Saying it aloud and knowing Betsy would be watching sent a rippling orgasm through her highly aroused young body. She gasped, trembling as her orgasm washed quickly over her sizzling flesh.
The sound of a pickup truck broke into her thoughts. She jumped out of bed and ran to the window. "Betsy!" she squealed. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Quickly, she ran back to bed. Legs spread, eyes closed, she waited.
Having heard the pickup truck, Alice went to the door. "Hi, Betsy," she said. "Ready for the show today?"
Betsy, a dark-haired beauty a few months older than Patti, smiled up at Alice. "I just wish I had a horse to enter."
"Maybe next year," Alice said.
"Where's Patti?" Her dark flashing eyes shifted towards the living room.
"Upstairs in her room waiting for you," Alice said, her heart beating wildly. "Go on up."
Eagerly, Betsy nodded and ran up the stairs. She banged on Patti's door. "Patti?"
"C'mon in," Patti said, her heart racing, a pounding in her temples.
Betsy threw open the door and stepped inside. She stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open, her eyes popping. "Patti!" She closed the door quickly. Her dark eyes glowed. She stared at Patti's naked body, unable to tear her gaze away from Patti's exposed pussy.
Patti's heart leaped into her throat. Impishly, she rotated her slim hips. "You're staring," she giggled.
Betsy gulped back a lump that had clogged her throat. "You better get dressed." Her voice was raspy, scratching against her dry throat. "Your mother might come up and catch you."
"My mom won't," Patti assured her. "She respects my privacy. I can do anything I want up here." She challenged her pretty friend with her glassy blue eyes. "Anything."
Betsy was mesmerized by Patti's lush naked body. She eagerly looked over Patti's smooth creamy flesh. A tremor swept through her own body and she swayed. "You better get dressed."
"Why don't you take off your clothes instead?" Patti suggested, dying to see her friend naked.
Betsy wanted to, but didn't. A virgin herself, the only sexual thing she had done was talk about it with Patti. She shook her head.
"Don't be chicken, Betsy. We got plenty of time, and you're always talking about sex. I thought today we'd do more than talk."
A wave of heated emotion swept over Betsy. "What about your mom?" she whispered.
"I told you, she won't bother us. If you want, you can lock the door."
This Betsy agreed to. The clicking of the lock rang in her ears. A nervous smile graced her face as she turned back to a smiling Patti. "I'm scared."
"Don't be," Patti said. "It's not the same as if you were stripping for a boy."
Betsy giggled. "I wouldn't strip for a boy. I'm not a tramp."
"Neither am I," Patti said. "Now let me see you." She squirmed, anxious for Betsy to rid her body of her clothes.
Betsy tried the door again to make sure. It was still locked. With the palms of her hands sweating, she undid the buttons of her plaid shirt. Heart pounding, breathing rapid and shallow, she took off her shirt under the steady gaze of Patti's glassy blue eyes.
"God, you're so big," Patti exclaimed. "Take off your bra and let me see your tits."
Caught up in the sexual atmosphere and her own desire to experiment, Betsy unhooked her bra and dropped it over the back of a chair. Her face flushed red as she jutted out her large plump tits.
"Oh, wow!" Patti squealed. "They are big!" Her mouth watered. Betsy's tits were almost as large as her mother's. Hot spasms rippled through her pussy. She wanted to suck them, feel them against her face and in her mouth. "Take off your jeans."
Betsy leered at the pink seeping gash of Patti's cunt. An overwhelming urge to show her own pussy came over her. Eagerly, she stripped her jeans down over her full hips. They dropped to the floor.
Patti gasped, leering openly at Betsy's long legs and pantie-clad crotch. She saw the dark stain where pussy juice had soaked through. A hot flash shot through her body. "Your panties, Betsy. Take them off." Patti writhed hotly on the bed, impatiently waiting for Betsy to finish stripping.
Betsy, her gaze glued to Patti's oozing pussy, peeled down her panties. Kicking her sneaks off, she stepped out of her jeans and panties, completely naked. Her heart raced as she felt Patti's eyes devour her flesh. "I'm all wet between my legs." She swayed, passion running rampant in her young body.
"So am I," Patti whispered. "See." She brought her hands down to her crotch, parted the puffy folds of her virgin cunthole.
Betsy gulped back her heart. Her knees began to tremble. "I guess we should get dressed now, huh?"
"Oh, no," Patti sighed. She scrambled out of bed and went to her trembling friend. "We can have lots of fun together." She was inches away from Betsy, dying to grab her friend's bulging tits, but she didn't.
Betsy's head whirled with passion. The closeness of Patti's naked body made her dizzy. She looked into Patti's sparkling blue eyes. "I think we should get dressed and go downstairs."
"Don't be chicken, Betsy," Patti sighed.
She licked her lips. "We always talk on the phone about sex and what we would do if a boy wanted to play with us."
Patti's low hypnotic voice had Betsy mesmerized. She nodded. "Yes, but, we said we'd never do it with a boy." Her words came out in hot little pockets of air.
"I'm not a boy," Patti giggled. "We can pretend though and do what we talked about and have fun… nobody will know but us."
The offer was tempting, yet Betsy hesitated. It was all so sudden, so unexpected. She wavered, unable to move or make a decision.
Patti made it for her. She pressed her lithe trembling body against Betsy's and slipped her arms quickly around her back. "Just hold me, Betsy." Her insides were churning.
A gasp rushed from Betsy's mouth. The contact blew her mind. Patti's body was exciting, hot. Without thinking, Betsy wrapped her arms around her aggressive friend. Together they stood silent, holding, enjoying for the first time, the touch of each other's flesh.
"Oooooo, Betsy," Patti whispered, her lips against Betsy's ear. "You feel so good."
Betsy could only moan. Patti's hot exciting body and soft words made her hot. She couldn't think, could only respond to what Patti was doing. A soulful sigh escaped her lips as she caressed Patti's back.
"Mmmmm, Betsy. I'll bet Jimmy at school would like to be holding you like this."
In spite of her tension and passion, Betsy giggled. "He's tried often enough," she managed to say. "Always trying to feel my ass when no one is looking, or grab my tits."
"He'd cream all over if he saw you naked." Patti rocked her hips, squashing her small tits into Betsy's big ones. She squirmed out of Betsy's tight grasp and openly stared at Betsy's large ripe tits. "No wonder he likes you… your tits are gigantic."
Betsy blushed. She looked at Patti's small tits. "Yours are pretty," she whispered. "Jimmy would cream if he saw you naked, too."
"Maybe we should go over to his house and surprise him?"
"Oh no!" Betsy said emphatically. "I'm not ruining my reputation. Jimmy's got a big mouth."
"I do too," Patti giggled. She stretched her mouth wide. "The better to suck your tits with."
Betsy moaned. Things were getting far beyond anything she had imagined. "Can't we just hold each other instead?"
Patti smiled and went back into her shy friend's arms. Because of her experiences with her mother and the animals, she felt older, wiser, and more mature than Betsy. "Like this?" She rubbed her flesh into Betsy's.
Betsy sighed, trembled and held Patti close. "Unnnnn, Patti." She rocked back and forth, feeling Patti's hard bullet nipples burn into her flesh like hot tiny pokers. Spasms ripped through her virgin cunt. She felt dizzy and would have fallen if she were not in Patti's arms.
"I'll bet if I were Jimmy, you wouldn't be a virgin anymore."