Chapter 3

Cathy

CLINK! The chain link gate slammed shut against the pole, drawing my attention to the person entering the enclosed pool area. It was Cathy, the girl who lived directly across the street. Cathy already had on her swim suite and I watched as she walked to the far end of the pool and laid her towel on a chair. She pulled a white bathing cap down over her blond curls and then stepped to the edge of the pool, paused a moment and dove in. When Cathy popped up next to me I tried not to stare at her chest. I was 13 and Cathy had what every young boy wanted to look at ... BREASTS. Not just some little bumps or the first vestiges of breasts, but a real nice beautiful set of B cup kind of breasts.

As she stood next to me in the pool, I noticed how her blue and white striped suit clung to her body and her nipples stuck out from the cool water. We played and splashed each other for a while. Finally, we started to play at one of our favorite things. We called it "life-saver". The idea was that I would wrap my arm across the top of her shoulder and down onto one of her breasts ... after which I would do a modified breast stroke ... pardon the pun. The idea was to tow her through the water, she would just float and I would pull her along, holding her across her chest ... her breast nestled nicely in my hand. She never said no to the game and she never told me to stop ... we just kept at it until I was tired. We practiced this a couple of times a week for a couple of summers.