"I'll see you later," he said.

He started up the bank and again she called for him to stop. She didn't know why she called. It was as if she couldn't stand for him to leave. She wanted the excitement he brought with him.

"Do you want to play games?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"You're going to let me do what I want?" he questioned.

Beverly thought about the question. She had only a vague idea of what he wanted to do. She knew it involved both of them being naked and him sticking his thing into her.

"Yes," she answered.

Later, she wondered why she had been so willing, so easy. She thought that it was partly Wayne's aura and partly wanting to get back at her mother. Her mother was always ordering her around, making her do things she didn't want to do. Now, at last, someone was seeing her as a gown-up capable of making firm decisions.

Wayne stretched out beside her on the blanket. This time he didn't kiss her. His hands went straight for her titties. He began to fondle them through the material of her blouse. Beverly knew her face was turning red.

"They feel really nice," Wayne said.

"Thank you," she said.

She felt a little stupid at their conversation and the fact that Wayne was beginning to pant as he kneaded her firm titties. She had always been proud of her tits. Her mother said she got them from her father's side of the family, from one of her vulgar-looking aunts, but she had caught her father and other boys looking at them and she'd known that they didn't think her tits were vulgar.

Wayne started unbuttoning her blouse, and Beverly gathered up her courage. No boy had ever seen her naked. Tommy Rodgers had once had her blouse unbuttoned almost all, the way and he'd touched her tits through her bra, but that was as far as she'd allowed anyone to go.

Now Wayne was grunting as he finished unbuttoning her blouse. He reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. His fingers fumbled nervously with the hooks for a moment.