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Chapter 3 With a sharp glint of daylight forcing its way through a tiny unguarded space in my window blinds, striking me directly in the face, my eyes reluctantly fluttered open. I swear, the Texas sun has it out for me. A short while later, upon finishing up in the bathroom, the time had come to decide how to make the best of my extremely limited wardrobe as I would no doubt meet some of our new neighbors today. More importantly, I'd be introduced as Christina for the first time to world. Pulling out my old dark red mesh North Valley Wildcats game jersey, a skinny white tank top and matching colored pair of old tight stretchy workout shorts, I slipped on my selected clothes to complete my intended adorning athletic look. With the tiny tank top underneath my vented jersey stretched tightly across my breasts, my extra snug top worked well to hold my tits somewhat firmly in place. On the other hand, my jersey only served to emphasize my breasts even more than I had ever publicly displayed before. Considering we haven't had time to go do any serious shopping yet, I wasn't about to accept feelings of guilt over my severely lacking wardrobe. In truth, I've seen quite a few high school age girls dress far far more suggestively. But up until 2 days ago, the way I dressed, constantly hiding under baggy clothes, there was very little hint that I could be one of those suggestively dressed high school girls. I thought I would have been more nervous, but my sense of curiosity trumped my sense of modesty. As we had expected, the doorbell first rang about mid morning. Our first visitors were our next door neighbors, the ones to our left when looking out of the front door, and the neighbors directly across the street. You could tell these neighbors knew each other by the way the wives were talking with each other, almost finishing each other's sentences. My parents went first with the introductions; actually, Dad did the honors, "Thank you for the welcoming, let me introduce you all to my better half, Sandra. I'm, Eric. This is our son, David. And this is our youngest, our other sssso, err daughter, Christina." Our neighbors from across the street then introduced themselves, Mr. And Mrs. Miller, their 15 year old son, Jeremy and their nearly 14 year old daughter, Lisa. Our other neighbor then introduced themselves as Mr. And Mrs. Harper. They had 2 children, but they had already moved out, one was away at college and the other was already married. "Jeremy's going to be a sophomore this coming school year at Edward Marcus High School. David, you look like you could play some ball. Do you plan on trying out for the team?" queried Mr. Miller, attempting to break the ice with us kids. "Yes sir. Actually, my brr... sister and I played organized tackle football for 3 years now. We've made it to the league championship game 2 out of 3 years." Dave proudly answered. "Very nice. Now you say that your sister played ball with you on the same team? I've heard of a few girls playing ball every now and then in the news, but I've never actually seen any play around here. That sounds pretty impressive. Your sister and your parents must be very courageous. What positions did you two play?" Mr. Miller inquired with piqued curiosity. "I started at nose tackle and tight end. Chris also went both ways, starting at wide receiver and free safety." Dave grinned, proud of himself for the subtle innuendo, while I put on a smile and nodded. "Dave and I are going to sign up and try out for the freshman team this summer. I'm really looking forward to playing high school football." I enthusiastically added. "With 3 years starting experience and your brother's size, he should probably skip the freshman team and try out for the JV team. I bet they'd be happy to have a guy with his size and experience." opined Mr. Miller. "Yeah, last year 2 freshman tried out and made the JV team, but I played on the freshman team last year. If I'd have tried out for the JV team, I'm pretty sure I'd have made it, though I probably wouldn't have played as much and I wouldn't have started." added Jeremy, eager to join the football conversation. Soon the conversations broke down into separate groups, Dave and I paired off with Jeremy and Lisa. My first impression of Lisa was that she was a nice, polite, quiet, understated and slightly shy coltishly cute next door girl type. However, even though it seemed like Lisa was still closer to the beginning of puberty, there was something more to her when I looked deeper into her eyes. The contrast between her and I couldn't have been more night and day. Her long dark brunette hair seemed to be her most 'mature' feature, if you could call it that. While on the other hand, I was nearly 5 or 6 inches taller than Lisa not to mention that gradually since last year, my body had filled out with curves