Two 13-year old best friends stood in the middle of the crowd of students leaving the Carlisle Middle School campus. School just let out for the day.

"What do you want to do?" Molly asked.

"I don't know," said Nick. "Go home I guess."

"I don't want to go home yet."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Molly said, stepping out of the horde of kids. Nick followed. "I just know I don't want to go home. I want to do something fun."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Let's just hang out and talk or something."

Nick veered off toward the concrete racquetball courts. They were semi-hidden from everybody else.

"So what do you want to do?" Nick asked.

"Something new! Something exciting!" she said eagerly.

"Do you have an idea?"

"No. Do you?"

"No. I thought you were thinking of something."

"No. It's Friday. We should do something. We can't go home yet."

"Yeah," Nick said, pondering. "If we were in high school we could go somewhere. They're always going out on Fridays."

"Yeah, like going out with their boyfriends and girlfriends."

"Yeah."

"We could pretend," she said.

"Pretend what?"

"Pretend we are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"I guess. How do we do that?"

Molly sighed and said, "Sorry, it's a stupid idea. I wish there was something to do."

"We could kiss."

"Kiss?"

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend. We talked about what it might feel like. It would be like pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

Molly stared at Nick. She imagined kissing different boys but she never considered kissing her best friend before.

"Okay," she said nervously but she also felt excited. Nick would be a good safe person to experience her first kiss with.

Nick took a step forward. Molly took a half-step backwards putting her back against the concrete wall. Nick leaned in. He put his hands on opposite sides of her head and kissed her. Molly closed her eyes.

Two seconds later, Nick pulled away.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It was okay," she said.

He was disappointed to hear that. To him the kiss felt amazing.

Molly said, "I think we are supposed to open our mouths and have our tongues touch."

Nick leaned back in. Molly opened her mouth and turned her head. Nick applied a kiss. Their tongues met for a second and Nick backed away.

"That felt weird!" she said, shivering. It was kind of freaky.

Nick didn't say a thing. He had enjoyed it again.

She said, "Let's try it again."

The kiss was deeper.

When they parted, Molly said, "That feels so weird."

"I liked it," Nick said. He wanted her to know that it wasn't weird to him.

"Can we do it one more time?" she asked.

He was happy to do so though he was confused. Molly's words said she didn't like it but her actions said she liked it.

When he began to back away, Molly reached up and pulled him back to her mouth. Something was both freaky and thrilling about kissing him.

They parted.

"It's pretty cool," she said.

"Yeah," he said smiling. He was happy she finally said she liked it.

He kissed her again. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.

"Wow!" she said after another break.

"Yeah, wow," he agreed.

"I guess we should go," she said. The campus was pretty quiet now.

He sadly knew she was right.

They walked home. Neither one said much. When he stopped in front of her house, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going inside. He walked ten more houses down to his home feeling like he was walking on air.

Nick and Molly knew what to do after school was out on Monday. They kissed for ten minutes in the semi-seclusion of the racquetball court.

It was the same the next two days. Molly was always the one who said when it was time to go. Nick thought he could kiss Molly all day long.

Molly gasped. It felt so wonderful kissing Nick. It was the coolest thing.

Nick hungrily kissed Molly. He couldn't believe he was kissing such a beautiful girl. The strange thing was that just a week ago he didn't even realize she was so beautiful.

"Nick," she said. She felt his left hand on her right breast.

"What?" he said without pausing his kisses.

"Your hand."

"What about it?" He had no idea what she was talking about.

She gently pushed his hand away.

"Oh, sorry," he said. He was now conscious that he had held her tit and he was now very aware of how the shape of it felt through her shirt and bra.

"Nick," Molly said.

"What?" He didn't want any distractions while kissing her.

She tapped his left hand.

He stopped his kisses and removed his hand from her tit.

"Sorry," he said feeling embarrassed. He couldn't believe he did it again.

They resumed kissing.

Molly enjoyed the kissing but her thoughts went elsewhere. There was something exciting about having Nick's hand on her breast. On impulse, she took his right hand and placed it over her left breast. He paused in surprise.

"It's okay," she said quietly.

He resumed kissing and she put his other hand on her other breast.

"Ohh, Molly!" he said excitedly. He had a major hard-on.

Molly decided to surprise Nick. She thought about it all day at school.

When they reached their place in the concrete semi-bunker, she immediately grabbed his hand and placed it over her right breast. She loved the curious expression on his face.

"Something wrong?" she mischievously said.

"Uh..."

"Do you like the difference?"

"Yeah ... what did you do?"

"I'm not wearing a bra."

"You're not?" Molly words in his youthful mind immediately caused a hard-on.

She shook her head. She had the biggest smile.

Nick didn't see her smile. He was too busy putting his other hand over her other tit.

"Do you like it?" she asked already knowing the answer. She just wanted to hear him say it.

"Yes," he affirmed to her delight.

"Now kiss me."

He barely touched her lips when there was a voice.

"Hey, you two!" a man said. "Go on home!"

It was custodial staff.

Nick quickly removed his hands from Molly. He didn't think the man could have seen where they were placed.

"Sorry," said Nick.

"Yeah, sorry," said Molly.

"Go on," the man said, motioning with his hands and shaking his head.

Molly and Nick were too nervous to ever go back to the racquetball court. They didn't want to risk getting caught again.

"So what do you want to do?" Nick asked.

"I know what I want to do," Molly teased.

"Me, too," he said. Her teasing made things worse for him. "We can't do it now."

"Well, what do you want to do then?"

"I don't know."

"I only want to do one thing."

"Yeah," he sighed sadly. "Me, too."

"I wish there was some place we could go."

"Like where?"

"I don't know. Anywhere we can be alone."

"Yeah, if only..." he paused and a smile came on his face.

"What?" she said curiously.

"My parents are going out tonight."

"So?"

"What if you came over? We could be alone. Would your parents let you come over?"

"I don't know. I guess I could tell them I'm going to the mall with you and that your parents will drop us off and pick us up."

"Yeah!" he said excitedly. He was already thinking about several hours alone with Molly. What if she let him touch her tits directly?

"No," she said, shaking her head. "What if our parents talked later? We'd be in so much trouble."

"Yeah," he said, sighing. She was right.

The two silently tried to think of ideas.

"What if you just said we were going to study together?" he suggested.

"It's Friday. My parents wouldn't believe I am studying on a Friday."

"Tell them it's a project that we're working together on," he said, not willing to give up on his idea. "Tell them it's for our science class."

"You're not in my science class."

"Our parents don't know that and we both have Mrs. Witherspoon. They won't find out."

"I don't know," she hesitated. She liked the idea but...

"Come on, Molly," he urged. "I so want to be alone with you. I want to kiss you and touch your tits."

She smiled. She was excited by his eagerness.

"I guess all that can happen is we get in a little trouble," she said.

"We won't get in trouble. They'll never find out," he said. "Bring your science book and your notebook, so it looks like we're studying. I'll print some stuff off the internet and you can bring it home to make it look like we did a lot of work in case they ask you about it."