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“It's my first time… be careful please?” her voice was timid, in the semi-darkened room. They were alone but they could still hear the party one story below. A secret party. No parents. Exciting and scary. Well, less of a party, and more of a few gaming friends. And less of a secret as he had permission to invite a few friends. Naty was a given to attend. She was nearly a fixed feature in their family, as Nate was to her parents.
Although, it was very true that there were no parents at home. No other family was in attendance. And no adults. They were alone as they had planned.
It was his room. Familiar territory. From the Marvel posters on the wall, to the faint smell of overripe sweat and corn chips. This wasn’t their first time in his room, but after talking about it for days, they had decided that tonight would be the night.
“It’s my first time too.” His voice nearly matched hers. He could barely see her in the dim light. That didn’t matter. He could close his eyes and picture every inch of her clearly. In this way he knew her body, as well as his own.
“It's nice to know that I'm not the only one nervous here,” she quipped, trying to keep calm but failing. She couldn’t stop bouncing her foot on the floorboard as she sat on the edge of his bed. Only a few inches separated them.
“I think you are very pretty,” he told her with sincerity. She blushed, her cheeks turned red even in the dim light.
“S-stop...don't say things like that when we are about to...you know...” She looked away, clutching at the hem of her pink sweater.
“You don’t want to know that I think you are pretty?”
Naty was looking away, trying to avoid his gaze. “I-I do...but this is different. I'm nervous and it makes me even more anxious when you say stuff like that...” She clamped down on her knee to steady it.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a hinge of regret. Nate had known Naty his entire life and they grew up like brother and sister. They were there for each other through all their firsts. This was just another step in the development of their relationship. It was a step he was very eager to take, but he too was nervous.
Naty turned to look at him, seeking his eyes. The look he gave her tugged at something deep within her chest. “It's fine...I just don't want to mess up...and I don't want you to regret this later...” she told him softly.
“Maybe we shouldn’t?” he asked, unsure of her feelings and not wanting to push her. Or himself.
Naty’s face seemed to melt, as her expression saddened. She looked down at her hands in her lap. “Oh...I mean...maybe you're right, it's probably a bad idea...”
“I really want to though,” he said with all honesty, letting his emotion carry into his low voice.
She looked back up at him, her eyes widening slightly. “Y-you do...?” she asked feeling both hopeful and afraid.
“Yes,” he confessed to her. “Just like we had talked about.”
Her heart seemed to skip a beat, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbled up inside her. “Are you sure...?”
“It depends on if YOU are sure. I don’t want to make you do something you’re not ready for.”
Naty shifted on the bed, aware of her body and his gaze. “Oh Nate. More than anything.” She takes his hand in both of you. “This just feels right. But it’s also terrifying too, you know?”
Nate, felt the warmth of her hands and the sweat on her palms. He knew that when she was nervous, her hands became humid, not unlike his own. He squeezed her hand in his. “It’s a big step.” Silence weighed over them. There was no awkwardness; each enjoyed the other’s warmth, lost in their own thoughts.
“I want to say things, but I don’t want to embarrass you,” Nate finally began.
Naty looked at him curiously, her heart racing in anticipation. “What kind of things...?”
“That you are pretty.” Nate said it with all the finality he could muster.
Naty scrunched her flushed face, turning her head to look down at the floor. “I told you to stop saying that. It makes me blush too much.” she said with a pout.
“You didn’t let me finish,” he protested. “I was trying to say you were pretty …short. That’s why I'm with you. I like short girls.” Nate said with a lopsided grin.
Naty smacked his shoulder. It was a running joke between them. They were the same age, and for a while, he was shorter, but he had caught up and surpassed her height. It didn’t look like it would change as they each continued to mature. He would always be a little taller.
“Hey! Don't call me short...” she exclaimed in mock indignation. She pouted even more, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. “Ugh ...you're impossible.”
“You like impossible. It’s why you love me” he grinned.
She couldn't help but chuckle. “You're not wrong, you know.”
“I never am,” he said with confidence, laying back on his bed.