that would rival many of the senior high school girls. I felt somewhat perplexed and conflicted as I noticed a sense of pride in our contrasting appearances. Was I already starting to feel competitive with other girls about our looks and attracting attention? I quickly decided, as silly as the thought sounded in my head, that I need friends now. So rather than entertain starting some petty rivalry, I quickly decided to take care not getting off on the wrong foot. While Lisa started warming up to me, chatting about the neighborhood, the people, the things to do in the area and of course all the important girl small talk about clothes and who's who around here, Dave and Jeremy seemed to hit it off very well right away, even though my brother was a year younger. However, there were times when Jeremy was talking to my brother, I saw him turning to look over at me, or more accurately, my chest. Judging by everyone's body language, every now and then, Dave would shoot a glance at Lisa while Jeremy continued eying me. Oddly, I thought I also caught Lisa's line of sight drift down to my chest. As for Jeremy stealing glances my way, I felt a little like I was being appraised like a cut of meat at the butchers counter before being selected for purchase. I filed all of my observations away for later contemplation. After finishing a few pitchers of ice tea and bowls of chips under the covered patio by the pool, our new welcoming neighbors thanked us all for our hospitality. On their way out, the Millers invited us to come over to their Sunday barbecue, which my parents graciously accepted. Having literally closed the door behind our leaving guests, Mom pulled me close for a hug and whispered how proud she was of me, then also added that we would need to go shopping soon. She couldn't let me wear boy shorts and football jerseys all summer. Perhaps we'd even make a quick trip tomorrow before we'd go to the neighbor's barbecue. Another thing I noticed while we were hosting our neighbors around the backyard patio next to the pool, as the day got hotter, the pool looked more and more tempting. Our new pool was far more extravagant than the one at our old house. The way the original owner designed the pool and the landscaping, our backyard looked like a lush jungle oasis. The pool was completely surrounded by large natural looking rocks and to complete the oasis look it even had a little waterfall running into it. With such an attractive pool and backyard, I had to rectify my bathing suit situation, specifically since none of my bathing suits were appropriate for me anymore. In fact, my old bathing suits weren't even appropriate last summer already. As my thoughts trailed off about making good use of our new beautiful pool, it struck me how I missed going in the pool swimming, but most of all, how much I missed who I used to go swimming with. While Mom cleaned up after our impromptu welcoming party, Dad organized Dave and I to help with some final unpacking, mainly setting up and organizing the tools, workbenches and storage shelves in the garage. A few hours into our project, I caught sight of my old motorcycle helmet. After dusting it off, I tried to put it on, but had no luck getting it over my ears. When I last wore my helmet, I still had a kid's sized head, now I'm pretty sure that I would need an adult sized helmet. The sad futility of watching me trying to fit into my old helmet caught Dad's and Dave's attention. After failing to fit into my old helmet, I walked over to my old bike to sit on it for old time's sake. It was almost comical how small my old bike now looked to me since my last growth spurt. I made a pouting expression towards Dad and Dave as they both chuckled at my futility. "Looks like we need to do a little more than clothes shopping. How about after we have a garage sale, what do you two think about getting some bikes that are the right size for you?" Dad offered to our astonishment. "Oh yes, please!!! Thank you!" Dave and I almost simultaneously responded as we jumped over to Dad, embracing him in a surrounding bear hug. I think this was Dad's way in his mind to help make up for the trauma of our move, uprooting us from our friends so suddenly. I wasn't going to argue, new toys have a way of taking one's mind off of everyday problems and responsibilities. Going to bed that night, I felt a little more at ease or more accurately, my mind was filled with thoughts about shopping for my new motorcycle and possible new adventures riding a new more powerful screaming off road beast. As I my eyes became heavy, closing them for the night, my last waking thoughts considered tomorrow's shopping trip with mom, spurring a few tired butterflies to stir in my stomach as I drifted off to sleep. As I clicked my seatbelt secure sitting next to Mom up front in the passenger seat, I continued running through my mental shopping list of what