Tripping Over the Starting Line

I graduated from high school in the summer of 1990. It was a weird time, the 80’s had just ended and things were changing. I was planning to go to the local college in the fall, but I still didn’t have a summer job so I spent most of my time hanging around with my friend Sarah.

Sarah and I had been friends since elementary school, but in a weird way we were not really all that close. I mean, we had sleepovers and things like that but we didn’t share girly secrets and do each other’ s makeup and stuff.

I mean, we did talk, but never anything too deep. Our friendship was medium depth, I’d say.

Sarah’s parents had bought her a used 1970’s Toyota for graduation and she had to get a job at McDonald’s to pay for gas and insurance. She liked working there, and since she was new she got all evening shifts.

That left her days free so we hung out most of the time. While I wasn’t a huge athlete in school because I didn’t want to play team sports, I was really good at track and field and I loved long distance running.

Sarah wasn’t athletic at all, but we both loved to dance. All throughout high school we took dance classes together and it was a huge amount of fun.

And while she wasn’t a huge runner, she would regularly go jogging with me “to get some exercise”.

We lived in a big subdivision and we would usually just jog along a random path through interconnected streets. Sarah’s house was a few blocks away from mine up on a hill, and I’d usually run over in her direction and she’d meet me at the bottom of her street.

One day at the beginning of July we met up as usual, ran in our random pattern, and I noticed that Sarah was acting a little weird.

That day, as we ran she asked if we could jog over to her house and hang out when normally we’d split up and head to our respective houses.

“Um, sure?” I answered, assuming she wanted to talk about something.

It was an unusually hot morning and we were winded as we arrived on her doorstep after the uphill jog. Sarah invited me in and as soon as I had kicked off my shoes and followed her to the kitchen, she turned to face me.

“I’m all sweaty,” said Sarah. “I’m going to have a shower.”

“Oh, um, okay?” I replied.

I was a little taken aback that we had only just stepped through the door and she was already suggesting that I should leave so she could shower. She was the one who wanted to jog this way, and wanted me to come over after all. I was a little pissed off.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later?”

“Oh sorry,” she replied, I think realizing her faux pas. “You don’t have to leave yet.”

“Well,” I giggled, “I’m all sweaty too so I should probably go home and shower myself.”

“Just shower here,” she said hastily. “Then you don’t have to leave right away.”

It was a little odd for her to blurt that out. But whatever.

“Okay I guess.”

I followed her upstairs where her bedroom was right next to the main bathroom. I had been in her room a million times and sat on the edge of the bed as she took her fresh clothes from the closet.

“I usually take a long shower.”

“Huh?”

“I’m apologizing in advance for leaving you sitting here while I’m in the shower.”

“Oh, it’s fine.”

It wasn’t really fine, I was a bit annoyed that I would just have to sit here for however long she was planning to take. There was nothing to do in her room and I’m not the type to snoop so I really would just be sat here on the edge of the bed twiddling my thumbs.

She clutched her clean clothes close to her chest.

“I feel bad though.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be done about it other than for you to hurry up, so get going.”

She had a sort of pained look on her face as her cheeks turned a rosy color.

“We could go in together.”

I shook my head a little. What the hell?

“Sorry?”

“We could just go in the shower at the same time. So you aren’t left here sitting by yourself.”

The pained look remained on her face, and honestly I didn’t know what to make of it. I am an introvert. A huge introvert. I only had a handful of friends through high school, including Sarah, and even though there had been a few sleepovers I had never been naked in front of them - or anyone.

I am one hundred percent certain the same was true of Sarah as well, which is why this was so out of the blue.

“You don’t have to!” she blurted out, obviously noticing my hesitation.

“No, this is just ... unexpected? I mean, I’m sure friends do this all the time but I didn’t think we were that type of friends.”

Her pained look intensified.

“Um, well, we’re out of high school now so I’m trying to act more like an ... adult I guess.”

Hmmm, I thought. I guess she’s trying to break out of her shell maybe?

I assumed that she was being exposed to new people at her job, and realized how inwardly focused she was. Just like me. So it probably wasn’t a bad idea for me to break out of mine too.