Naty rolled her eyes. “Awfully full of yourself.” Her fingers tracing along his arm.
“Name one time I was wrong,” he challenged.
“When you said I was pretty,” she smacked his arm lightly. “You're not supposed to say that I am when I'm clearly not.”
“I think you are,” Nate smiled up at her, his hand caressing her shoulder.
Naty sighed, giving up. “You're impossible to reason with.”
“And so is your chest. I like those too,” he said teasing her.
She let out a squeak, her eyes widened in surprise.
“H-hey! So not true. So stop it!” Naty frowned and covered her chest with her arms.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he considered her. “Well they’re small …but I like small! And yours are perfect to me.”
Naty looked down at her chest and blushed anew. “Ugh...I hate you.” She crossed her arms over her chest more tightly.
“But I said I liked them.”
“I-I know.” she stuttered. “That's the problem.” She flustered herself. She knew she wasn’t as big as most girls in her class, and it was a source of embarrassment for her every day. While she was glad that he said he liked them, it also made her self conscious.
“I’m not supposed to like them? I’m confused,” he admitted.
Naty sighed, her face still flushed. “No...I mean...you're supposed to like them but it's embarrassing when you point it out.”
“But they’re right there,” He nodded toward her breasts.
She rolled her eyes again. “I know they're right there, dummy.”
“Can I like them, then?” he asked with enthusiasm.
Naty sighed in defeat. “Ugh...yeah, I guess. You can like them.”
“Good, because I kinda already do. And’ I’d d hate to have to like them without your permission.”
She tried to stay annoyed, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You're so weird.”
“I like them because they’re not huge and flopping all over the place.” He grinned at her, testing her patience, as he pretended to juggle. “The just sit there and point at me, stealing my attention.”
Naty couldn't help but laugh at his confession. “That's one way to put it. Are you sure they aren’t too small?” she asked self-consciously, as she let her hands drift to her sides.
Nate let his gaze fix on her chest, looking like small bumps under her pink sweater. “No. I think they are perfect, Naty.” He looked up into her eyes. He felt good seeing the satisfaction in her smile.
“And I bet they would look nice in person, If I ever get to really see them tonight,” he back-handedly reminded her while they were in his room.
She playfully smacked his chest. “For that, you aren’t going to see them.”
“But we’re supposed to do it,” he said with more whine than he had intended.
Naty frowned at his bluntness, the blush returned harder than before. “I-I know that...but still.”
“You get to see mine all the time in Mr. McCartys gym class.” He attempted to reason, not quite understanding the dynamics. It wasn’t even the first time he had seen her bare chested. But it had been a really really long time ago.
She groaned and buried her face in her hands, “That's different, and you know it.”
“I think it’s fair,” he countered.
Naty lifted her head to look at him and pouted. “You would say that.”
“You get to look at me all the time but I hardly ever get to see you.” He looked her in the eyes, seeing her expression soften. He begin unbuttoning his shirt to take it off. “See?”
She couldn't help but watch as he peels back his shirt, letting it slide from his shoulders. Her eyes lingered on his bare chest. Slender and smooth; she wanted to run her fingers across his skin. “Yeah ...I see”
“Yours aren’t much bigger than mine, you know,” he said with flawed logic.
She pouted again, looking down at her chest, the insecurity returning. “They're still bigger than yours.”
“A little yeah,” he conceded. “Besides, the smaller they are the sexier they are.”
“Is that what you really think?” she asked, studying his face. Their bodies actually weren’t all that different and she took comfort in the familiarity.
Nate shrugged. “I just like small boobs, and yours are pretty awesome. Is it wrong that I think that?”
“Well. A lot of people would say you liking my boobs is very wrong.” She admitted with a slight thrill. “But no, nothing's wrong with it,” she huffed, her frustration boiled up again. “ But it's super annoying when you constantly point out that I have small boobs.”
They were silent for a moment, and Nate began to understand it wasn’t a great idea to keep bringing them up. His fixation on them bordered on obsession, and he’d give anything to see them now that they had started growing.
“So you have a thing against girls with big boobs, huh?” she teased back.