I needed to get today. Although today would be a quick abbreviated trip to the mall, I still needed to come away with a few weeks worth of clothes to tide me over until we could go on a more extended thorough shopping trip. As Mom explained during breakfast, today's shopping excursion would be about finding out my sizes in the young women's clothing section of the mall department stores rather than delving too much into high fashion and cutting edge styles, let alone filling up my closet and dresser drawers. However, if we had time, she said that she'd also like to check out a couple boutiques. Stepping out of Mom's comfortably air conditioned Jeep SUV, she outlined our plans for maximizing today's trip at the mall. Our first stop was going to be at Nordstrom's lingerie department so that I could finally be properly measured for some bras. Reaching the lingerie section, one of the young sales ladies came over to attend to us before I could even get my hands on the bra rack. Quickly scanning our sales attendant, her platinum blond hair, cutely made up face and youthful yet hourglass figure, made it easy to see how she landed working in the lingerie department. "Good afternoon! Is there anything in particular that I can help you find today?" Enthusiastically queried our sales attendant, whose name tag read 'Vicky'. "Hi Vicky, my daughter needs to be measured for a proper undergarment fitting. It's been almost a full school year since her last big shopping trip and what fit her then doesn't fit her anymore. You could say that we're starting from scratch today." In her introduction, Mom didn't tell a single lie or fib. After moving to the fitting rooms, Vicky directed me to remove my shirt. Looking at Mom as if she'd put a stop to this invasion of privacy, she just gave me a little nod to go head do as Vicky suggested. She then began taking my measurements. She pulled the measuring tape around my ribcage underneath my breasts pulling out all of the slack from the tape, wrote down a number, then moved the tape up a little higher. As she put the tape around the fullest part of my breasts, she told me to bend forward so that my upper body was horizontal with the floor. With the tape now running directly over my nipples, she pulled the slack out of the tape creating a little friction which in turn caused my nipples to expand from the unexpected sensation. At this point, I was fairly certain that I had a fiery blush erupting on my face. After writing this next number down, Vicky continued to take additional measurements which Mom requested on the way back to the fitting room. She checked my waist and hip sizes, inseam length and finally my overall height from head to toe. When she had all of my measurements, she read them off to me, "36 C standard for your bra size, waist 25, hips 36, inseam 34 inches" and my total height which she read off, "height 5'10" and three quarters of an inch. You're practically runway model material with your long legs, height, gorgeous looks and figure." offered Vicky in complimentary appraisal. "Thank you." I replied, barely above a whisper, nearly shocked when she read my cup size. Barely waiting for Vicky to read off my measurements, Mom rushed to the rack she had been eying and quickly pulled a flesh colored T-shirt bra from the rack, bringing it directly back to the fitting room. "This should be your size according to the measurements. If it fits, go ahead and keep it on, just add it to our bill." Mom matter-of-factly instructed both Vicky and myself. Once the bra clasps were fastened in place and my bra sat where it was supposed to, both Vicky and Mom began tugging on my bra in various places, making sure it fit correctly. "Okay, now we're ready to do some real shopping." Mom offered with a wide satisfied smile across her face. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Mom was enjoying herself more than I've seen her in quite a while. It was as if she enjoyed shopping for me more than she did for herself. I'm becoming Mom's life size dress up doll, I laughed to myself. After quickly going through the different racks carrying various bra and panty styles, colors and patterns, we picked out 6 more sensible bras in my size, two in white, two black bras, one in blue, however for the last selection , Mom grabbed a solid bright pink bra and panty set. One of the black bras that we picked out was fancier, kind of like the one I remembered from my dream the other night. Picking out panties, I made sure we picked solid matching colors without any girly prints, hearts, polka dots or any such silliness. Despite purposely avoiding extremely feminine prints on my panties, I decided to pick out a sexy black g-string to match my fancy black bra. Mom raised an eyebrow with a sideways glance as I held the black g-string in my hands, but then took them from me and added them to the pile of undergarments we