Best Friends for Life

Rachel had always been a tease. I suppose she was always that typical girl next door for me. With long black hair, powerful blue eyes, an extremely pretty face, a tight cute butt and round perky breasts, it was hard to resist my mind flashing to her during the more boring lessons. We had been friends since we were very young. Even then I’d had feelings for her. We’d do the odd “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours” thing. Sometimes she’d even keep her underwear off, in hope that I’d notice it under her short skirts. We grew apart, however, as friends do. It wasn’t until she was placed in my class when we reached High school that I really started to notice her petite developing body. Luckily enough for me, our surnames were similar, so classes that our teacher’s decided to order us alphabetically bode well for me. We’d sometimes sit and reminisce, other times we’d sit and joke about our teachers. I enjoyed being in her company, despite the fact that walking around would result in my crouching to hide my erection.
By our second year, she had joined the schools tennis team. I’d often ask to come and watch her practice and catch the occasional glimpse of her tight pale-coloured panties, and then I’d walk her home. People began talking and we were constantly abused for “fancying” each other, when in reality, it was probably only me that felt anything. Each time I saw her I couldn’t help but feel more and more sexually attracted to her. Her cute tennis dress pressed against her developing physique was all it took to send me into a trance and play out fantasy after fantasy in my mind as I lay in bed that night. The flirting increased and I could barely contain my lust for her. Then, one warm summer afternoon after we’d returned from her tennis practice, still dressed in her tight little low cut tennis dress, she had come to my door:
“You’ll never guess what I found!” she exclaimed, giggling excitedly.
She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the familiar small stretch of concrete beside the park we grew up in.
“Look!” she said, as she pulled out a small box of worn thick chalks.
“No way!” I shouted.
Almost every day when we were younger we had come to this very spot and written things on the ground about each other. Mean little juvenile jokes that were funny to us at that age. Until I went to far and had give her a kiss to make it better, which, of course, disgusted me at the time.
She dropped to her knees and began drawing pink swirls with her old favourite piece of chalk as I watched her from the side. Her innocent girlish smile made me laugh and I remembered those warms summer days when I had insisted that girls were “yucky”. I began to scan her body…
“Are you gonna help me or what?” she asked, grinning but not looking up from the ground.
But I had frozen; my eyes had led past her perky teenage breasts, past her thin waist and down to her round hips that her dress barely covered now that she was on all fours. But I saw no glint of the white panties I’d seen earlier, just the round smooth side of her right butt cheek. I needed to reposition myself.
“Yeah, okay,” I replied, shakily.
I walked around behind her and she moved slightly, only exposing me to her round cute butt.