Chapter 2

After we were almost discovered by my Dad "in flagrante" in my living room, Bob and I knew we had to find a way to get some real privacy for further explorations. Mom had made it pretty clear to me that while they liked Bob, I would not be allowed to go out with him (or any other boy) alone. We went out on some double dates with my brother, and to some church activities, but we were desperate to be alone! That's when the clever boy figured out that what Mom really meant was: no dates in the dark. He had casually suggested one Saturday morning that I go with him to a department store to help him pick out a gift for his sister, and Mom said OK without hesitation. We were stunned and elated. Free at last!

Apparently, my mother equated sex and darkness in her mind, as in you could only have sex if it was dark. Somehow, sex in the bright sunshine was not part of my Mom's universe. This was the key to my liberation, and once we got it figured out, Bob and I began finding ways to be alone during the daytime, usually in his car. While this was far from ideal, it was a big step in the right direction, and we began to take full advantage of this breech in the parental fortress around me.

After a few trips to go shopping and other innocent daytime adventures, Bob asked me to with him to a picnic at his high school across town. He promoted it to my parents as being a big event, lasting most of a Saturday. They finally said OK, little knowing that it was mainly a cover for Bob and I to be together all day. When the big day arrived, we left the house about 10 a.m. with a basket of sandwiches, fried chicken, and picnic stuff. I was wearing a stylish but very proper outfit when we left the house, but that didn't stay on very long. Bob stopped at a gas station and I went around back to the ladies room to take off my bra and change into another blouse that I had brought in my purse. I was very excited about changing to looser peasant blouse, as it would give Bob free access to my breasts by reaching up under the hem.

I had just gotten my blouse off in the restroom when there was a knock on the door. It was Bob, asking me to open the door. I was 14 years old, standing in a gas station bathroom in shorts and a bra, with my boyfriend wanting to get into the ladies room! My knees were trembling as I opened the door, and Bob quickly slipped inside. He kissed me, and as his tongue slipped through my lips, his hands slid across my back and he unhooked my bra. I put my arms down and let the bra slip off as he moved both hands to my tiny breasts, which were little more than large erect nipples. Bob kissed me a few moments longer as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and fingers. My nipples grew turgid and erect. As always, it only took a little bit of manipulation of my nipples before I began getting little tingles traveling down to my clit. Just as I was getting really fired up, Bob stopped, handed me one of his shirts and told me to put it on. He opened the door a crack, and making sure there was no one outside, slipped out the door.

I was breathless, but this was just part of a game we had been playing for weeks now. Bob would tease me and get me hotter and hotter, and eventually my lust would give me courage enough to slip my hand into his pants. Often we just got each other heated up and frustrated with no way to get a release, but I knew that today would be different. I recognized the shirt he had given me to wear; it was a bright blue oxford cloth shirt that buttoned down the front, backwards from the way my blouses buttoned. I tried to tuck it in but decided it looked better with the tails out. It was so big on me that I looked flat-chested, but I didn't care. It was Bob's! I gathered up my clothes and opened the door, only to find a stern faced older woman waiting on the sidewalk to use ladies' room. I just ducked my head and hurriedly walked to the car. I have often wondered whether she had seen Bob leave?

I got into the car and slid across the seat to sit next to Bob, tossing my other clothes onto the back seat. It was midmorning in a gas station, but Bob reached around my neck, caressed my breast, and gave me quick kiss before driving away. As we were driving through town in his 1956 Chevy, Bob told me to unbutton his shirt. I reached towards the shirt he was wearing, but he directed my hand to my chest. Well, I guess it was "his shirt", but I was wearing it at the moment! I unfastened the top two buttons, but that wasn't enough for Bob. He wanted me to unbutton all the way down, while we were driving across town on a Saturday morning. I confess I paused, but I rarely argued with Bob. I slowly undid all the buttons, and my chest was open to the breeze from the open windows.

I did pull the bottom together a little bit to keep the shirt from flapping, but my chest was exposed to anyone who might have been looking into the car. Bob kept telling me how great I looked, but I just kept my face down, hoping no one would recognize me. I was really ashamed of my tiny breasts. I doubt that anyone saw me, but at the moment it felt like everyone in the world was staring at my flat chest. Just before we pulled up to his school, I buttoned up the shirt and made myself presentable. I was really nervous about meeting Bob's friends and classmates for the first time, but at the same time I was in a state of erotic stimulation from just having exposed my chest to the world. We got the food out of the trunk and walked over to the area in the courtyard where tables had been set up. The only person present that I knew was Bob. This was to be Bob's senior year, and it seemed like he knew everyone in the school. For a shy freshman wallflower like me, it was overwhelming to be surrounded by a big crowd of kids and teachers who were all total strangers. Bob held my hand and introduced me to what seemed like thousands of people, and I just smiled and tried to be friendly. Inside, I was petrified.

Bob could sense that I was intimidated, and after a while he whispered in my ear that I should just bear with it and we'd have some time alone soon. People started eating lunch and, instead of sitting at the tables, Bob and I spread a blanket out on the grass at a little distance from the crowd. I was actually hungry, and we rapidly consumed some of the fried chicken and sandwiches we had brought. I asked him about his friends and who was who, as I couldn't remember most of their names. When Bob asked whether I needed to go to the bathroom yet I almost said no, until I caught the gleam in his eye.