When she brought in refills on juice and coffee, she offered to find Lori and Sara something more feminine than the jerseys they had on. She graciously extended her invitation to the Morgan's as well. Her suggestion was greeted with a good deal of excitement all around.
After breakfast, we all went back upstairs to brush our teeth before everyone went down to plunder Mrs. Reynolds' wardrobe. Lori and Sara came with me, since my bathroom was well-stocked with every type of toiletry imaginable. Mrs. Morgan went to get dressed and head back to her house.
Mrs. Reynolds had been using the room she gave me as a girl would a hope chest. Every cabinet and every drawer I opened revealed some new item that she had put there, hoping and dreaming that some day she would have a daughter to use it. There were at least 30 toothbrushes, 10 tubes of toothpaste, and several sets of soap, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, deodorant and perfume in what I assumed were expensive fragrances.
Even though it was a large bathroom, there was only so much space, so Neeka and Lori went first and Sara and I followed after. The first shift had gone downstairs by the time Sara and I finished up and I was deciding what to put on when I noticed that she was trying to work herself up to say something to me.
"Sara? What is it?" I took her hand and we sat down on the bed.
"Sam, we didn't get a chance to talk last night and I... I just wanted to say that I think you are really great and I think you are really pretty." It wasn't too hard to figure out what feature of mine she found especially attractive. Her eyes kept flicking down to look at my breasts, which were only slightly obscured by my sheer nightgown.
"Thank you!" I said. I couldn't leave it at that, though. Not a chance. I took both her hands in mine. "What would you say was my best feature?" Sometimes the direct route is the best. It was clear from her advance at breakfast that she wanted to get her hands on a certain part of my anatomy in the worst way.
"Your, ah, your breasts are beautiful." She said, staring openly. I pulled her hand to my throat and put the ribbon holding my nightgown closed into her hand. She eagerly unwrapped her present. She gazed at my chest. Her hands moved ceaselessly in her lap.
"It's OK," I said, "You can touch them. I want you to."
She reached out; then she hesitated, unsure of what to do. She and her sister had much smaller breasts than mine. I was sure she had never handled anything like my pair of double-H's.
"Please, stop teasing me." I told her. I took her by the wrists and put her palms over my nipples. "Ummmmmmm," I purred. The heat of her hands felt wonderful.
Encouraged, she stroked me with her fingertips, touching me lightly all over my breasts. She put her hands under my breasts and felt where they curved down into my last rib.
"It's amazing," she said, "they don't droop or sag at all. I thought breasts this big would hang down if you didn't wear a bra." She tried to heft them to get an idea of the weight and I leaned over to put more of them in her hands. She tentatively squeezed me to test their firmness.
"Don't worry," I reassured her, "you won't hurt me."
She smiled at that. "I guess not," she said. "I guess if you weren't hurt last night, there's nothing I could do to hurt you."
"You missed the reenactment. I did it all over again, and much better, too; when Mrs. Reynolds and Mrs. Morgan came back."
"What? Why?"
"Mrs. Reynolds found the ropes and clamps and stuff. The jig was up at that point. I showed them how I got free so they would know it didn't hurt me."
"You show-off!"
"Yeah, that too. Kiss me?" She slid into my arms eagerly. She wasn't a great kisser, but she had a lot of enthusiasm. She kept stroking my boobs while she kissed me. We fell over onto the big bed and rolled around, pressing and rubbing against each other. It did not take long to get both of us worked up so we were panting. She wound up on top of me.
The only article of clothing between us was my panties. I pushed my hips off the bed so she could pull them down.
"You shave!" she exclaimed. "I didn't notice."
"Yeah. A lot of my clothes are either so thin or cut so low that it looks better this way. Also, it's very sensual. It makes me much more aware of my pussy. Like right now, it wants to be petted. Will you pet my pussy, Sara?"
She stroked my outer lips with the same gentle touch that she had used on my breasts. She had my juices boiling in almost no time at all. My legs seemed to fly open on their own. She slid a finger into me and made me moan. She felt around to see if she could get a second finger in. She decided she could, and when she did, she touched the sensitive spot where my hymen had been and it made me shudder. My legs tried to close by reflex before I could stop them.
"You're tight," she said. I heard a note of surprise in her voice that I did not expect.
"Why does that surprise you?" I asked.
"Well, you being so... you know... sexy! I thought you'd be more... experienced."
"You mean you thought I'd be getting so much cock that my pussy would be loose? No. Not yet, anyway." I didn't want to admit how close I was to still being a virgin. Since I hadn't actually made it with a boy yet, I could still technically be called a virgin, anyway.