“Huh?” the question brought him out of his thought. “Oh! Yes. Indubitably,” he said, laying back again so she towered over him.
Nati moved closer, resting her weight on one arm as she leaned over him.
“Is that so? Then what's your type, exactly?” She asked, she reached out her free hand to touch the warm skin on his abdomen, just below his ribcage. Nate sucked in his breath, concaving his stomach, shivering slightly.
“Girls. Short, little boobs, small butt,” he answered truthfully and quickly.
Letting out a mock gasp, she went on. “And here I was thinking you loved me for my personality.
“I love you for your butt,” he grinned mischievously.
“You're such a perv!” She smacked him on his stomach with a loud crack. He laughed while she gave him a playful pinched face.
With an evil gleam in his eye, he smirked. “If your butt was cake, your personality would be my frosting.”
Laughing, she rolled her eyes again. “Wow. …That was certainly …original.”
“Yeah and I do like licking frosting from cake!” Nate joined her laughter as she pushed him away.
“You're such a weirdo, you know that?” she told him, taking his hand in hers, entwining their fingers.
“Oh and I like small hands too,” he added, squeezing hers.
Nati held up their joined hands, looking at them. “Well, you're in luck then. Mine are small.” She marveled at how much bigger his hands were than hers, even though he wasn’t much taller.
“Of course I am,” he said with feigned confidence.
“You're so full of yourself, you know that?” she said softly looking down at him, a smile on her face. “You big idiot.”
“I’d rather you be full of me,” he said, trying hard to be amusing.
“Argh!” she let out a strangled sound, and dropped her head down onto his shoulder. “You're insufferable!”
“If that means sexy, yes I am.”
Exhaling into his skin, it smothered her words. “You really need to learn when to shut up.” She inhaled his aroma. The sweet smell of deodorant, and body spray, filled her senses, but hidden beneath, there was more. His scent. The familiarity breaking over her in precious waves. She had always loved how he smelled.
“Now, about those boobs. Want some help?” he asked, prodding .” He reached over to tug at the hem of her sweater.
“You wouldn't dare,” she slapped his hand away with a laugh.
“Boobies,” he sids with a low chuckle and a grin. “Gimme!”
“Stohhhp,” she laughed. “What did I just say about shutting up...!?”
“I couldn’t talk, if my mouth was full, know.” He suggested heavily, as he lifted his head closer to Naty, and mimicked a baby bird waiting to be fed.
Clearly flustered, she covered her mouth with her hand, and started giggling. “You're being very naughty tonight.”
“You do want to shut me up, don’t you?” He smiled and tugged gently at the hem of her sweater.
Naty glanced back at Nate, a mix of embarrassment and desire in her eyes. “You're such a brat.”
“I don’t deny it, but I suppose I could help you out.”
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. “Oh really? And how exactly would you do that exactly?”
“Opening your sweater would let them out,” he said with hope as he stared into her expressive eyes. “Be free!”
Naty let out a small sigh, her hands drifted to the buttons on her sweater. “You really have no shame, do you?” she asked, her tone coy and full of playfulness.”
“Is that another name for penis? Because, yes, then very little.” He lay his hand on Naty’s forearm, lending her confidence with his self-depreciating humor.
She couldn't help but laugh at your response, her hands continuing to unbutton her sweater. “You're so vulgar.”
“I ‘m planning to be” He stared into her eyes.
Naty bit her lip, fighting back a whimper, as she finally undid the last button, her sweater now hung fully open. His eyes fell to her pale skin. The middle of her chest was bare, but her breasts still covered by the sides of the open sweater. He took it all in, his eyes following her collarbone until they disappeared under the sides of the sweater. The way her chest drew in and out with each breathe,. Her sweet belly, twisted from her position, but still tight and lean, broken by the cutest belly button ever.
“And you're sure no one will hear us?” she asked, the jitter clear in her voice. She looked to him for assurance, her eyes watching him as he stared at what she had exposed of her torso.
