Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for help with the grammar and some technical advice.
It was early on a Thursday morning when Rick's phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket; the display indicated a new text message. He tapped the screen and the full message displayed
FromTraci: Wanna hang out?
The message was from Traci. She had been his friend since third grade, and was quite possibly the most awesome girl ever. She was just as much of a sci-fi and fantasy geek as he was, wasn't afraid to get dirty and was one of the smarter people he knew. She was also an athlete. At almost six feet tall she excelled at the unusual combination of ballet, volleyball and basketball. Her thin build kept her from being truly outstanding in the team sports, but she was a solid member of both teams. Rick always considered it a bit ironic that he was the cheerleader and she was the jock. They had not see as much of each other since the summer started. It seemed like he was either working or hooking up with someone.
He typed his response
To Traci: Sure
She replied
From Traci: Full Disclosure, I need help doing something for my parents.
To Traci: I'm in for whatever
From Traci: They want me to get the RV ready for a trip. Can you give me a ride to the storage yard?
To Traci: As you wish
Rick slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed to his car to pick her up.
The sound of gravel crunching under the tires grew louder as Rick rolled down his window. He brought the car to a stop outside the storage yard gate.
"What's the code?" he asked.
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you,"
Traci replied, unbuckling her seat belt and leaning across Rick to put her arm out the window. Rick smiled as Traci's small but firm breasts pressed against him. When the gate started to move she returned to her seat.
"It's parked about halfway down the middle row," she said as Rick pulled through the gate.
He recognized the large travel trailer and stopped in front of it. Traci hopped out and retrieved the gas can from the trunk. Her first task was to make sure the generator worked.
Traci filled the generator with fresh gas and it roared to life. Once inside she switched on the fans and lights, making certain each bulb illuminated. She set Rick to checking all the cabinets, nooks and crannies for spiders and mice. She wasn't afraid of them, but it seemed like a more appropriate chore than counting sheets and towels. It also allowed her to admire Rick's body. Traci had some additional chores for Rick, ones she thought he was uniquely qualified for.
"I think we are done," Rick yelled as he stepped back into the trailer after checking the exterior storage lockers for critters.
There was no response from Traci. Rick walked through the trailer, finally stopping at the closed door to the bedroom.
"Are you decent?" Rick asked as he tapped on the door.
"You of all people should know the answer to that," Traci replied through the closed door," you can come in.
Rick twisted the latch and pushed the door open. Traci was leaning over the bed, counting sheets on a shelf.
"I think we are done," she stated.
"This is a lot nicer than that old Airstream your family had before," Rick observed.
"Too bad this one is so large it can't be parked in the driveway," Traci lamented.
"Yea, it was really convenient having it right there," Rick agreed.
"We had a lot of good times in that old trailer. It was an awesome clubhouse," Traci said.
"We did have a lot of fun," Rick replied.
"I was sorry to see it go, there were a lot of memories in that old thing," Tracy said.
"Remember when we found out that is where your parents hid your Christmas presents?" Rick asked.
"Yea, I also remember you insisting that the Easter bunny was real," Traci replied.
"Well, at least I did not insist we sleep with a light on when we camped out in it," Rick shot back.
"I remember some other things," Traci teased.
"Really, like what?" Rick asked.
Traci blushed and said, "Remember when you showed me your penis?"
"Yea, but that's not what you called it. You said it was my thingy. And I only did it so you would show me your boobies," Rick replied.
"You remember that?" Traci asked.
"Oh yea, a guy never forgets the first time he sees real live breasts," Rick answered.
"You're just saying that," Traci said.
"No, I remember your nipples are innies," Rick said, referring to Traci's inverted nipples.
Instead of the usual bump, in the middle of her areola there was a small slit. He had been fascinated by that characteristic of her body. She was the only person he knew with nipples like that.
"Well, they don't look much different than they did three years ago. My only hope is that I am a late bloomer," Traci lamented.
"What are you talking about, you have great tits," Rick replied, "I meant breasts." He hoped he had not come off as demeaning.
