Sara has been my best friend for a long, long time. She moved to our street, just a few doors away, the summer before we started third grade. It seemed that almost immediately we found that we liked a lot of the same things and got along well together, and it wasn’t long before we were inseparable. We were always together, either at her house or mine.
One day in fifth grade we were in my room, playing video games and listening to music. We had finished a game when she said, “Beth,” not looking at me. She seemed embarrassed about something.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Uh, do you ever touch yourself…you know…down there?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?’
“You know, inside your panties, do you ever touch yourself there?”
“Well, I guess so. I mean, I take baths and stuff and I have to wash.”
“I don’t mean that. Do you ever touch it just for fun…just to make it feel good? Does it feel good when you wash it?”
Actually, she was sorta weirding me out. “I dunno; I guess so. Never really noticed. Why?”
“I do.” She was speaking really softly, like she was afraid someone would hear. “It feels really good, sorta makes me feel tingly and out of breath. Does it feel good when you touch your button?”
“What button?”
She was beginning to lose patience. Sara is a really good friend, but she can be bossy and impatient sometimes. “Oh jeez, you don’t know anything! Here, let me show you.” And she began to lower her shorts.
“Sara!” I exclaimed, “you aren’t going to take off your pants right here, are you?”
“Well sure; you’re so dumb you won’t understand unless I show you.”
And she did. She pulled her shorts right down, and the little white panties followed, and there I was, looking at her little pink... Læs hele novellen
