. I could feel her hot breath on my neck making me shudder as I felt goosebumps all down my neck and back. Then I felt my training bra come undone. I guessed she was serious, so I reached around her so I could unsnap her bra. I realized I was breathing hard onto Samantha's neck also, and I wanted to feel her big boobs without a bra in the way.

Samantha is telling me that her boobs weren't that big at the time. I know she's right, but they seemed enormous to me back then. I don't know about Samantha, but typing up the story of the first time anyone unsnapped my bra has got me almost as excited as I was when it was happening for real. Oh yeah, Samantha's agreeing with me, but she's also telling me not to get distracted.

So where was I? Oh yeah, I had just unhooked Samantha's bra, and without ever taking my hands off her body, I slid then from her back to her chest, and wow, I definitely wanted a set like hers! They were amazing. "Samantha! Your nipples are super hard!"

"So are yours!"

I squirmed and squealed. I wasn't ready for Samantha pinching my hard nipples. "Does having hard nipples mean we're getting relief?"

"No, it means we need relief; really need it bad."

"I don't know if I can take any more!" I protested.

"I'll go easy on you for a while, but just keep doing what you're doing to me!" What I was doing was rolling my thumbs and forefingers together, like I was playing with a pair of screws.

Samantha is telling me people are going to think I'm stupid, and it does seem silly now to think I was done when I was just getting wound up for the first time ever, but hey it was my first time. Samantha is saying that out that anyone who reads this story to the end is going to think Samantha is pretty stupid too, but I'm not sure why she thinks that.

Anyway, I was having almost as much fun watching Samantha squirm under my fingers as I was when she was playing with my nipples. I was just about to ask Samantha to start rubbing and pinching on me again when she grabbed my hand and stuck it between her legs. "Fuck! I need it so bad!"

"Samantha, you said a bad word!" She didn't care, she had my hand trapped between her thighs and was bucking her hips up off the hide away bed. The springs were starting to creek and all of the sudden, I felt something wet on my hand.

"Samantha! Gross, did you just pee on me?"

"No, of course not! You're probably wet down there too! That's what happens when you try to get relief."

"I am not!" I protested without thinking. At the same time, I scooted my fingers inside my panties and discovered, to my horror, that I was also wet between my legs. "Ewww! Why didn't you tell me this was going to happen? I would have never let you rub on me."

"Oh, you're hopeless. I need a boy if I'm going to get any relief," Samantha informed me.

"But we don't have any boys here," I protested.

"There's Aaron."

"He's not a boy, he's a man!" It was true. Aaron was twenty-seven. He was almost twice as old as we were.

"Same thing. Even better, really."

"You mean you're going to ask Aaron to rub you under your nightgown?"

"Yeah, and then some!" If I had any idea what the "and then some" entailed, I would have stayed on the hide-away bed with the sheet pulled over my head. However, I didn't know, so I got off the bed. When I reached for my bra, Samantha told me, "Just leave it; you won't need it."

"I don't want Aaron seeing my hard nipples!"

"Suit yourself." My jaw dropped when Samantha just walked on into the computer room. Her nipples were hard! You could see them through the nightgown. Aaron was going to see them through the night gown. It wasn't even my nipples, but my face turned about as red as my hair I was so embarrassed for Samantha.

When I got into the computer room, Aaron seemed to be trying not to look at Samantha. Her brazen display must have been embarrassing to him too, or at least that's what I thought at the time. I would soon realize what the source of his objection was. Even though he wasn't looking at Samantha, she had one of her hands on his arm where he was using the mouse. She didn't even have her hands up under his shirt, and she was giving him goosebumps! A shiver went up my spine when I realized this. I wasn't sure how she was doing it, but the expression on Aaron's face made it look like he needed some kind of relief too. For some reason I found that to be very exciting!

"Samantha, you know we can't. Your friend Kristen is here. In fact, she's standing right behind you!"