I'm In The Closet

My name is Darcie.  While I was a very well developed 14-year-old, Melody, my neighbor, was anything but. She was tall and lanky with no discernable curves or signs of development, yet I was the exceedingly shy one. We had been best friends since I moved in two years previous. There was never anything physical between us whatsoever. 

One of my mother’s rules was that I changed out of my school clothes immediately upon returning home, so I would duck into my closet and change whenever Melody came home with me. 

One day we were talking about making out with boys on the walk home. Neither of us had done it, so all our speculation was just that, pure speculation. But it had made that funny buzzing feeling happen between my legs. I decided to put on a more comfortable bra in the process of changing, so I picked one out of my lingerie drawer. Melody, always right next to me said, “I like the baby blue one with the white lace. It’s cute. She picked it up. I could wear this as a hat.” She promptly put it on. “Look, I’m a cone head. So what are you a C cup now?” I snatched it out of her hand and stuck my tongue out at her. As usual, I ducked into my closet to change. She was still prattling on about boys. I was down to just my panties when suddenly, she burst into the closet. I instinctively turned away from her and quietly demanded that she leave. Then the light went out. And I could feel her advance. “You know that next year we must shower after P.E. That means naked silly. You have got it all. Big, beautiful boobs. A waist, hips. I bet you even have hair on your cunt.” 

I was mortified, my mother was downstairs in the living room. I was shaking for some reason. My heart was racing. My ears were burning. Her hands touched my hips, I drew a deep breath. She drew me to her and closed the distance between us. I felt her chin on my shoulder. She was breathing into my ear, short, ragged breaths. I wanted this to happen, just as much as I didn’t want this to happen. I did nothing. The whole world was filled with breathing. Hers, mine. Her hands toyed with the elastic of my panties but did nothing more. The hands inched so slowly upward following the curve of my hips and then gripped my waist tighter. “Pretend I am a boy, Darcie.” I feel contact on my ass. The hands encircle me meeting at my bellybutton and toy with it briefly. My stomach is already doing somersaults. The darkness is almost complete. My arms make no effort to remove her hands and hang by my side. The tingling in my pelvis grows with each breath blown into my ear. Minutes turn into an eternity. Mom will catch us. The hands are roaming again. Up, up, flat never releasing the pressure on me. They stop when they encounter the jutting out of my breasts. Breasts that have been very sensitive since they first appeared. The hands turn outward following the contours. There is now pressure on my upper back as she presses her chest into me. “So, this is what they will feel like.” My mind senses what is coming, and my nipples harden immediately. Thumbs and forefingers grip them, pinch them, roll them. I moan. “No.”
“Yes,” she hisses into my ear while nibbling at the earlobe My knees are weak and shaking. “Make believe it is your crush Tommy doing it.” The left hand releases my breast and drops to my belly. Fingers toy with the elastic band of my panties. I try not to let that happen but trying to evade only pushes me harder into her. One finger slithers into the fabric opening it to the others. They wait for nothing and all dive in at once. Straight to the gap between my legs. There, the hand simply cups the mound and grasps it firmly. I moan again maybe just a little too loud.

“Darcie are you alright? What’s going on in there, it’s too quiet?”

The creaking of the stairs. Oh shit.

I am blinded by the light. The closet door closes. Five seconds later, I hear Melody say, “Hey, Mrs. H, can Darcy sleepover at my house tonight? We have a lot of science homework to do.”