“Mom and Dad’ll be gone for hours,” he guaranteed her. She didn’t object when he swept the sweater from her right shoulder, exposing her budding breast hidden beneath. Not the first time he had seen them, but this was different. The last time, they had just been kids, playing kid games.
Her breasts were little more than a swelling on her chest, capped by tightly crinkled rose colored areole and a firm nipple. A mix of excitement and anticipation swept across her face, as she let her sweater slide down off her shoulders. He hadn’t noticed, so engrossed in the view. “Good...then I guess we have plenty of time.” She watched him intently.
“Wow! Fuck Naty…” His attention riveted to her chest. “You are so. Beautiful.”
She blushed again at the compliment, feeling self-conscious but also flattered. “I-is that…,” she started but changed direction. “You really like them?”
“Yes. Big udders are for cows. Yours are hot!” he exclaimed, reaching a hand up toward her petite conical breast.
She laughed again glad that he was so pleased with how she looked. Her breasts, firm and pert, refused to quiver with her laughter. “You really know how to compliment a girl, don't you?” She smirked and pushed him over, straddling his hips.
“Yeah, and I know just how to do it.” His hands caressed her shoulders as she climbed over him.
“Do you?” She leaned down, her face inches from his. “Because you won’t be staring at them for much longer.”
“Oh, no worries there, I could look at em all night,” his fingers traced her shoulder, down her neck to her clavicle, following the bony extrusion that invited his gaze, and fingers, downward.
Naty placed a finger over his lips, silencing him with a gentle pressure. Nate kissed her finger as she held it there. “No more talking...you've had your fun.”
“I think I’m about to,” he said with all seriousness.
Her smirk turned into a lip bite. “God, you’re such a brat.”
“But a lovable brat.” His hand trailed down to her left breast. So warm. So firm under his touch. He resisted the urge to squeeze her like a stress ball, instead he gripped her gently, pressing it into his palm. He knew he’d made the right choice when she whimpered. He rolled her nipple between his unexperienced fingers, enjoying how she reacted.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “You have no idea.” Naty buried her face in his neck, inhaling his essence.
Nate shuddered at the warmth, feeling goosebumps race down his body. “Do you know what to do?” he asked, his nervousness finally coming through after keeping it away with banter for so long.
she chuckled, her lips brushing against his neck. “I… I have a few ideas... I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Good, because I tried looking up the instructions on YouTube. It was very …unhelpful.”
Pulling back, she raised eyebrow. “You did what now?”
“What?” he echoed.
The spell broken, she couldn't help but laugh again, straightening up. The image of Nate watching instructional videos on YouTube about this amused her endlessly. “You didn’t.” She paused. “Did you? Why the hell would you do that?”
Nate wished he could say that he was kidding, but he wasn’t. “I wanted to be prepared.” He felt kind of embarrassed.
Shaking her head, she just chuckled. “And what exactly were you trying to prepare for?”
“Your boobs,” he quipped as he slowly caressed a breast in each hand.
she pushed into his hand, even as she smacked his chest. “You're so ridiculous.”
“I should be made to shut up.”
With a sigh, she stroked his chest where she had smacked him. She placed a finger on his own hard little pebble of a nipple. It sent little jolts across his body, making his leg kick out. She smirked, amused at his reaction. “Feel good?”
In response, Nate nodded, rubbing both her nipples between thumb and index finger. Naty put her head back and growled. She couldn’t believe how good his hands felt on her. No one else had ever touched them, and he felt like a devil in heaven.
“You need to behave,” she told him, recentering herself on his lap.
“I don’t think I can do that.” He gave both breasts a gentle squeeze, eliciting a groan.
Naty took one hand and covered his. The other, she ran her fingers along the waistband of your pants as she ground her pelvis into his. “Well then I guess you're gonna have to suffer.”
“That’s what my brother says.” His humor and timing left much to be desired.
Naty, used to his ill-timed nonsensical outbursts just rolled her eyes again, her hand now palming his hardness through his pants. “Don't bring your brother into this.”
“No. I wouldn’t. I think he already has a girlfriend. Plus, I like girls.”