“Sure,” I shrugged. “I guess it’ll be faster, too.”

A wave of relief washed over her.

“Right.”

Without a word, she quickly exited. I assume that meant I was supposed to follow, so I got up and walked to the bathroom.

Sarah’s clean clothes were neatly folded on the vanity. She opened a cupboard full of folded towels and handed me one. Then, we stood there staring at each other once again.

“Um, do you need to start the water to warm up?”

“Oh, yes,” she stammered and hastily pulled the shower curtain back. With the shower started, she returned to her half of the staring contest from a moment before.

It was super weird.

“I’m going to take my clothes off now,” I said.

Sarah nodded.

“You take your clothes off to shower too, right?”

“Oh,” she replied. “Yes.”

I’m super self conscious about my boobs. Basically, they are tiny. A cups. All through high school I got teased about my small boobs. I tried not to care, but you know how kids are - I cared. It bothered me.

I mean, I think they’re nice. They’re perky at least. But Sarah’s boobs were definitely bigger, at least a B cup. I was not excited about taking my shirt off and inviting the comparison. I didn’t really care about my bottom half, though.

So I quickly kicked off my socks and dropped my shorts and underwear all in one go. Sarah watched, wide-eyed, as I quickly picked them up and piled them on the vanity next to Sarah’s clothes.

I decided to wait to see if Sarah was in fact planning to take off her clothes before I went any further, and she seemed to snap out of her stupor as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head revealing a plain white cotton bra.

As I pulled my shirt over my head, Sarah quickly dropped her shorts to the floor. To my surprise, she was wearing a very cute pair of tiny pink panties.

“Huh,” I said quietly without thinking. “Those are cute.”

“Um thanks,” she whispered, her face turning red. “I like to wear them when I run because they’re small.”

Now that Sarah was in front of me in her bra and panties, I realized it was the first time I had ever seen her like this. She usually dressed in baggy jeans, baggy rugby shirts, nothing girly. I guess it was a type of camouflage, because it made her look wider and shorter than she really was.

Because seeing her like this now, her body was great. More than great. Her body was gorgeous, and truth be told I was a bit jealous.

She was taller than me, probably around five-foot-six, and slim. She had a long torso, and a toned abdomen. Her waist was pulled narrow over perfectly proportioned hips. It all added up to a classic hourglass figure, and she was long and lithe to boot.

Bitch.

I have always been short and people have always called me “stubby”. I am around five-foot-two and I’m lucky if I weigh a hundred pounds. I feel like I’m proportioned properly, but when you’re short even an inch off here or there looks weird I guess. I hoped that I would “grow into” a more proportioned shape but I was still waiting.

I clutched my shirt in front of my chest, and with Sarah finally getting undressed I didn’t feel quite so apprehensive. I dropped it on the vanity and slowly reached around behind and popped the clasp on my bra.

I felt it go slack around my chest and I let the straps fall down my arms, holding the cups over my tits.

Sarah seemed to sense my discomfort, and quickly undid her bra as well. Her confidence seemed to increase as she slipped it off.

And her boobs were amazing. Those feelings of envy rose in me once again and I couldn’t help but stare. Definitely B cups, full, and super perky. They were round, shapely, with small pink nipples and areolas.

Defeated, I just slid my bra off and tossed it on the vanity.

“Your boobs are so nice,” I said. “I wish I had boobs like yours.”

“What,” she stammered. “Your boobs are ten times nicer than mine.”

I looked down at my little rack.

“You can barely tell they’re there.”

“But they’re so round, and ... cute.”

The last thing I had expected was a compliment - and now I was feeling a little flushed.

“Stop messing around.”

“I’m not! They are seriously cute.”

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed and Sarah casually pulled down her little pink panties and dropped them on the pile of clothes on the vanity.

Sarah had immigrated from Ireland as a child and still had a little bit of an accent. But she was a ginger, with wiry strawberry blonde hair. I assumed that her pubes would be the same - but they actually looked softer and silkier.