"It's okay, you can call them tits. I do. Just don't call them knockers because that sounds dumb. Anyway, I'm sure you have seen better," Traci said.
"I would not say better. And what makes you think I have seen anyone else's knockers," Rick teased.
Traci glared at him meaningfully, "I suspect you're having a different kind of fun now."
"What do you mean?" Rick asked, not completely sure he understood what his friend was talking about.
"Didn't you hook up with Courtenay?"
For reasons he didn't understand Rick blushed. He was certainly not ashamed of fucking Courtenay or any of the other women that had sex with him. Although he had shared more intimate and embarrassing secrets with Traci over the years, the only thing he didn't talk to Traci about was his sex life.
"Who told you that?" Rick asked.
"Nobody, but you two went from being textbook frenimies to pretty chummy over night, so I'm guessing Tab A went into Slot B somehow," she explained.
"I concede to your powers of deduction," Rick replied.
"So I guess you don't need our agreement," Traci said.
Rick smiled. The two of them had made a pact two years earlier. If they were still virgins when they graduated from high school they would be each other's first. The first six months after the agreement he had fantasized about nothing else but sex with Traci and her unique perky breasts. He had assumed that she was the one that didn't need the agreement; surely she had gone all the way with one of her boyfriends.
"I guess not, but you don't either, do you?" Rick replied.
"Actually, I do," Traci answered.
"Really?" Rick asked. "But you've had quite a few boyfriends."
"I guess I'm Goldilocks, not one of them was just right. I wanted my first time to be special, not five minutes of clueless humping in the back seat of a car, but at the same time I didn't want to be just another one night stand to some college guy," she explained.
"I kind of felt the same way," Rick said.
"So how did you find someone?" Traci replied.
"I didn't, it was pretty much a case of hormones taking over," Rick said. It was not far from the truth, his initial attraction to Nancy had been purely physical.
"And girls have a lot of issues guys don't, like getting a reputation as a slut, or getting pregnant. And I heard it hurts the first time. I mean I can get my whole fist in my mouth, but I can barely fit two fingers in my pussy. If I have to deal with all that, then the guy is going to have to be worth it." Traci said, and then wondered if she had said too much.
It was surprisingly easy to talk about sex with Rick.
"When you put it like that I can see your point. I just figured one of the guys you went steady with would have been the one," Rick said.
"I let Steve Jackson get to second base, but he freaked out when he saw my nipples. I had to beg him not to tell anyone else. I was so embarrassed." Traci explained.
"That was a blessing in disguise, Steve's an idiot. He couldn't find his ass with both hands, and treating you like that proved how dumb he is. Your breasts are fantastic," Rick answered.
Traci stared at the bulge in Rick's shorts, "Can I see your thingy again, I always wondered what it looked like when it was hard."
"Only if I get to see your boobies again," Rick replied.
Traci decided to call his bluff, "Okay. I will even go first."
Rick stood motionless as Traci slowly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts. Her breasts were on the small side of average, she was probably a 34 A, and they were perky enough that a bra was not necessary. The dark areolas were just over the size of a quarter, but this time her nipples were just barely visible. Rick stared at her for a full minute before Traci's voice snapped him out of his trance.
"I've showed you mine, now it's your turn. I think you should take off your shirt as well, I don't want it blocking my view," Traci said.
Traci put her arms behind her and leaned back. She felt surprisingly comfortable being half naked in front of Rick. She thought letting him see her nipples were would be embarrassing, but it wasn't. She pushed her chest out a bit, happy to display her tits to him. She watched as more and more of his hairy chest became visible. Finally he unfastened the last button of his shirt.
"Take it off, take it all off," she cheered as he rolled his shoulders back and let the shirt fall to the floor.
The last time she had seen him shirtless was at the lake the previous summer, and that had been from a distance. His chest looked even better close up. She shifted her eyes to the waist band of his shorts. He was moving slowly, but she didn't mind. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down, then paused.
"You really want me to do this?" Rick asked.
