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Motorcycles have always fascinated me — well, mostly the guys who ride them. Spreading my legs to straddle that broad leather seat, the vibrations of the motor would easily penetrate the honeyed gossamer of my panties, already so thin as to barely cover anything at all. It was in this posture of vulnerability that my proclivity for teasing proved to be quite advantageous, soft breasts pressing against strong, muscular back, hands reaching around, firmly grasping his rugged leather belt, fingers casually trailing just a little too low — and so it was today. Brad was the older brother of my best friend, Karen. Living at home with his family, he was an upperclassman at the local university where he studied engineering. He was three years my senior and up until recently had always treated me like a kid sister. But something was different now and it all began a few weeks ago when I turned eighteen. Maybe I was no longer a kid to him, maybe no longer jailbait, but regardless, he seemed edgy around me lately. Perhaps it was the deep gold of my summer tan or the shock of sun-streaked hair that spilled down the middle of my back. But most likely, I suspect he had noticed the way I filled out my sweaters this year. As a late bloomer, my breasts had finally blossomed over the summer, increasing a full cup size. I had yet to go shopping for bras that would accommodate this voluptuous new development, and as a consequence, depending on what I was wearing, my breasts sometimes spilled over. I watched with mild confusion and considerable amusement as an uncharacteristic shyness slinked in and he embraced with a noble effort meager attempts to disguise his newfound discomfort. The soft, rounded flesh readily caught his attention, yet with well-mannered gallantry he tried in vain to turn a blind eye to my new womanly charms. His attempted aloofness was betrayed with crystal clarity by those lingering sideway glances that caused my heart to race. Brad and Karen’s parents were out of town for the night, due home sometime late the next morning. Karen invited me to sleep over but let me know that she had a date that evening, would be home well past midnight, and might just stay out all night long. I didn’t mind at all, since I knew we would have loads to talk about when she finally did get home and I looked forward to being sans parents for the evening. She assured me that Brad would make good company in the meantime and this sounded like great fun to me. I chose to wear a flimsy white shirt with delicate pearl buttons and a scooped neckline that promised to make him very uncomfortable. Squeezing into my favorite jeans and packing a light overnight bag, I was ready to go. Arriving at their house in the early afternoon, I found that Karen had already gone and Brad was in the backyard chopping wood. This time of year the autumn sun could get deliciously warm, but the nights were often quite nippy. Brad let me know he wanted us to have plenty of wood for the fireplace so we could make a roaring fire to take the chill off after sunset. Settling down in a lawn chair to enjoy the view, I watched as he swung his axe with expert precision, never missing a stroke. The longer |
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