Danny hadn't meant to do it. After all, this was Brenda, his closest friend and next-door-neighbor with whom he had grown up. Both being only children, they considered themselves pseudo-siblings. But in eighteen years neither had ever touched each other intimately.
And yet, today, as he was helping her spread sunscreen on her back, his fingers had made contact with the sides of her breasts. He trembled and dropped the sunscreen on the ground.
"Danny Bernard, what do you think that you are doing?" Brenda asked him, trying to hide the satisfied grin on her face. "You're not finished yet. Why have you stopped? Do you want my back to get all sunburned? Pick up that sunscreen and finish my back." She had no intention of telling Danny that his touching the sides of her tits was exactly what she wanted.
Brenda Porter was just two years old when her family had bought the house next to the Bernards house. By the time they were in second grade, Brenda had decided that she loved Danny, who was just three months older than she was.
But, as is true with boys and girls, each often viewed the other as a nuisance when they wanted to be with their friends. This lasted only until puberty set in for both of them five years ago, and they began to be more aware of the other as a desirable person.
With the growing attraction toward each other also came the fear of rejection. What would happen if they tried something and the other didn't want it? Would their friendship be over?
In the last five years, Danny had grown five inches taller, thirty pounds heavier, but retained the shy demeanor that marked their first meetings. At 5 feet 9 inches in height, he was not the shortest boy in their age group, but he was by no means the tallest.
Brenda had only put on four inches, and 15 pounds in that same year, with most of the weight going into her chest and her hips. At 5 feet 8 inches in height she was still shorter than Danny, but she retained the slender physique her constant swimming helped her achieve.
Danny wore his light brown hair cut short because he, too, swam constantly. Brenda's almost black curly hair was also cut short.
They had often held hands with each other as they walked from their houses to the school bus stop when they were in kindergarten and first and second grades. By the time they entered third grade, the thought of holding hands with each other was, as they told their parents, "yucky."
And yet, this late June morning, Brenda had asked Danny to come lay out in the sun with her. She wore her two-piece swimsuit, and Danny wore his faded denim shorts.
The first hour saw them laying out their towels, pillows and plastic drink cups filled with cold water. They chatted amiably about school and swimming. Then Brenda had casually asked Danny to put the sunscreen on her back.
She lay face down on her towel, her chin resting on her pillow, waiting to see what would happen, hoping that something would. Her feelings for Danny had grown stronger as their hormones raged and subsided, but he had given her no clue about any romantic feelings toward her. So she had chosen this swimsuit to provide the opportunity for just what had happened to occur.
Danny, a horrified look still on his face, stammered an apology, picked up the sunscreen, and devoted his attention to finishing Brenda's back, only. "Hey, dork," she said to him, "don't you think that you should finish putting the sunscreen on my sides as well? They can burn, too, you know.
"Look," she continued, ignoring his apology, "we've known each other too long to be squeamish about touching each other. Just finish the job and don't worry. If I didn't want you to touch me, you wouldn't even be here."
Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as he proceeded to follow Brenda's instructions. However, he had to shift around to hide his seven-inch hard-on that was threatening to poke her in the back. He hoped that she would not notice his adjustments. Too late!
Brenda turned toward him with a wicked grin on her face. She blithely asked, "Did I cause that? I'm flattered by the attention. Time for you to lay down so that I can take care of your back!"
As he took up a prone position on his own towel, Brenda sat up and straddled his back just above his hips, applying the sunscreen liberally. She paid careful attention to Danny's broad upper back. As she rubbed the substance onto his neck and shoulders, she couldn't resist massaging him as well.
Danny groaned in satisfaction as she helped him relax the muscles that made him the best male swimmer in their school. She let her hands roam and then asked him to turn over so that she could massage his chest.
Without thinking Danny turned over, concentrating on the wonderful feelings Brenda's massage was creating. However, another muscular part of his anatomy made contact with her at the junction of her legs. This startled her and embarrassed him. She jumped off as he tried to shove his erection down between his thighs.
"You know," she grinned at his pained expression with mock-evil intentions, "I could help you with that problem."
"No-o-o," Danny wailed. "I'll just dash into the house and take care of it myself." He jumped up and made a beeline for his front door. Brenda tiptoed behind him, and when he went into his house she followed after him, trying not to make a sound.
Danny rushed into the guest bathroom just behind the living room of the Bernard house. In his rush to get to the toilet he did not notice that the bathroom door had not closed all the way; nor did he notice Brenda stop and stare at him as he dropped his shorts and his boxer underwear and proceed to masturbate until he shot his cum into the bowl. He then pulled his shorts up and went to the sink to wash his hands. And that is when he saw her, a look of total amazement on her face.
"Well, did you like what you saw?" he asked her.
Brenda gave him a wide smile and said, "Oh, yes. Yes I did. You are so big, as I knew when it poked me outside. And watching you ejaculate just now was better than I could have imagined. And after all of my mother's romance novels that I've read, I could imagine a lot, and have!"
Danny did not know what to say after that effusive compliment, so he simply said "Thanks."
Brenda thought about what to say or do next. After a brief moment she reached back and unfastened the top of her swimsuit, pulling it off so that he could see her 32B breasts. Then she pushed the bottom of her swimsuit off so that he could also see her hair-covered mound. Then she spread her feet so that he could also see the outer lips of her sex. "I've seen you; it is only fair that you see me."