"What was it you came about, Dana?" she asked as she turned around. The necklace was back in place now but her breasts were still entirely naked.
Dana stammered, "To-to give you this. It's part of the pin you were wearing on the nature trip; I found it on the ground. You must have broken it and not known about it."
"Oh, thank you," said Vera. She hadn't known she'd broken it. She saw Dana trying hard not to stare at the nakedness of her breasts again but not being able to stop it. "Is something wrong, Dana? You seem a little nervous. What is it?"
"Oh, Miss Kressler, you'd think I was awful if I told you. It's… it's this… sort of problem I have. I'm embarrassed to even talk about it," she said.
"But Dana, remember. I'm your troop leader. That means I'm your counselor. You girls should tell me any emotional problems you have, no matter what they are. I promise I won't think you're awful. Now what is it?" she asked.
"I… I've always had this thing," Dana began. "Ever since I can remember. Looking at you… at your… front. That's part of it. I know you saw me looking at you but I just couldn't help it. Other girls have an effect on me. I… I always notice a pretty girl and I began thinking things I shouldn't when I see one as pretty as you with some of her clothes off."
Vera did not give the girl the response she expected after such a confession. She simply smiled and said, "I take that as a very nice compliment, Dana."
Dana had her head down, afraid to look Vera in the face until she heard her speak. She raised her head and batted her eyes. "You… you do? You don't think I'm a creep for thinking you're pretty with your clothes off and wanting to look at you?"
"Any girl who likes other girls must have seen an awfully lot of girls to compare. So when you say like my tits, it can only please me, Dana," she said.
Dana caught her breath when Vera said the word "tits".
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. Your tits," she exclaimed. "Your tits are beautiful. I… I was afraid to call them what they are. I thought you'd think I was Flora Foulmouth or something." Vera's top was still off and her breasts were in plain view, yet she was making no attempt to cover them.
"If Flora Foulmouth is a girl," laughed Vera, "then she has to have a set of tits too, I guess. Every girl does. So I'm sure that's what she'd call them."
Dana was growing more and more at ease. She couldn't yet be sure exactly what Vera's feelings were but she felt much, much better about things than she had when she came in. "But… but the way I was staring at your tits, Miss Kressler. Didn't that bug you? Gosh… I'm still doing it too. I have to admit it, I still can't take my eyes away," she said.
"Vera," corrected Vera, "If I'm going to get close enough to you to help you with your problem, we've got to be on an informal basis, Dana. As to your question, no. No, it didn't bug me to see you looking at me like that. And I can see you're still doing it. Do you see me trying to hide myself, trying to jerk some clothes on to keep you from seeing them? If I was really concerned about it, I could do that, couldn't I?"
Dana's face grew relaxed. She was so – thankful Vera wasn't giving her a pep talk on what a dirty little creep she was.
"The reason it doesn't bother me to hear what you've been telling me, Dana," Vera continued, "is because I know there are a lot of different feelings people have for other people. Everybody's not alike in this world – thank heaven for that – and so why should everybody like the same things. Even when it comes to sex. You see, Dana, I'm well aware that there are people of both sexes who dig others of their own sex. Apparently, you're one of those people. But why should that make me think you're a creep? Only a very narrow-minded, puritanical person would jump to a conclusion like that."
"Oh, Vera," exclaimed Dana, using her given name for the first time and loving the feel of it in her mouth, "you're so understanding. It's so great that you don't criticize me for the way I feel. I'm so relieved to not have to hide my feelings in front of you."
"Sit down, Dana," said Vera, "I want to tell you something. What you've just told didn't come as a complete surprise to me. I think you know why. Yesterday, on the nature walk, I got the distinct impression that you were trying to tell the something about yourself. It didn't go unnoticed when you just left your blouse low where I could easily see your tits. I knew you were showing them off to me, and I had to assume that you liked me enough to want me to see them. Not as a troop leader, Dana, not even as your counselor, but as another girl. Isn't that right?"
Dana lowered her head but her gaze didn't leave Vera's face. "I… I… yes! Yes, of course you're right," she admitted. "I dug the way you looked so much I was just crazy to have you like me just as much?"
She raised her head again and looked beseechingly into Vera's eyes. There was a plea in her voice. "And in the same way, Vera. In the same way as I liked you, too. Oh, I know that's going to. Make you mad, but I have to say it."
Vera's smile this time was one of compassion. She said, "Dana, don't ever be too sure how someone else feels about another person. Especially when sex is involved, and when the feeling is one that most people don't stand or accept."
Vera touched her hand to one of her naked breasts. She spoke in a quiet voice. "I told you that it pleases me to have you look at my breasts the way you have been. Now, Dana… now would you remove your blouse? Would you take it off and let me have a nice slow look at the pair of tits you've got hiding under there?"
Dana was beside herself with excitement. Her hand darted to the buttons down the front of her blouse. "Gosh, yes," she gushed, "I sure will. I'd love for you to see mine. They aren't quite as big as yours, but I sure do hope you like them anyway."
The girl tore open the buttons and Vera saw a beautifully, shaped pair of young breasts leap out. "Ahh, good," Vera said. "You aren't wearing a bra. I knew you weren't wearing one yesterday, because once I saw all the way down to one of your nipples. But I wasn't sure about today. I thought you might have one of those real thin ones on."
Her eyes bored into the girl's naked torso and made Dana flush with color. Her face became red and, as Vera looked on, the pink flush that had begun on the girl's face traveled on down her neck and finally covered even the delicate surfaces of her adolescent breasts.
"You've no reason to be ashamed of showing that pair off, honey," Vera continued. "Your tits are really quite pretty. Don't worry that they may not be quite as large as mine. I have a few years on you, remember? And besides, size isn't all that important, is it? It isn't to me and it isn't to most men."
Vera walked to the couch where Dana sat and seated herself at the other end. Even though she wasn't even within reach of the teenager, Dana was overjoyed to have Vera approach her even that closely. Especially when she still took no care to hide her breasts from the girl's almost worshipful gaze.
"There's no one around now, Dana. No girls who might come running up to ask their troop leaders question at an embarrassing time. I hope you won't be bashful, because I'd like to see more of what you have hidden underneath your clothes," she said.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Dana. "You can see anything you want, Vera. There's nothing I have that you can't see. I just hope you'll do the same for me and get more naked yourself so I can see how you look under the rest of your clothes."
"Your legs are fine from what I can see," remarked Vera, "so why don't you pull up your skirt and let me see what's at the top? And if you're nice, maybe I'll let you see more of my body too."