When you write about subject matter that may be seen as controversial by some, you're never quite sure how it will be received. I have to say I am pleased with the positive response for part one, the encouraging comments and emails tell me it was worth the effort. I started this story months ago but held off submitting it, why I'm not sure, maybe it was all the tension in our world today. It was originally a three-part story, but there's so much going on with these kids I've added a fourth part which will be submitted a week after part three. Enjoy.
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Switching positions so my shoulder wouldn't hurt had put her tight to me left side almost like holding a baby. With her head cradled in my left arm and her torso laying across my lap I slowly moved my hand to her breast hoping she wouldn't push me away. Her reaction surprised me, putting her hand over mine she squeezed slightly, enough to let me know what she wanted. I'd never felt a girl before, it was so soft and firm at the same time, so warm, fitting into my hand perfectly. Reaching up she cupped my cheek in her hand pointing my face toward hers.
"I've never been touched by a boy before. Have you ever touched a girl?"
"Nope. When I got older mom told me that where a girl has two layers of clothes my hands didn't belong unless the girl said it was okay. You're the only girl I've ever held hands with or kissed."
"I don't mind if you touch me Bo. It feels good when you do that, it makes me feel tingly inside and wanted."
Though we were inexperienced we weren't ignorant, books can teach a lot, but it isn't the same as being "live" so to speak. I wasn't sure just how far to go, I soon found out. She began to unbutton her blouse and as she did, I slipped my hand inside. At first it was over the soft frilly cloth of her bra, then boldness took over as I slid my hand inside a cup. Never I my life had I imagined such a wonderfully soft, warm, bit of cone shaped flesh. Moving my fingers across the nipple I felt it harden, my cock followed suit. We'd been kissing passionately as I felt her breast, her whimpers and soft cooing into my mouth let me know I was doing it right. She wiggled her body pushing into my hand as we kissed. Then asked the question I'd been dreading.
"Is that your thing pressing against my ribs Bo?"
I was so damned embarrassed as I hung my head, "Yes. I'm sorry Hannah, I can't stop it when I'm with you, especially now that you've let me touch you. Please don't be angry with me."
She looked perplexed, "Angry? Why would I be angry? From what I know that's what girls are supposed to do to boys when they make out." She smiled. "I guess I'm doing it right then."
I wanted to open her blouse and push the bra up for unfettered access to her glorious light brown mounds of pleasure. She put her hand on mine stopping me.
"Not tonight baby. Mama and daddy will be home soon, on top of that I have feelings in my body I've never felt before. I wouldn't mind if you felt my other boob though, just be gentle they're really sensitive tonight."
Five minutes later we were sitting up as she put herself back together. Holding hands swinging slightly in the dark we could hear her folks coming down the sidewalk. As they entered the porch her dad flipped on the light switch, then smiled and sat with her mom across from us.
Her mother chuckled, "We saw granny Daley from down the street as we walked home. She said she wasn't sure because the light was off, but she just knew you two were sparking, as she put it."
Hannah and I laughed before Hannah spoke, "Nosy old bat. Yes, we were kissing and making out. Isn't that what young people in love are supposed to do?"
Her folks stood telling us goodnight, as they moved past us her mom stooped and whispered something to Hannah. It was time for me to get along anyway, walking me to the truck I asked what her mom had whispered.
"She told me to be careful, that we didn't want a momentary lapse of judgement to be the cause of lifetime heartache. I think she was saying to be careful how far we go when we make out. Do you like my boobs Bo?"
I was almost in a trance, "Hannah, I love everything about you. Your breasts, your butt, your legs, your beautiful smile .... Everything Hannah. Everything."
She raised up and kissed me before pulling back, "Good, because I love you as well. Some folks are gonna be against us, but we need to stick together and not listen to them. Okay?"
Our hands drifted apart as I backed away toward my truck. I had to say or do something, I stopped and told her through the darkness of night.
"Goodnight princess, I'll see you tomorrow."
The ride home in my clunky old pickup was surreal. Never in my life had I felt such euphoria, I felt as though I was literally floating. Sleep was slow in coming that evening, I kept replaying the feel of her warm soft breasts over and over in my mind. I wanted to be with Hannah every waking moment, at the same time I didn't want to disappoint Everitt and Molly. They had put their trust in me, I had no intention of purposely betraying that trust. I went to the tech school Monday to sign up for GED classes. There was initially an issue with my name. I had to explain that Three Bears was my Navaho name, my English name was Jace Bernard.
That brought on even more questions, the young lady led me to the counselor's office where I explained the complexities. In the 1830's the Shawnee were driven from their lands in the Ohio/Pennsylvania valleys to plots of land in Kansas. Many of the Shawnee fought with the Union during the Civil war only to find out that when they returned their lands had been given to white settlers. Those Shawnee were then absorbed into the Navaho nation and ended up on a reservation in Oklahoma territory.
My great grandfather was one of those who returned to their native lands in what is now called West Virginia. As a hunter he had earned the name Three Bears, two generations later my mother named me the same. Because I had to have a first and last name for a birth certificate and I'd been born during a full moon she named me Jace, which means moon. My father's last name was Bernard coming from the words bear and hard, thus my English and legal name became Jace Bernard, however, most people called me Bo. When I finished all of that she looked at me and sighed.
"Phew, I don't even know where my great grandparents emigrated from much less what their names meant. I commend you Bo, that was impressive."
Calling the secretary into her office she pointed at me.