had already selected. Before reaching the register, noticing the sports bra section, I quickly searched for my size, adding three high impact sports bras to my growing collection. As Vicky rang up our bill, I was shocked at how much one nice matching bra and panty set along with a week's worth of regular no frills women's underwear cost. Despite the startlingly steep price at the register, Mom was still clearly enjoying our shopping trip. Now that I was wearing my first real bra, I concluded that I made the right choice to stop hiding my rapidly developing girl figure. Wrapping my breasts up every day with ace bandages was not the best solution. Even though my breasts were really firm, at least from my limited perspective, it felt really nice having my breasts cupped by such velvety comfortable material, as if someone was caringly holding my newly acquired assets safely and firmly in place. With the hardest part of the shopping trip completed, Mom next took me to the Juniors section. Being early June, the summer clothes selections were on full display. Between the two of us, we pulled a half dozen different shorts from the racks, everything from cut-off denim shorts, different colored regular denim shorts and even a couple pair of athletic sweat shorts. Picking out a few tops, I thought what the heck, take a little fashion risk(at least from my perspective) as I chose with my final selections a red low cut crop tank top, a few different colored camisoles and a white summer knit top that stopped short of my bellybutton by a couple of inches. At this point, I started to feel like I was getting into a character wearing a costume like I did back when Dave, Mandy and I went trick or treating on Halloween. At the same time, I realized that even if I changed my costume or took it completely off, I'd still be the character almost no matter what I wore. The more I thought about it, the more it intrigued (if not even in the back of mind excited) me to think that I was in charge of creating this new character. As I tried on the various shorts and top combinations to check for fit and style, Mom disappeared back into the Junior section searching out more items for me to try on. Thinking to myself, Mom was pretty good at this shopping business. Not only had everything she picked out for me fit properly, all the clothes also seemed to really emphasize my long legs and curves the way you'd expect a teenage girl's attire to do. Of course, Mom's aptitude and proficiency selecting nice clothes that fit properly shouldn't have been such a surprise knowing how Mom used to model these kinds of clothes for a living before she had Dave and I. When she returned, she handed me a couple pairs of jeans a couple of above the knee skirts and two different short summer dresses. Ugh, skirts and dresses! I thought to myself. After trying on the new round of clothes Mom found for me, I was amazed how good her selections looked and how well they fit. In my mind, skirts and dresses shouldn't look good on me, but they did, wow did they. Just looking at myself in the mirror wearing my skirt, I felt myself beginning to get aroused. Oh no, not now. I quickly turned my thoughts to football, concentrating like I was running a specific play. That did the trick, my mind was mostly clear again and I came back down to earth. Just before I could put my clothes back on to leave the fitting room, Mom handed me two different two piece bathing suits, one in solid red and another in solid black. "After you try these on, this should be it for this department. Let's see how they look." Mom nudged. Upon looking in the mirror, if I hadn't known that it was me staring back at myself in the looking glass, I'd have been tempted to follow that girl home, figuratively speaking of course. Once we finished our selections and subsequent purchases, we set out to the shoe department. Before we reached the shoe department, we came across one of the jewelry counters, specifically a counter selling earrings. Mom suddenly stopped as if she had slammed on the brakes to avoid an accident. In my haste to move on to our next destination, instead of stopping, I walked right up Mom's backside. After shaking off my slight embarrassment, I noticed what Mom was looking at. "Chris honey, what do you think about some earrings? You'd look so pretty wearing a pair. You know, getting your ears pierced is no big deal and only takes a minute or so. C'mon, let's do it." she nearly pleaded. I shrugged acquiescing to Mom's suggestion. Oh well, I've gone this far already, I thought. After marking my ears with a cross, the jewelery counter saleslady used what looked kind of like a staple gun to make the hole in each ear. Each ear hurt for like six or seven seconds after punching the hole but then very soon the pain started to fade away. With my starter studs in, the saleslady explained how to care for my new