PART 1 CHAPTER 3
Cindy came back about ten minutes later, holding the blue and white stripped panties. She yelled at Claire that the next time she found her underwear left in the bathroom she would throw it in the pool.
I choked on some oxygen as I realized I had almost sniffed a thirteen year old’s panties earlier… yikes.
The rest of the evening was a little dry, no pun intended. We got out of the pool, dried off, had some dinner (burgers her Dad grilled and a salad her Mom had thrown together) and then left. Conversation had been dull and quiet, and I could tell Cindy was still super embarrassed.
Even the following Monday at school she shied away from me and refused eye contact. She even skipped lunch. Tuesday was similar, but during lunch she did sit with me. We sat in silence for the first fifteen minutes. Within that time we both finished our lunches. After a while, I spoke. “Hey… you alright?”
Cindy sighed. “… Yeah, I guess so.”
“We can talk about it if you want…” I offered. She just shook her head ‘no.’ “… Do you wanna go for a walk or something?” I suggested, gesturing to the doors. I had gone on walks around the school often during my lunch periods the previous year. Plus I figured if she wanted to talk, it would give us some more privacy than the bustling cafeteria. Cindy looked up at me, and then her eyes shifted to the side a little.
“… Sure. That sounds nice,” she agreed. We threw out the remains of our lunches and stepped outside. Luckily it had cooled down over the past few days, and even though it was around mid day, the air was comfortable. We walked around the school, keeping quiet for a while. Cindy spoke as we rounded the first corner and began walking down the sidewalk the busses parked at.
“… No one’s ever seen me like that before,” she said quietly.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. “… Sorry,” I said uncertainly.
Cindy looked over at me. “Why are you apologizing? You actually turned around and looked away. Most guys wouldn’t do that.”
I just shrugged.
Cindy bit her lip. “… Did you like them?” she asked hesitantly.
“Wha- … What?” I stuttered as my face started to burn, though I noticed her cheeks reddening as well.
“Well, I don’t mean to be weird, but… I’ve always wondered if a guy would think I was pretty. I feel like a creep asking, but… I can’t really ask anyone else.”
I gulped. “Um, well… I mean, I haven’t really ever seen anyone else’s, but… uh…”
“Really? You haven’t?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“No… why? Should I have?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I just thought you would have by now,” she told me.
“Why? … Have you ever seen a guy before?” I blurted, and then immediately regretted it.
She just gave me a sideways look, which I tried to ignore. I stuck my hands in my pockets and acted like I was suddenly interested in a shrub next to the school as we passed it. She looked away from me and looked down, watching her own feet as we strolled. “No,” she finally admitted. We kept walking, and turned the next corner of the school. We were in the back now. The wall of the school to our left and the sports fields out to our right. They were empty, and a light breeze rolled across them and brushed our skin. After a minute, I stopped. Cindy took a few steps passed me and then stopped too, turning to face me.
“… Um, like you said, I don’t want to be weird or anything…” I started. Cindy was watching me, listening earnestly. I took a breath. Butterflies swarmed around in my stomach. “You have a really beautiful body… all of it.” I gulped. “… Ehrm, all of it that I’ve seen, I mean…” I reached up and scratched the back of my head, hoping I wasn’t being too awkward.
Cindy and I stood there for a while. Then she crossed her arms and hugged her chest, turned, and started walking away. “Cindy, wait! I’m sorry!” I had freaking blown it. Damn.
But then Cindy stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks were bright red, but she was smiling, and her deep hazel eyes flashed with a bit of gold again. I must have given her the most confused, deer-in-headlights look, because she turned back around and giggled softly. Then she faced me, and I saw a look in her eyes that was new to me. Something a little dark… something that seemed a little out of character for her.
“… What’s up?” I asked. She ignored the question.
“You know… you got to see a part of me. I think maybe I should get to see a part of you,” she suggested.
She caught me totally off guard. Instantly my cock started to throb until it was full length. I was happy I had worn jeans, though it was kind of painful as my prick strained against the hard fabric. I’d like to bring up the fact again that I had never done anything too sexual before… so I had never exposed myself to anyone. I was starting to get a little of the same fear Cindy had, too. What if she didn’t like it? What if it was too small, and she laughed?
“… I’m sorry, that was really rude, you don’t have to show me anything,” Cindy apologized, taking a half step away from me.
I took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. Here,” I said with a grin. Cindy almost flinched as I moved, but to her surprise, I only lifted my shirt, revealing my pectorals. Then I pulled my shirt down and crossed my arms. “I know they’re not as amazing as yours, but did you like them?” I asked, unable to contain a smirk.
“You jerk!” Cindy laughed and she shoved me. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Okay! Okay! Fine! … Jeese,” I breathed, a wide grin still on my face. My grin began to fade, however, as my heart started beating faster. I adjusted my stance, and brought my hand down to the zipper of my jeans. I saw Cindy’s eyes focus as I pulled the zipper down, and dropped my jeans a few inches. I was wearing grey boxer briefs, and my junk was creating quite a bulge. I hooked my fingers under the band of my underwear, and hesitated again. The color had left Cindy’s face and she watched with, well… curiosity more so than anything else. I took another deep breath, and sold my boxer-briefs down. My rock hard prick popped out, sticking straight out at her. The soft breeze felt a little chilly against my warm cock, and I flexed a little, making it jump involuntarily. I inwardly cringed, hoping she didn’t think I had done it on purpose, and I watched for her reaction. She just stared at me for a couple seconds. At the time I had no idea how other guys compared, but I was a good six and three-quarter inches in length, and had about an inch and a half girth. I had a small bush (that I decided I would have to start trimming) and was circumcised.
“… Whoa,” she breathed, and she shifted her stance a little.
Now… I’d love to tell you that she tore her clothes off, wrapped her soft lips around my cock and sucked me until I came all over her perfect tits, but we were both relatively shy high schoolers and again… this was all new territory for both of us… and not to sound like a goody-two-shoes, but I wouldn’t have let her anyways. I had more respect for her than that.
After about thirty seconds, I pulled my underwear back up and zipped up my jeans. Then I looked to her.
Cindy bit her lip. “… Thank you,” she said shyly. “… You aren’t going to be weird around me now are you?” she asked.
“Hell no. I like being around you,” I told her.
Cindy smiled. “Okay.”
She turned as I stepped up next to her and we started walking the rest of the way around the school. A part of my mind nudged me to try holding her hand as we walked, but I decided against it. I still had three and half months to go, according to her dating rule, but as far as I was concerned, this was perfect enough for now.