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Tomboy

... actually smiled a bit. "Don't be a knob." "I'm not a knob. You're a knob." I pushed her (carefully, at the shoulder) and she pushed me back harder, so I pushed her again and she fell over and she grabbed at me as if we were going to wrestle but her hand closed on my boner. We both froze. My face got hot. "Kip?" she said. "Sorry," I said. "I guess...I guess I better go." "Yeah," she said. And then: "No. Kip, what's happening to us?" "I don't know. I guess we're growing up." "I don't want to grow up like this. 'Cause if you won't hang out with me we'll never see each other and I'll end up becoming a simpering giggling empty-headed _girl._" I didn't see the logic, but I didn't think this was the time to argue about that. "What can we do?" "We gotta keep seeing each other," she said. "We gotta learn to deal with each other anyway. You know, adapt." I nodded. My throat was dry. "Adapt." Her hand was still tight on my crotch. She squeezed it slightly and sat up straighter. "Can I see it?" "Uh," I said. I mean, Spike and I had been naked together a bunch of times when we were eight and nine but this was different. On the other hand, it was Spike. "I guess," I said. I reached for my fly and then stopped. "Your folks?" She shook her head. "They've gone to visit my aunt in Preston. They won't be back until tomorrow." "Oh." I unzipped my fly but my cock was down my leg and I couldn't get it out of my jeans without either taking my jeans off or hurting myself. Here was an excuse to ...

... stop, I told myself. "Well?" she said. Before I could say anything, she peeled up her T-shirt and sat there in that heavy white bra. "To be fair," she explained. I'd seen more skin at the lake and managed not to embarrass myself, but this was a bra, it was lingerie: she was a stacked woman in honest-to-god lingerie. I could feel my heartbeat not only in my chest but all along the length of my cock. I tried to swallow but I couldn't because of the big lump in my throat. "I gotta take off my pants," I said. Then I said, "So do you." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Okay." We both stood up facing each other. She undid the button on her cutoffs and eased them over her ass, dropping them to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them under the bed. Her underpants were peach, with flowers on them. They would have looked very out of place on the old Spike; I had no idea if they suited the new Spike. We were making up new rules. "Now you," she said. I undid the button on my jeans and my jeans didn't fall until I gave them a shove. My wallet made a thump as it landed on the floor. I went to step out of them, like Spike had, but my feet got tangled, and I had to grab her shoulder for support. She grabbed me back. Her shoulder was smooth and hot, and the strap of her bra felt a mile wide under my palm. I pulled up my foot and turned the leg of my jeans inside out. "What a knob," she said, but there wasn't any annoyance in it. She knelt down in front of me, her face ...