piercings and that I should leave them in for the next four to six weeks. In addition to the studs, Mom let me pick out my first real pair of earrings. Scanning the display cases, one set caught my eye. Each earring was a little over an inch long and looked like one side of a pair of feathered angel wings, or alternatively in my mind, they looked like Hermes' wings, the Greek Messenger God as I recalled from one of our World History class lessons on ancient Greek mythology. They were made from silver and hung from a short chain that ended in a clasp for each piercing. Suddenly, I liked Mom's idea. After thanking Mom, we continued on to our original intended destination, the shoe department. When we made it to the shoe department, Mom informed me that we were starting to get pressed for time. We still would have to go home to get ready in time for the Miller's barbecue this afternoon. With time a factor, I found one of the shoe department's unused foot measuring instruments and checked my shoe size in women's dimensions. I was previously a size 9 in mens, but now was a size 11 B in womens. Armed with this information, I picked out two different tennis shoes, a set of running trainers and a sporty pair for all around outdoor physical activities. Mom grabbed a few flat soled sandals and something that really grabbed my attention, a pair of trendy looking platform three inch black suede heels. 'What is Mom thinking', I wondered. While she was gathering shoes for me, I was eyeballing some interesting platform heeled boots. They were black leather, low cut and stylishly tough yet sexy looking girl's boots accented with silver buckles and studs. They appeared to sport 4 inch heels with a one inch platform base. I was tempted to try them on, but despite everything else we bought today, wanting these boots made me feel a little embarrassed. Crazy, huh? Maybe I'll work my way up to these next time we go shopping, I reassured myself. Once the shoe salesperson helped us find the right sizes in all the different shoes we picked out, I was surprised how girl's shoes fit my feet so much better than my old boys shoes ever did. With our final bill paid, I marveled at the overall efficiency of our shopping trip considering how much we accomplished in under two hours of very serious shopping. But the most important thing that I took away from today's shopping mall adventure, Mom was there for me and helped me through something that would have been too unsettling for most teenage boys. I couldn't thank Mom enough for being there, helping me through this. Once we got home, Mom said that we had also been invited to use the Miller's pool and if I wanted to go swimming while the adults were barbecuing, I should put one of my new bathing suits along with other essentials into a bag to bring along so that I could change into for their backyard party. I wasn't so hot about wearing a two piece bathing suit for the very first time in front of a crowd, specifically my family or even appraising neighbors whom I barely knew. After thinking it over, I decided to bring along my black bikini suit while I changed into my white mesh knit summer top with one of my new pair of perfect form fitting denim shorts. Finishing off my ensemble, I wore one of the pairs of flat bottomed sandals Mom picked out for me. As I walked out into the hallway where the rest of the family gathered before leaving, Dad and Dave tried to mask the surprise in their initial wide-eyed expressions, intentionally composing big somewhat exaggerated smiles and complimenting Mom and I for our fashion selections. Before we headed out the door, Mom pinched both of my cheeks. "Ouch, what was that for?" I protested. "To give you a little natural blush. It looks good on you. Next time we go shopping, we'll have to figure out your colors at the makeup counter." Mom offered while doting over me. On the way out the door, Mom handed me one of her large utilitarian handbags. She pointed at the plastic bag I was carrying, indicating that I should put the bag with my swim suit, beach towel and bottle of sunscreen into the handbag. Now I was beginning to understand why Mom always carried a purse around with her. Girls seem to need more things on hand 'just in case'. As we were leaving the house, I began to relax a little. Searching back to how I felt while Mom and I were shopping, when I felt like I was dressing up in a costume, pretending to be a whole different character, I wondered where exploring this new character would take me. Not only did I now look forward to going over to our neighbor's little party, feeling a twinge of arousal again, I wondered if my new look would stimulate Jeremy or anyone else just as it did me. Upon being invited into the Miller's house, Lisa practically grabbed me as if I now belonged to her, taking me straight away to her room. I guess like all young teen girls, she was