Jamie received a package from Lisa. “Ooh, a sweater,” she said upon opening it. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Nils agreed that the sweater was lovely. “And look,” he added, “there’s a note. Is this a special occasion?”

Jamie read the note.

Dearest Jamie

I’m sending this in honor of your pussy wool. I might grow mine out as well, so we can be like baby lambs together again.

Love
Lisa

PS I’m sorry if it’s not stiff and scratchy enough.

As Jamie tried on the sweater, Nils asked what Lisa meant by “stiff and scratchy enough.”

Jamie blushed. “I’d told Lisa about one time when I was late getting ready for school, and I didn’t take time to put on a shirt, I just put on a sweater. This was back before I had much in the way of breasts. So during first period the sweater wool was so stiff and scratchy. It was like wearing burnt toast. Itchy, you know? But then it started to get more than itchy. Like with each breath it was stroking my nipples. And I was concentrating on that feeling, which was, well, arousing, arousing in a way I’d never experienced before. And I was getting hotter and hotter and more and more aroused, and I probably was about to, um, come, when I heard the teacher, Mr. Parker, speaking my name. Probably he’d been saying it more than once. ‘Jamie, are you okay?’ he said, once he had my attention. ‘You’re all flushed,’ he said. ‘Maybe you should take off your sweater.’ Of course I couldn’t take off my sweater—I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. ‘I’m not feeling well,’ I blurted. And I hurried out of the classroom and went straight home.”