Rocky paced around me as I turned this way and that, seeking a free spot to shoot, and he said, 'Get you on a holding foul.'
'Sure,' I laughed back, jumping high into the air and aiming that ball at the hoop with all my might. Rocky jumped with me, hoping to block the shot, but he was a fraction of a second too late and instead of retrieving the ball, his hands landed on me.
It was only an accident that he grabbed me by the tit. His hands should have lit on my shoulders, but I moved back just as he touched me, and his fingers slid downward, until my boobs proved that nothing is unstoppable. My eyes met his as he clung with sudden interest to my titties, and I saw clearly that he enjoyed feeling me. The ball swished through the hoop and bounced onto the floor behind him, but he didn't move to catch it and carry on with the game. Instead, the two of us stood there, staring at one another, both of us kinda racking on our soles, and he rubbed his palms across the swells of my tits. He had to know they weren't basketballs, especially when my nipples sprang up hard and hot to punch through the fabric of my T-shirt and tickle his hands.
'Get you with a holding foul,' I said, trying to sound chirpy and flirty, but my throat was suddenly very dry and my boobs felt very hard, like heavy weights on my chest. My heart was pumping faster and faster, and I know how red my face must have been. 'Mmm,' I said, leaning toward him, pressing so that my tits thrust insistently at his caressing hands, 'if you're gonna feel me up, you might as well kiss me, too.'
When our lips met I pound my loins against him. His crotch touched me just above my own, and the more I rubbed myself on Rocky, the better I felt about the way today was turning out. Life flowed into his cock in discernible spurts and shudders, and I clung to him as I felt that life become a raging hard-on. Well, I thought, Jill wasn't the only girl around who had her shit together. I seemed capable of doing it, too.
'Gee, Rocky,' I said finally, 'you don't know how long I've wanted to do that.'
'Yeah, Didi,' he sighed, his lips still wet from the hungry caress of mine, 'and, uh, say – are you dating anybody now?'
I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged his chest. 'No,' I purred, 'not really.' I looked up, starry- eyed. 'Is that en invitation, maybe?'
CHAPTER FOUR
'What a swell day it's been, what a swell mood I'm in,' I sang as I fluttered around the bedroom getting ready. I'd showered, and I'd reshaved my legs and underarms just in case and I'd sprinkled talcum powder at the juncture of my thighs to keep me from sweating too much. At the moment all I had on were my panties, the lime green ones, with white lace trimming. They're not cute, as cute goes – not like the white ones with the big cherry on the crotch or the yellow pair adorned with smile faces – but I thought they would be more suitable for this evening. And what an evening it was going to be! Maybe Rocky Graham wasn't the guy I'd have chosen to bust me, if I'd had a full field to pick from, but he was handy when I made the decision to be busted and I knew he was gonna work out just fine for me. I could still feel the hot throbbing life force shooting through his cock as we hugged and rubbed bellies on the basketball court, and I knew that tonight would bring me a lot more than hugging and belly rubbing.
'Didi,' Mom called from, outside my room, 'Rocky's here.'
'Okay,' I said. 'Tell him I'll be down in just a minute.' It was time to get dressed. But which outfit should I don for this night of all nights? A pantsuit seemed a little too cumbersome. An ankle-length granny might discourage him from trying anything. It should be the mini, definitely.
Minis are out now, or so all the faggot designers tell us. Thank God Albany is a smallish town! Nobody worries much about, styles and trends here, so you can wear what you want. Besides, I have pretty good legs, and they look nice in a miniskirt. If I was short and dumpy, I'd probably hate them like all shod, dumpy women. So I picked up the mini and went to my mirror.
Oh, you look great, Didi! I told myself, blowing a kiss at the girl I reflected. Like I said, I'm not a raving beauty. Photographers aren't breaking down my door, you know, but I'm not bad. Tall, like I said, with very long legs that curve in all the right places and look sexy even without stockings. Or so Jill says. My face is a little chubby, mostly in the cheeks, so I keep my hair cut in a shag which frames me like a raven-dark helmet. My eyes are large and my mouth is wide. Someday I'll probably have a double chin, and maybe sooner than I want it. But my neck is longish, and that helps.