This time, she was caught off guard, pausing mid grind. “You’re an idiot,” she chuckled, her hand resumed its movement.
“An idiot owner of small boobs,” he amended with a smile and a squeeze of her breasts. “These are mine now.”
With a smirk, she gave his chest a light push into the bed. “Watch it mister.”
“If I said your boobs were small, would you hold them against me?”
Naty threw her head back in a snort. “You did not just say that! So much cheese. I can’t believe I’m in love with a dork.” Her fingers traced his jawline.
“You love me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a long-standing fact between the two. He let his hands wander down her sides and back.
“You're really going to have to learn to control that mouth of yours,” she told him, leaning down onto his chest. He could feel her burning chest push into him.
“That’s what I’m saying,” he told her. “I want to lick frosting from your cake.”
“You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?,” she purred into his neck.
“I could be.”
“Oh my fucking God Nate!” She gave a frustrated and desperate chuckle. “Just stop. Ok? Please?” He looked at him, pleading into her eyes. “You helped me feel comfortable, but enough. I want to move on. Banter later.”
He couldn’t resist. “I like your butt.”
“I know you do, Nate...you're not exactly subtle about it,” the turn in her voice was evident. Yet he couldn’t stop.
“Yep, you could even ask my cousin.”
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of exasperation in her voice, but she played along. For now. “Your cousin? When did you talk to your cousin about my butt?” She stayed laying across him, their faces just inches apart. His fingers caressed along her back, gave her tingles.
“Oh I thought we were on using subtlety. But I could be on your butt, if you want.” He pulled her more into him, feeling her warm skin, and her breath on his neck, her head on his shoulder.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You're such a flirt”
“Yeah she said that too.” He kissed her forehead.
“Ugh, your cousin and I seem to agree on a lot of things,” she smiled and snuggled into him.
“I should introduce you two.”
She smirked again. “Oh really? You want me to meet your cousin who apparently knows a lot about you? Seems to me that you have a thing for her.”
“Yeah. I kinda do. But she’s busy tonight.” He shrugged under her.
Naty pouted playfully, acting disappointed. “Aww, that's too bad...I was looking forward to meeting her.”
“She’s with a boy. They are supposed to do it tonight for the first time, but he won’t shut up.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“Oh no, poor thing...it sounds like she's in for a disappointing night.” She kissed his cheek.
“Yeah. He likes her boobs and her butt.”
Naty couldn't help but laugh. “So I’ve heard. Seems like he has similar taste as you then.”
“Very.”
Naty smiled again, her hand tracing circles on his chest. “Maybe you and him could compare notes.”
“Or videos,” he suggested.
Her smirk grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Now there's an idea.”
“I wouldn’t mind sharing videos with my cousin,” he said as she moves down on his body. “It could be very sexy.”
Naty giggled, her fingers slowly sliding down his abdomen. “I bet you wouldn't. You'd probably love showing off for your cousin.”
“Want to see a topless picture of her?” he asked as Naty straddled further down on his thighs, her hand working his belt.
“Wait...you have a topless picture of your cousin?” she faltered.
“Not yet, but I will. “ He confessed, and grabbed his phone from his nightstand.
“Say cheese!” He pointed the camera at Naty. The flash went off in the dimly lighted room. Naty stared at the ghostly green after-flash as her mind slowly caught up. He turned to phone toward her. The is of Naty, looking down at the camera, her breasts on full display. “My gorgeous cousin.”
Her eyes widened in shock as realization stared back at her. “Hey! I can’t believe you just did that!” she exclaimed, covering herself with her arms.
“I just wanted a picture of my favorite cousin, on our first night together.” He pushed up on his arms to kiss her. Their lips met. He could feel her indignation waver and melt. She opened her arms to pull him closer. His tongue sought hers, tasting vaguely of wintergreen.
When the kiss broke, she breathed out. “Ok, Just as long as our parents don’t find it.” She giggled, still feeling a giddiness mix of embarrassment and amusement. “They'd probably have a heart attack if they saw that picture,” she sighed, shuddering at the thought.