Snowball fight

Snowball Fight
It all started when I was around 14 years old, just getting used to growing up and learning about my sexuality. I was interested in trying new things, especially with girls. I lived in a pleasant town, with lots of friends in my neighborhood. But one stood out. A few houses down lived a Stacey, who was a year younger. Though she hadn’t developed fully, she was a striking figure with milky, smooth skin and fiery red hair that I couldn’t stop thinking about. She was small, about 4 feet 8 at the time with petite tits, I would say A cup, and a tight but small little ass.
Every morning at the bus stop we would socialize, mostly just small talk and what not, but she never seemed to be too interested in me. This was very hard for me because soon she was all I could think about. The only problem was I didn’t know how to turn our conversations into something a more than just “How’s your morning been?…”
I was also afraid of what she would think of me, since we had been neighbors and not only did we know each other for so long but we lived so close. Also, our parents never really got along, the only reason I know of was that her family was a bit strange and her dad was a real asshole. This also scared me from making any further advances.
One lucky day, as winter was rolling in and we were all huddled up in jackets by the corner (which I hated because Stacey covered up her hair and covered her body in a thick jacket) she quietly came over to me and said, “Hey, would you like to come over after school today?”
“Yeah that would be awesome,” I replied timidly, not knowing what to think or say in the situation.
“Great! See you when we get home!” she smiled showing off the most lovely expression I had ever seen.
All day at school I couldn’t focus, nothing mattered, not my boring math class or geography or even science which I usually loved. The only thing on my mind was what I would do once I got over to Stacey’s house. This was the first time Id been over to a girls house by myself, and I had no idea what to do or say. I was afraid her dad might be home or that I would make a fool out of myself just opening my mouth. But as the final seconds of the day ticked away, all I felt was excitement, hoping that this could be the start of something good.
The bus ride home we both sat awkwardly in separate seats, only adding to my fear that this would be a very strange experience for the both of us. We both just sat starring out the window listening to music, all the while I was hoping she was thinking about me the way I was of her. Just a kiss from those soft lips would make me the happiest boy, but maybe I was getting ahead of myself. She probably just wanted help with some homework or had a question about something trivial, the way girls often do.
The bus screeched up to our corner and after letting off a hiss, opened the doors. We walked off her looking back to check if I was coming with. Our eyes met and I was lost in her big dark brown orbs.