But her muff was just - amazing. There’s no other way to put it. It was just this perfectly shaped little tuft of soft strawberry-blonde pubes. Sexy.

There was another bout of awkwardness as we simultaneously realized we were staring at each other but it thankfully ended when Sarah pulled back the shower curtain and we stepped inside.

Sarah told me to get under the showerhead first, and to be polite I quickly got my hair and body wet and changed spots with her.

I shampooed my hair, and as I scrubbed my scalp I couldn’t help but stare at Sarah, her arms over her head, fingers running through her hair.

In all the years we had been friends, I had never really thought of her in a sexual context. As in, I never gave much thought to whether or not she was attractive, I just automatically put her in the same bucket as myself.

But now that she was here naked in front of me, I was really struck by just how fucking hot her body was. She did a great job of concealing it and downplaying it with her baggy, frumpy clothes but there was no denying it - she was gorgeous.

And honestly it pissed me off a little. Here she was, with this killer body and she kept it under wraps all this time. With just a little makeup, some nice clothes, something with her hair, she’d be a real knockout.

Me - short, skinny, stubby little me - I could put on all the makeup and nice clothes I wanted but I’d still be just average - nothing special.

“Want to get in here,” she asked, already moving to change spots with me.

I nodded and slipped past her, and as I sensed the closeness and warmth of her body, I felt a twinge.

I was confused by this twinge at first, uncertain of what it was. It was a feeling like my whole body was flushed, my nipples popping erect, a warmth spreading in my loins. Without thinking, I reached down to my pussy and it was wet - super wet.

Oh crap, I thought, she’s making me fucking horny.

I stood under the showerhead and looked up, hand still on pussy, and Sarah was staring at me with eyes wide.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I stammered, “yeah.”

I quickly put my hand on my head and rinsed away the shampoo.

Sarah scrubbed shampoo into her hair, her tits jiggling as she moved her arms. I was so glad we were in a shower to conceal just how fucking wet I was. Otherwise, I would have been in an even bigger panic.

Up until this point, if you had asked me my sexuality I would answered asexual. But not by choice. Asexual because no one would ever want to have sex with me. So I honestly never gave it any thought. I mean, I have hormones, sure, and I masturbated just like everyone else.

But this was the first time I had ever experienced sexual excitement with another person right there. And the fact that it was Sarah, and we were both girls, wasn’t registering. All that was registering was that I was super turned on and wet.

So much so that if she just so much as breathed on me I would have cum ten times in a row and fainted, probably.

My hair rinsed, I motioned for Sarah to switch spots with me again, and as she passed by this time I had to resist the impulse to reach out and grab her. I don’t know what I would have done - probably dry humped her leg or something.

Wouldn’t that do wonders for our years of friendship.

“Do you want some soap?”

I nodded and she turned under the showerhead to pick up a bottle of liquid body soap from the edge of the tub.

Fucking hell, I thought, her ass is amazing too! Dammit!

And her ass was amazing. How she had kept that perfectly round, firm ass under wraps all these years was beyond me.

As she turned back my eyes were firmly stuck to her ass, then rose to meet hers. Awkward.

“Um, you have a really nice butt,” I said quietly, trying to diffuse the awkwardness by meeting it directly.

“I do not,” she replied, turning quickly. “Stop teasing.”

“Seriously, I’m not teasing.”

I turned around to show her my ass, which I felt was flat and shapeless.

“Look at mine compared to yours,” I said, putting a hand on each cheek to emphasize my flaws. “Mine is all flat, yours is super round. I’m jealous.”

“Yours is not flat,” she giggled. “It’s cute. Just like the rest of you.”

Again, I felt the color rising in my face. I was not used to compliments, I had no idea how to accept them. I just shrugged in response.

A shrug? Nice one, idiot.

Despite my horniess, sharing a laugh had lightened the mood a little. Sarah held the bottle of body soap with both hands as she locked eyes with me.

“Mel,” she said quietly, “can I ask you something?”

Oh shit.

“Of course you can.”

“Can I wash your back?”

“Oh, sure.”