Just the Three of Us

It was a hot summer evening and the three of us had been together for about an hour basking in the waning light, while enjoying the easygoing banter of teenage sexual innuendo. Della and I were both fifteen, David thirteen. Country kids, David and I were in good shape from doing chores and working on the various farms in the area. The tube top Della wore was the frequent target of our groping fingers, and the “Daisy-Duke” shorts drew our attention frequently to her nicely developing ass. She had perfectly shaped 34C tits and a figure that drew double-takes everywhere she went. Her short blond hair was always neat and her pretty face would have been a serious attraction even if her figure hadn’t been all that it was.

We had never done anything sexual together, but I had recently become bold in groping her on the school bus ride home. The first time had been no more than a quick grab-n-go, my first contact with a real breast. She didn’t protest and my exploits grew, both in intensity and in frequency. It became a daily routine that I had my “feel” of her soft woman flesh and often used these experiences to bring myself to climax. I never expected the games we were playing to go beyond my roaming around her boobs, but accidently discovered that she loved to read erotic stories as much as I did.

I had lifted a couple of sex novels from one of my dad’s employee’s truck, and made the awesome discovery of how satisfying it was to get off while reading about things I couldn’t have imagined otherwise. My little sister discovered these while snooping in my room, and had shared them with Della. When I found out about this, I was able to begin exchanging reading materials, and by extension, sexual fantasy with her. As a result, my groping was more intense and our banter more open. Penthouse Forum was a favorite, but I was also able to acquire several of the sex novels from different sources that summer.

I had only felt Della’s tits inside her shirts, but had never seen them. She wore loose fitting blouses a lot, and often wore tube tops beneath instead of a bra. Toward the end of that school-year, she took the jeans she frequently wore and cut them off short enough that the front pockets were visible below the hem, and the mid-seam folded neatly into a really sexy camel toe.

David, Della, and I had gotten together to exchange reading materials. David was our prime source for Penthouse, although I was never sure where he got them. The things we read had always been taken back to our own private sessions, and we had never really shared details about what we did while we were alone, although I’m sure the others used all possibilities in their individual fantasies, as did I.

The magazines were exchanged with shy grins, and eager, if unspoken expectations. Knowing what each of us were about to do caused our arousal to be heightened on this occasion, and David and I both fondled Della’s titties and grabbed playfully at her pretty ass.

I reached up at one point and quickly pulled the tube-top down revealing her right breast and fondled her in plain view for the very first time. I allowed by forefinger and thumb to encircle the pink nipple and pinched and gently pulled at it for a couple of seconds. The areola was the size of half dollar and slightly lighter in color then her now aroused little bud. What began as a look of amazed delight, slowly changed to shock as Della fully realized the she was exposed and that I was touching her naked breast. Embarrassed, she quickly pulled the top back over herself and gave me a look that told me we had just reached a new threshold in our play.

This sobered our behavior a little, and suddenly, the three of us sat down on the curb together almost is if on cue. We lived in a very rural area, and the only street light in sight was on David’s parent’s property. We were just near enough to it that we could see plainly, but it would have been impossible for anyone from any of our homes to have noticed us there on the side of the road. Della sat between David and I, and we all just kind of looked at each other for a bit before anything else was said.

I broke the awkward silence by asking David, “So, we know she’s not wearing a bra, do you think she has on panties?”

Della didn’t say anything but looked at us with an impish smile.