eager to show me her room and prized possessions, getting started on the whole 'making friends' routine. Upon entering her room, I immediately noticed how femininely decorated it was. Everything in her room was either frilly, pink pastel or just ridiculously cute. What seemed like almost a lifetime ago, but in reality was just earlier at the beginning of the week when I had last visited Mandy, spending time in her room on one of my last days in California, I couldn't help but contrast these two bedrooms. Mandy was as pretty as any girl I've ever met, but even though her room and clothes were decorated in more feminine colors, the colors she chose were always more vibrant, less pastel, which was one difference I noticed helping make her room more pleasing than Britney's. It also doesn't get much cooler when your best friend, guy or girl, has a real Japanese fighting sword on her wall, and knows how to use it! Returning back to the present, I found myself politely nodding at Lisa's enthusiastic if slightly nervous show and tell as she filled me in on the significance of each knickknack and stuffed animal in her collection. Seemingly talking at an auctioneer's rapid pace, by the time Lisa started telling me about her third collectible porcelain figurine, I gave her a really big smile and asked, "Would you like to see my new bathing suit?" Knocked off of her show and tell story- telling stride, Lisa cheerfully nodded her agreement. After pulling the bikini top and bottom out of my bag and holding it over my clothes, I asked, "Should we both put on our bathing suits?" While dreamily staring at the bikini in my hands, Lisa slowly answered, "Sure, let me get mine out." As I pulled off my top and my shorts, I stood before her in just my birthday suit. While undressing, it felt both liberating and naughty at the same time being completely naked in front of someone else who wasn't my doctor. Lisa's eyes immediately zoomed in on my breasts, just staring for several seconds. "When are you going to be 14?" Lisa asked. "Next May. Why do you ask?" I shot back "You must have skipped a grade. But you look like you could easily be a junior or senior. I'm going to be 14 in September, but..." Lisa trailed off as she pointed at my breasts as if that was explanation enough. She then walked up next to me almost like she was in a trance to get a better view of my exposed breasts. Once she was right next to me, she slowly reached out and touched my left breast, poking it with her right index and middle fingers. At first I was utterly shocked by her forwardness. But almost as soon as I could process that she was touching my breast, I turned to face her, giving her better access to both of my breasts. Feeling my arousal ratcheting up, I let out a deep pent up breath, then reached out and touched Lisa's smaller left A cup breast. Although earlier in the afternoon the saleslady, Vicky, touched my breasts, her effort registered with me purely as a mechanical act. What Lisa was doing now was something completely different. Lightly running my fingers across Lisa's breast, I slowly brushed over her puffy pink areola and stiffening nipple. Immediately I heard Lisa stifle a gasp. It seemed that neither of us wanted to say a word to break the spell of arousal we each had begun to succumb to. What started as a seemingly overzealous innocent session of teen sexual exploration, began to progress as desires continued to be fanned rather than quenched. Lisa then switched hands putting her other hand on my right breast, cupping as much of it as she could. With her free hand, she placed it over my hand, the one that was lightly rubbing her nipple. All the while, each of us almost mesmerized looking at each other's breasts each sensing our mutual deepening desire. Feeling my inhibitions slipping further away, I gently leaned into Lisa, kissing her lightly on her lips. Lisa responded by reaching up and standing on her tippy toes to lean into my amorous advance. My free hand began to roam down her backside until I finally cupped and grabbed her bare ass cheek. Besides her heavier breathing, Lisa broke her relative silence with a deep gasp. As her mouth opened, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, entangling it with her own. For minutes we just stood writhing from our ministrations in sexual foreplay bliss. By now I could feel my pussy getting moist and wanted nothing more than to start touching it, or better yet, for Lisa to start touching it. Worried about breaking the magic and momentum of our erotic probing, I decided to take a chance, I broke off our deep kissing and took Lisa's left nipple in my mouth. Her gasp for air told me what I needed to know; I was still on the right track. Seeing her bed out of the corner of my eye, I deliberately lowered us onto her bed. It felt as if Lisa was ready to be lead wherever I aimed her. To my surprise though, Lisa