I did a couple of turns before I dressed, eyeing myself from front, side and rear. Oh, the tits were fine. Rocky hadn't had any complaints when he was holding them this afternoon. They seemed to fit his hands perfectly. My bra size is 34-B, which isn't really big in view of my height, and I hope the nipples always tilt up at the same perky angle. I rubbed the nips then, using a thumb and finger to squeeze and fondle each of them so that they'd be up good and hard the first time Rocky pulled me against him for a hot, soul-exploring kiss. MMM! Just right! My nips are a pastel shade which fluctuates between pinkish and very light lavender depending on how excitement- flushed my titties are, and right now they were about as lavender as they ever get. A very good sign.
I rubbed my tummy, too, proud of how flat it was, and I let my hand slide down across the crotch of my lime panties. Definitely a quiver of response from inside. Yep, my pussy had punched in. All systems were go. I stroked the cheeks of my ass through the nylon panties, too, and I did a special profile shot so I could appreciate and get confidence from the delicious way my butt sticks out. Just like a tautly-drawn bow, I thought, but it should be so much more rewarding. Rocky wouldn't have any reason to kick himself in the ass for dating me, I told myself, and neither should I. This was gonna be a night to remember.
'I wonder how it was for Jill,' I said half-aloud as I got into the mini. Well, I should know by tomorrow or the next day, if I could just wait that long for the mail to get here. And would I have a story to send her!!
With the mini I wore a loose silk shirt decorated with the faces of old time movie stars. No bra, of course. I like my boobs to hang as loose as a goose. It took a fight with Mom and Daddy to establish my constitutional right to do just that, but I had to make some compromises for family peace and quiet. Like, nothing sheer and nothing which clung tightly enough to display the points of my nipples. Well, it was a small price to pay for freedom. I left the shirt half-unbuttoned. From his high posture Rocky couldn't help but look down into my cleavage every time he looked down.
When I went into the living room Daddy was talking sports with Rocky. Both of them were agreed that Albany High should have a great basketball season this fall, especially with Rocky on the team. Daddy seemed to like him, and he barely looked at the way I was dressed. Usually he'd have been throwing a shit fit because the tail of the mini doesn't quite cover the crotchstrip of whatever panties I wear under it, but I guess he figured it wouldn't matter if I was with a sports star and all-American boy. 'If you're ready,' I said to my date, smiling and beaming and aglow with excitement. He was ready, but he couldn't have been as ready as was. Not by half. Despite the talcum powder I'd used, my crotch was damp with longing, and the swish of my legs as I walked was about to drive me batty. I felt like throwing him down on the hallway floor and doing the deed without leaving the house.
It was just starting to get dark outside which meant that it must have been about 8:30. 'What would you like to do?' Rocky asked as we walked down the street holding hands.
'What did you have in mind?' I countered.
'Well, I thought maybe you'd like to stop by the Burger Castle and get something to eat, then maybe drop down to the movies? Have you seen All the President's Men yet?'
'Hmmmmm,' I purred, fully await that Rocky was following my plan to the letter. His voice spoke to me, but his eyes were talking to my unbuttoned shirt and the creamy round inner breast curves exposed at the top. 'Well, gee,' I went on, 'I don't think the movie lets out till 11:45, does it? And I have to be home by midnight, so if you were planning on trying anything, it wouldn't leave you very much time, would it?'
I said it all so matter-of-factly that I don't think he caught the grasp for a minute or two. 'Oh,' he finally said, his eyes brightening, his lips curling into a big, happy smile.
We went to the Burger Castle, of course, because he was a growing boy and he needed frequent injections of food to keep his motor running… I had a Coke and salad, and I watched him put away six hamburgers and two orders of French fries, plus a super-jumbo milkshake, and when we left he was looking so hungrily at the
