Carol was 21 and I was 18 when she came to stay with us.
We had been neighbors since the day I was born, a skinny, brown-haired, brown-eyed boy and she was a freckled redhead. Carol and I were the youngest of our respective families and she was the only girl, which meant her brothers would play with my brothers and the two of us were left to amuse ourselves. At first it was children's books and board games. Later we played in her father's barn or walked through the woods to swim in a small pond, partners in crime. As we grew older I noticed her budding breasts and she teased me about my teenage mustache. My family moved away when I was 12 but our folks were such good friends, they stayed in touch.
Five years later she had grown tired of living in 'the sticks.' Her parents knew there were better opportunities in the city and my parents agreed to take her in. She moved into the bedroom across the hall from mine on the second floor. Mom and dad slept downstairs, where they could have their own bathroom.
On the day she arrived I was stunned. Her red hair had darkened and her blue eyes pierced me. She was still Carol but she'd grown from cute to gorgeous. We were about the same height and medium build and she now had very nice round bottom and a well-filled bra. I overheard my dad and our neighbor talking one day, describing her as having "just enough padding in just the right places." I must have matured well enough because she gave me "the look" once in a while, although I have to admit I was too naive to figure it out. Something was up. I just didn't know what.
Carol made friends easily but when she was home she always had time to hang out with me, usually in my room, listening to music or just talking. One of my hobbies was bicycling, which kept me lean if not muscular. Another was chess and one day Carol asked me to teach her the game. "Show me some moves." I don't know if she was really interested or if it was just a ruse but I took her up on on it. My friends were jealous that I could spend any time with someone so hot.
"Come on, man, you gotta get some!"
"No, it's not like that." We were all virgins, even though we wouldn't admit it.
"Nothing? Don't you even get to see it?"
"Well, maybe a little," I lied. "I saw one of her tits."
"No way! How was it?"
"Pretty nice. Really nice. Just the one, though, when her bedroom door was open. She was, like, turned sideways and had her shirt off." I sort of embellished a little but not enough to cause any trouble. I really liked her and didn't want them to think she was a slut.
In my chess set, the Rook was an elephant with a turret on his back. She liked to park him next to the Queen, as if he wanted to put his trunk under her skirt. She liked to make jokes about the other pieces too, like, "Boy the bishop sure looks some kind of sex toy, doesn't he?" Or, "My favorite is the Knight. What's a more masculine symbol than a leaping stallion?"
I didn't mind. She actually was learning to play and she didn't mind that I usually let her win. She couldn't manage to out maneuver me on the board but that didn't mean she didn't have a strategy. In the beginning she wore casual everyday clothes, like jeans and t-shirts - typical for midwestern summers, and I could swear her nipples were hard more often than not. Then it was tank tops with no bra. Later, cutoff shorts with halter tops and she often would lean forward, studying the board closely and giving me plenty of time to steal a look down at her breasts. They were C-cups, I'm pretty sure and it was damned hard to concentrate as she sat cross-legged across from me. More than once we would finish a game and go to our separate beds and I would masturbate before going to sleep, fantasizing about how she might look naked. I was no stranger to pornography but this was a real live woman who apparently did not mind if I stared at her cleavage. Her shorts were so short, I could almost see a bit of pubic hair as she shifted on the floor, allegedly just getting comfortable. At least I imagined I could, and I certainly did try. Her pajamas were another story. Not silk but something like it. I swore I could see through them but it was also probably just wishful thinking.
One night I went down the hall to the bathroom and on the way back to my room she opened her door and walked right into me. By accident. Maybe. There I was in nothing but boxers and as we bumped into each other, I KNEW she was naked under that thin film of cloth. I actually felt one of her nipples against my chest and the swell of her hip against my soft cock for a second.
"Sorry," I stammered, "didn't see you there." I would have been both mortified and thrilled if I had been erect at that moment.
"My fault," she said with a smile. "Good night." Something about the way she looked at me sent a mild current up my spine.
"Good night." As we passed each other she gave a playful squeeze on my left butt cheek and the mild current became a bolt of lightning. By the time I got back to my room I had a raging hardon.
The next night we played chess. This time she wore a pink tube top with nothing underneath and it conformed perfectly to her bust. Better yet, a pair of thin, filmy, clingy running shorts completed her outfit. I swear, I could see a perfect outline of her pussy. She won two games in a row, each one lasting less than five minutes.
"Are you alright?" she asked with a grin.
"Uh, yeah. I, uh... You're getting pretty good at this."