guided me down onto my back while she got on top of me, straddling my legs as she leaned down to engulf my left nipple in her mouth. This time it was my turn to stifle a light moan. With her ministrations alternating between my nipples, as my butt began to writhe, I reached down to my already wet pussy and began diddling my labia and giant clit. After several minutes of slow deliberate sucking and licking of my breasts, Lisa flipped herself around remaining on top, but now she had thrusted her damp exposed pussy into my face while she observed me diddling myself. The sight and odor of her glistening damp pungent pussy instantly caused me to stop my self-masturbation. I raised my hands around her ass and pulled her pussy down so that I could lick it like I had seen the two girls in the video I watched a few nights ago. They certainly enjoyed themselves, practically squealing in almost animalistic delight for most of the video. It was time to find out if that was real or acting. The sight and smell of Lisa's wet and pungent pussy caused all the rest of my inhibitions to completely melt away. Just as I was about to extend my tongue, I felt a small soft finger touch and then stroke the wet folds of my own pussy. Letting out a quick "Ooooooh", I regained my instincts, allowing me to recover from my haze of pleasure to extend my tongue tracing around the outer folds of Lisa's dampening pussy. Not to be outdone, Lisa slipped her tongue into my pussy, testing the taste of my flowing juices of arousal. I then began to lightly diddle Lisa's clit while I plunged my tongue in and out of her pussy, alternating between flicking her clit and lapping up her running pussy juice. Although time seemed to stand still or flow into eternity, I'm not sure which, our pleasure soon began to crest and flow like the most incredible roller coaster ride imaginable, but multiply the pleasure by infinity. I wanted to scream, but I somehow had enough wherewithal to know not to make so much noise with a house full of people. Lisa and I both almost simultaneously began to climax together, however we kept greedily pressing each other's buttons, almost as if we were in a competition to see who would cry uncle first. Finally it got to the point that our pleasure was so overwhelming that both of us lost control of our ability to give the other pleasure. As we were both slowly coming down from our climaxes, Lisa struggled yet managed to turn around so that her face came to rest right next to mine. As we were both coming down from this most mind blowing discovery, easily trumping my self-exploration from the other night, I began to mirthfully giggle. Lisa joined in my giggling fit and then gave me a lick on the nose. I returned the sign of affection with another kiss to her lips. Slowly snapping out of our shared erotic spell, I noticed my bikini top on the bed and then looked at Lisa's alarm clock on her nightstand realizing that almost 45 minutes went by since we first entered her room. Reaching over Lisa, I grabbed both of our bathing suits, then pulled Lisa up off of the bed and headed to the bathroom with her and our bathing suits in hand. After washing up and finally dressing in our bathing suits, with a wicked grin I tweaked Lisa's left nipple through her swimsuit and took off running for the pool. With our towels and sunscreen in hand, off we went to make our bathing suit attire debut. Mr. Miller, Dad, Dave and Jeremy were all already out back while our moms were still inside talking and working on snacks and side dishes in the kitchen. Trying to get past Mom and Mrs. Miller as fast as we could, Mom turned smiling at me, seeming almost proud how I suddenly adjusted to being Mom's little (or not so little) girl. "You two look terrific. Don't forget to put on your sunblock. Crying about sunburn the next day isn't fun for you and it isn't fun for your mom or myself", encouraged Mom. Mr. Miller seemed to be setting up last minute preparations for his outdoor grill and judging by the elaborate decor and style of his built in barbecue system, it seemed to be his pride and joy. I anticipated a good barbecued meal a little later. Stepping out of the rear patio door, a wall of heat practically assaulted me as I mentally adjusted from the air conditioned climate. While Lisa and I put on our sunscreen with a knowing slightly devious smile, each helping the other cover the other's shoulder and back, I noticed Jeremy almost staring at me. Once Lisa gave me the OK that she was finished, I played up to the extra attention from Jeremy and shook my hips back and forth in an exaggerated manner to see if he observed my faux flirty moves. Seeing his face turn a deeper shade of red, I was fairly confident that I caught him. I continued to play with Jeremy, adjusting my bikini top, handling my breasts just a little more than I probably should have. Additionally, I'd pull on