A Rainy Day_(1)

I was upstairs in my room lying in my bed as the doorbell let out it’s usual ring. Like many days, the next door neighbor, chyanne, was coming over to drag me outside. Chyanne and I were both 16 years old. We attended the same high school and we sometimes gave rides to each other. My mom answered the door and told Chyanne, like always, that I was upstairs. I heard the feet running up the stairs as I prepared for the argument as to why I should go outside was about to begin. Chyanne burst through the door with the same look on her face that I’d seen many times before. As she stood there, I scanned over her 16 year old body. She had brunette hair with blonde highlights that hung down to her shoulders. As I looked farther down, I came to her beautiful breasts. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra through her thin, yellow tanktop. Her flat stomach led me to her tiny shorts that barely covered her tight ass. Chyanne had been my neighbor for nearly 6 years, and when I was first hitting puberty, she is what I had based my fantasies around. 
 “Blake!”, she said to me in a serious tone, “Come outside, now.” 
As usual I replied with “And why would I want to do that?”
She walked toward the bed, leaned forward and placed both hands on the near where I was laying. I looked over to see a perfect view of her cleavage only inches from my eyes. 
“All you do is sit inside! It’s such a nice day outside!” She said to me.
 “So you’re giving me the usual speech about how “lazy” I am? Do you want to see my six pack again? We were just at the pool yesterday!” 
“Oh come on”, she replied, lifting one eyebrow, “you know you want to!”
I smiled when I got a look at her puppy dog face, and finally gave in to her request. 
“All right, all right, but only for a little. It looks like it’s going to rain soon anyway.” 
Chyanne stood up and pulled my arm out the door and down the stairs. I walk outside and my hair instantly began to blow in the wind. 
“Ugh!”, Chyanne snorted, “This humidity is ruining my hair!”
“Uh-oh, not your hair”, I said in a sarcastic tone. She punched my arm with a hurt looking face until she saw me snickering. After which she punched me again for laughing. We decided to take a walk through our neighborhood. Over the years, we had gotten very comfortable with each other, and we talked about many personal things often. So on our way down the street I asked, “So how have you been doin with the guys?”
She replied with a hopeful tone, “Well, I haven’t really been seeing anyone I’m interested in, but it’s been a year since my last boyfriend, so I really want to get looking again. What about you?”
“Well I’ve seen a couple of girls, but I don’t think any of them would “do” anything, if you know what I mean.”
 “Actually, no I don’t really know?” she said.
“Look, I’m 16, almost 17, and the farthest I’ve gone with a girl is making out.”
“Ohhhhh”, Chyanne told me, “Well it’s not like I’ve done anything more than you.” 
Just at that moment, I turned around to see my mom’s car pulling up beside us. The car rolled to a stand still and the window opened. 
“Blake”, my mother said, “I’m going to the store to pick up a few things. I’ll be home in a few hours. It looks like it’s supposed to rain soon, so be sure to hurry home.” 
“I know mom”, I said to her.
“Ok, see you in a bit. And hey Chyanne! Glad to see you got my son to actually leave his room.”
“No problem Mrs. Turner. I’ll try and keep him out of trouble,” Chyanne said with a wink.
The car drove off and we continued our stroll down the street. 
   We had just neared the corner of our street after the walk around the neighborhood when the first drop of rain splashed down and hit me straight on the top of the head. A few seconds later it had started to pour.