We were in a group of friends growing up, all the same age, we lived within two blocks of each other. It was strictly by location that we became friends, buddies if you wish. At age six our blue eyes and blond hair could get us mistaken for siblings. We called ourselves "The Sextuplets" when we got a little older.
It was Church together, school together, played together. It was Me, Josh, Zach, Bobby, Denny, Eli, and Addie. Yes... Addie! As in Addison, a girl.
We all turned eighteen our Senior year. The Church and school were still ongoing things. Addie had too much going on to hang with us. It seemed there was always some other guy around.
I was the youngest of the group. I turned eighteen three days after New Year's. I hadn't dated anyone. The other guys had some dates, but none of us had scored any more than a quick grab at a tit. Meanwhile, Addie was dating... a lot! The rest of us would talk about pussy having never seen one. The problem with Mormon girls is that they need to be married a couple of years before they enter the whore zone and start sharing it around.
Early February came around. Snow was piled everywhere. The guys and I had gone bowling. It was one of those places with 24 lanes. Down near the far end, Addie's date had her on lane 24. We were about 5 lanes away checking Addie out on her date and wondering if she was fucking the guy.
Addie spotted Denny and Josh and then the rest of us. She gave us a girl on a date wave. That seemed to piss the boyfriend off. There was some kind of argument that I assumed was about territory and that we weren't welcome in it. Addie took a swing and a miss after something he said. Then she stormed in our direction, leaving the dude with a shocked look on his face.
"I hope you guys will give a girl a ride home!"
"Right now? You can see we're bowling."
That was Denny. He was either being a smart ass or stupid. It didn't make a difference.
"Well Duh, Denny! I'm still bowling."
That was Addie. She had the high score.
It was a good ride home. I was driving my Dad's Mormon van. It seats 8! Addie rode upfront with me and sat sideways in the seat so she could talk to the crowd. It was a lot like old times.
As we pulled up in front of her house she asked what we were doing for Friday night. We had plans for pizza and going to whatever the latest SF nerd movie that was new at the time. She asked me to pick her up. The guys all cheered like the bus full of loons we were.
The night went great. Old friends and all that. The movie was over by ten. We all ended up in Zack's basement with his parents out of town. We all were noticing Addie. She was still Addie, but, well she was Addie. Quite a lovely lass.
A couple of guys were kidding her about dating which in turn got her to question us. We all laughed at each other's dating experience. I had only dated twice and each time the girl did the asking. The others were almost as pathetic. Addie laughed at all of us.
Bobby joked that we all couldn't be like Miss Experienced which Addie didn't appreciate the implication.
"Look, I might date. Notice though nobody is steady and I keep everything hands off the body. I do kiss, except for one time one guy did brush a nipple."
We all hooted and howled. Addie looked frustrated and flashed red.
"All he did was like this."
Addie brushed the side of her hand across her left nipple. There was a shirt and a bra, but there was now most certainly a nipple poking out against the fabric. The guys sucked in a breath.
"What?"
Addie looked down. Her nipple got a little harder.
"Oh, you guys are such losers!"
"Look! The other one is doing it, too!"
Addie seemed mad, but her nipples seemed harder.
"Well, if you're going to look, you're going to look. You are such children!"
She must have liked the attention. It was nipples, nipples, nipples until we took her home.
"Hey Addie, don't lean against the window. You'll cut the glass with those things!"
She turned away from the taunting although from where I sat I could see an evil smile flash across her lips. We dropped her off.
The gang was back! See you in Church!
Church took a back seat to Addie's nipples. Couldn't get the little raspberries poking out off my mind. It affected the others the same way by the glances to her chest. Addie would give us a demure little smile as if it was all our little secret.
We hung out after Church at Bobby's. We called him Fun Bobby because there was always something fun going on over there. His Dad had a pool table, ping pong table, and foosball table in the basement so the kid would hang out there instead of the streets. He even left a little beer available in a basement fridge, saying if kids were going to drink he'd rather they drank someplace they wouldn't be killed driving. We could have a couple of beers and he'd restock.
Usually, we'd sprawl on a couple of couches and watch movies. This was a little different. Everyone gathered to play Addie on the game tables in hopes of getting a look down her shirt. For those not in front, the others behind had an excellent view of her bent-over ass. Suddenly friends for a dozen years had a sexual element to the relationships.
After a few games, Addie looked at the rest of us.
"You know, this is fun. A lot more fun than the complications of a date."
Everyone looked at her not saying a word. Not just looking at her. Staring at her chest.
The nipples were back. Not just back, but standing proud. The shirt was much thinner and the bra was sheer fabric. It didn't take much to show the actual form of her breast.
"What? She questioned, then looked down at her front.
"Oh, those again!" You guys act as you've never seen a boob before!"
After a brief spate of discussion, it was agreed we hadn't.
Addie laughed at us.
"I think we could use a beer." She teased.
"Yes, a beer. That should do it!" We all chimed.
Addie went to Fun Bobby's fridge and handed back a beer to each of us and nestled one in her hand for herself while putting on a show with her ass. When she turned to face us the nipples poked right at us.
We had seen Addie after a couple of beers before and she would be fine. After we all had two Addie helped herself to a third. The conversation singled in on the subject of tits. Addie was lapping up the attention. With the beer gone she tossed the can towards the trash and missed.
"Fuck!" She cussed. I missed the fucking trash!"
In all the years when been buds Addie had never used the word. We were stunned.
"Listen to me. I sound like a fucking whore." She laughed like she was drunk. We all knew, including Addie herself, that she wasn't.
She looked down at her hard nipples.
"Look at that. They're still at it."
Everyone gave a nervous laugh including Addie.
"Maybe I should just show them to you and get it over with. Maybe after that, you could focus on something else."
"That would only leave a couple of other things we could focus on." Zack quipped.
Addie blushed deep red on that one.