my bikini bottom, pretending to pick it out of my crotch whenever he looked over. Making Jeremy blush was turning into a fun little game for me. Having a little fun at the expense of Jeremy the rest of the afternoon was icing on the cake. Lisa noticed what I was doing and barely contained breaking out into audible laughter. Just as I was about to jump in the water intending to make a cannonball splash, I realized at the last second that my bathing suit top may or may not stay in place after such a pool stunt. Rather than cause a big stir on my first day among new neighbors, let alone Dad and Dave seeing me like this, I decided that out in the open, discretion was the better part of valor, at least for today. With the sun and humidity beating down, it didn't take long for Dave and Jeremy to decide to join us. It was funny watching how forward Lisa was acting around me, while Jeremy payed rapt attention to me, he couldn't overcome his shyness whenever he had an opening to say something to me. After a few pool games like Marko Polo, water volleyball and throwing the Frisbee around to each other in the water, we settled down in the adjoining pool spa sitting around drinking some colas and chatting. Lisa and I sat next to each other in the bubbling spa water while Jeremy in his boldest gesture yet, sat across from me. Once the conversation turned to football, my eyes lit up barely able to contain my exuberance over the coming season. Both Jeremy and Lisa could hardly believe how passionate I was talking about, as well as actually playing football. At one point, Dave cut me off interjecting to back me up, almost bragging how well I played, when in truth he was one of the best or probably even the best player in the league since we started playing. Both Lisa and Jeremy hoped that I could make the freshman team and said they'd come watch me if I made the roster. Apparently the praise from my brother sold them on my credibility. As our conversation went on, we could smell the divine aroma of a distinctly unique barbecue sauce as Mr. Miller was cooking numerous slabs of pork and beef ribs. Upon smelling the delectable barbecue and suddenly recognizing how starved I was, I got out of the pool, dried up and went inside to help Mrs. Miller and Mom. Although most everyone might have thought that I was being a 'good daughter' helping out with the food preparation, I was helping out purely for selfish reasons, I was hungry; HUNGRY spelled in capital letters! Timing everything just right, all the food was finished in time to be served with the barbecued portion of our meals. Yes sir, the Millers, specifically Mr. Miller, were expert barbecuers as I had earlier suspected. As we were sitting around the outside dining table finishing cleaning off our plates, conversations began to sprout up around the table. Dad started off complimenting the Millers for the fine meal they served and their hospitality. As conversations moved from topic to topic, Dad commented, "We've been here four days now and we still haven't seen our other next door neighbors. The ones to our right, opposite of the Harpers. I've seen a light on inside at night and a car in driveway during the day, but I haven't seen anyone yet." Mr. Miller raised his brow, then informed us (more like warned us), "The Amato's are away on vacation, visiting family in Italy. Actually, it's just the mother and father along with their youngest daughter who are away from what I can tell. They also have two older children, a daughter in her 20's and a son who graduated from high school this past year. The parents seem to keep to themselves, but the kids have been hellcats ever since the family moved in. Lots of loud music, strange friends coming over, things like that." I could tell by his description that Mr. Miller didn't invite the Amato's over for barbecues. But Mr. Miller's warnings didn't keep me from feeling curious about our other colorful neighbors. Not sure whether to be excited or concerned about our other new neighbors, I figured that our neighbors couldn't be that bad and looked forward to meeting them too. After we finished eating the ice cream dessert that Mom brought with us, we thanked the Millers again and promised to have them over at our house for the next barbecue pool party. On the way out, Lisa and I exchanged big hugs and plans to get together soon. After the short walk back across the street to our house, I ran straight up to my room. With the smell of chlorine still in my hair and all over me, I showered off and brushed my teeth. I then reached into one of my department store bags and pulled out a deep blue silk pajama camisole that Mom picked out for me. After removing the tag and slipping into my new silky pajamas, I hopped into bed and began roaming my hands all over my silk coverd body, replaying the events from earlier that day in Lisa's bedroom. Mmmmmmmm Nghhhh.....