First of all, you must understand that she was the type of girl who always wore a full skirt and some nice underpants on Friday Flip Up Day. That’s why when Squeeky, the new kid who greased and combed his hair like James Dean, wore Levi’s to school even when it was prohibited, cussed, smoked, and brazenly told her she had nice tits, she didn’t flinch. Instead she told him when her mom wouldn’t be home and he could come over so she could show him first hand.
She didn’t really even like this boy, but he was wild and talked to her in a way that no other boy had ever approached. She liked it. It titillated her. So what if he wanted to see her boobs? Maybe he had something she could look at too?
They sat on the couch facing each other in the living room. Her sister came out of her room and whispered in a threatening tattle tale tone that they weren’t allowed to have visitors and she was gonna tell. Kristie told her to go in the bathroom and look for her third hole, which she didn’t understand at all.
Little sister left them alone long enough for Kristie to pull up her shirt and show this little hood her size B’s. He was suitably impressed and spent the next few days telling everyone that she had the best chest in the school. This quickly gave her a reputation that she tried to live up to for fifty years.
(First published 12/28/11)
