It was a warm night, maybe a trace of mountain cool in the air, and the bedroom window was open, curtains flitting in the breeze. I went to the window, stood there, feeling the slight chill come in with the wind. It felt good, and I stood looking out the window at the moon floating in the sky. Soon, I thought, I'd explore the mountain.

There were some neighbors, if you could call them neighbors – they lived two or three miles away – who had some kids my age. Aunt Cheryl had said that they had a boy and a girl. The girl was adopted, a Vietnamese orphan, Aunt Cheryl had told me, and she was certain the two of us would hit it off splendidly. In fact, tomorrow the girl, Kim, was supposed to come by and take, me horseback riding. I'd done a little riding, and I'd gone through a bit of the horse-crazy stage that some girls get infected with, but I hadn't been on a horse in years. It might be fun. Maybe Kim could alert me to the local scene. I wasn't exactly counting on living the life of a nun. There had to be boys somewhere, and if Kim was as pretty as Aunt Cheryl told me, Kim would know where to find them. "Sounds okay," I said, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it to the floor.

I stripped out of my bra and jeans and stood a long time bathing in the moonlight that came through the window. "Mmmm," I said, running my hands over my tits. The nipples stiffened against my fingers and little excited tingles shot through me.

In case you're wondering. I'm built pretty nicely. My tits are really a little bigger than they ought to be for a girl with my slender frame, but that only means they get a lot of envious stars. I'm a 36-C on top, and the stiffening nipple I was caressing are coral red, really fetching next to my pale skin. I'm blonde, very blonde, and I even have a puff of golden hair around my pussy so you can be assured I don't rely on Lady Clairol.