We were lucky. We lived in the country and had lots of freedom. There was very little crime in our small town and, as teenagers, we were pretty much allowed to do whatever we wanted; nobody worried about us very much.
We had moved to the area when I was still in High School. I made friends quickly. My friends and I spent most of our time outdoors doing everything young guys should be doing. We fished the lakes and streams, hunted in the fall, camped out, rode dirt bikes, and generally had a blast.
Yeah, we knew that girls existed and we had certainly gone on dates and gotten as far as we could whenever we had the opportunity. But, it wasn't our first priority. We'd certainly noticed that the girls had changed drastically in the last few years. But we'd been so preoccupied doing guy stuff that we'd somehow missed most of the girl's transformations. It seemed like they'd grown tits and developed figures just about over night. One day, toward the end of High School, the girls were suddenly wearing short skirts and tight fitting tops that were often low cut.
How had I missed this, I thought? Then, just as unexpectedly, during the last half of our senior year, girls and sex had become a major topic of conversation. Yeah, we'd dated some, gotten a feel here, maybe a finger or two in a pussy, occasionally, but nothing of major significance. A couple of my buddies had graduated the year before and had gotten laid a couple times, but we were all still pretty naïve and inexperienced.
The summer after the year of "the magazines & movies" was cooler than normal and it seemed like it would never warm up and turn into "summer". We were out of high-school and gradually developing into young men. We started meeting down by an old abandoned gravel pit in the evenings. We'd make a fire, fish for catfish, and hang-out. Mostly it was just guys but occasionally a couple of girls would come by. After a couple of weeks, it became known as sort of a secret hang-out for a select few around the area. Remember, this was the rural west. There were no "boogey men", there was no crime, and my mom was busy raising my two young siblings, more or less on her own. We were free to roam around pretty much as we pleased. And, by in large, we stayed out of trouble.
We were young and nobody really drank much - it just wasn't a thing that my group of friends did or even cared about. But, occasionally somebody (usually my buddy Gary) would snitch some vodka or a few beers from his Dad's substantial stash, and we'd get a little buzzed while we sat by the fire and talked. Having alcohol was infrequent and when we did have some, there usually wasn't much to go around!
One night, a few of us were at the gravel pit when Gary showed up with his girlfriend (Debbie) and another chick named Nadeen, and an older guy named Bobby. They had beer, hard alcohol, and sodas (for mixer). Everyone sat around the fire, drinking what we wanted and starting to get buzzed. As I'd said, it was very unusual for any of us to drink, so it didn't take much for us all to start feeling it.
Nadeen had finished High School a year before us, and she had developed significantly, and in all the right places! She had big tits and liked to show them off. But, that was about as good as things had gotten for her. She had wild blonde hair that was thick and always looked like she'd just stepped out of a wind-storm. She also had a minor problem with acne. It wasn't terrible, but when combined with her crazy hair, a couple of crooked teeth, and a kind of big ass, she just was not very attractive.
Bobby was a lot older than us and had dropped out of High School years before. He was kind of a looser all the way around. He didn't seem to have any friends his own age, and had started hanging out with Gary and coming down to the gravel pit once in awhile. He acted like a tough guy and, compared to us, I guess he seemed pretty tough; he even had a scruffy little beard and he had a real tattoo. But, he'd stopped growing at about 5' 7" and maybe 140lbs - so he was only a tough guy around younger guys.
Bobby always liked to brag about the chicks he'd been with. He liked to talk about how he'd feel them up and how different girl's tit's felt. He told us about sticking his fingers in their pants and getting "stinky fingers" and he told us about making girls give him blow-jobs. Strangely, none of the girls Bobby talked about seemed to live anywhere nearby and we all doubted if these girls really existed - even we knew he was a looser and none of the local girls would have anything to do with him.
Still, he seemed to know more than we did and the topic of sex was of great interest to us. On this night, he told one of these stories in front of Debbie and Nadeen and, honestly, it was pretty embarrassing to hear him say these things in front of the girls. If any of you remember the re-runs of the old TV sit-com "Leave it to Beaver", Bobby would have been Eddie Haskell. He was a punk and a looser and a weasel.
After an hour or so of drinking, talking, and making crude jokes, Gary and Debbie slipped off into the bushes and started making out. We could see them just on the edge of the fire light. Gary had told me that he'd managed to get his hands inside Debbie's pants pretty often and she'd jacked his bare cock a few times. He was certain he was going to fuck her before the summer was over - but, up until then all he'd gotten off her was feeling her tits and once in a while he'd manage to stick his fingers in her pussy. Bobby had been looking at Nadeen all night. She had on thick, dark red lipstick, heavy blue eye-shadow to match her eyes, and all of us had noticed that she was wearing a tight fitting shirt that was unbuttoned a couple of buttons further than it should have been. Her cleavage was very apparent!
So Bobby, being the crude jerk that he was, began talking about a chick he'd been with a few days before. He told us how she'd dressed in a tight sweater that was cut low. He told us how she'd let him kiss her, and stick his tongue in her mouth, and feel her titties. All this time we were all listening with some interest - but it was just another "Bobby" story about some chick nobody had ever met. He started complaining about how she wouldn't let him "really get at her" and every time he got his hand in her pants she'd pull away and, finally, she left him sitting there, on the ground, alone, with a hard-on. I looked over at Nadeen. She was looking straight at him and seemed to be mesmerized, with her eyes transfixed on Bobby.
After Bobby made his last comment about how he hated a "prick tease " and said "don't you hate it when a chick lets you get that far then she won't put out?" We all sort of nodded our heads, like we'd been there many times. Then Nadeen just blurted out, "I'd let a man do anything he wanted to me". No shit! That's exactly what she said! We were all kind of buzzed, but I couldn't believe what I'd heard. So, thinking she was just trying to act tough for Bobby, I said "anything - like A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G?" - expecting her to back down. But instead, she just looked me right in the eye and said "anything" in a very convincing voice.
At that point, I think every single person sitting by the fire took a big drink at the same exact time. Then, it got quiet. All 4 guys stared at Nadeen and her big tits. As I stared at her, I tried to imagine what "anything" meant, exactly. Remember, I could imagine a LOT! Finally, Bobby said "well Nadeen, why don't you take your shirt off and show us what you've got?" I figured that would be the end of that - he'd called her bluff. She hesitated and Bobby said "Well, you said you'd do anything..." And, to our amazement she slowly started to unbutton her blouse.
When it was fully unbuttoned she stopped, Bobby said "don't stop there, take it off". By now our attention was riveted on Nadeen and nobody was saying anything. We were waiting for our first good, in-person look at a pair of naked tits. I still expected her to laugh and button her shirt up quickly. Instead, she took a big, long drink of her rum and coke, looked straight at Bobby, and pulled her shirt off. I guess Bobby sensed that he was in control and told her "all of it, don't stop now, show us what you've got". Without hesitating, he stood up and walked over toward her. She pulled her bra strap off one shoulder, then the other, and before we knew what to do, she spun her bra around, undid the clasp, and let her tits fall out!
By now, Bobby was standing next to her. He reached down, felt her tits, looked up at the rest of us and made some wise-ass comment about how full they were. But Nadeen didn't seem to care. After he'd felt her up for a while she looked up at him and said "well?"
Bobby looked confused but gathered his composure and, in a smart assed tone, said to her "you still going to do anything a man tells you to do?" None of us moved an inch as our eyes darted from her tits to her face and back to her tits.
At that point, Nadeen said "what is it you want me to do?" We could tell Bobby was more than a little stunned. Here was this chick who'd pulled her top off and was calling his bluff, in front of all of his friends.
