Memories of Kerry, Chapter One

Of all the people to bump into at the corner-shop! I'd only gone there because I was furious and needed to calm down.

Still, a cheeky smile from Kerry would have cheered anyone up. She was wearing her hair in bunches, and her turquoise top had a hole in it through which you could see her pink bra. Of course, I couldn't help fidgeting over this. Meanwhile, though the first thing she remarked upon was how my choice of clothing hadn't changed!

I blushed. "Just the other day I happened to go past school," I told her.

"Must have brought back memories of me in my green fairy-skirt and yellow paisley knickers," Kerry giggled.

"I'd have thought you'd be embarrassed to remember the way you used to behave!" I cried back, indignant. Then I told Kerry how I was still being teased even now, and it helped a bit to talk. Afterwards I went wanly home to bed.

Kerry herself however started to tease me, just like she'd done at school, now we were back in touch. She was determined to see if I'd got any better at PE, always implying I must be as bad as ever, until I was so stung I agreed to play her.

My heart almost stopped when I saw this new Kerry trot onto the court with bunches and that top...but also her quivery pink thighs bare below her old green fairy-skirt.

Kerry giggled, delighted by my stunned reaction, and gave me a twirl. "Told you I could still fit into her!" she sang.

I wasn't quite sure that was true though, since she'd barely even done so at school! As for today, that twirl resulted in such a spinning flare and bump that I saw red silk knickers with big white dots all over. That was when I really did think my heart would stop!

Simmering-down after our game, or anyway that was what Kerry said I needed, we must have looked like the oldest schoolchildren ever at our cafe table slurping milkshakes through straws. I didn't even know if that was mostly down to her short skirt, or because feet always looked bigger in sports socks and trainers and we were both swinging ours. Mine restlessly, hers lazy in triumph.

"Well, you've not changed since school!" I declared, still blushing.

"You've not either, you still smell at this game," said smug Kerry.

I felt really hurt by this careless pretty grown-up in her bunches. It was kind of her fault I was shy, and hadn't ever been with a girl.

Nevertheless I walked her home, both of us still smelling, and we held hands like we'd done at school.

"I'm a tease, but you make it easy for me," Kerry pointed out reasonably.

I just murmured something back, dejected.

"Need to get out of this fairy-skirt," Kerry went on. "Got to say, she pinches me around the middle a bit these days."

I wasn't surprised! Every boy we passed gawped at what to him must have been huge grown-up pink thighs, beyond imagining. It amazed even me how much leg she showed! The skirt was like a green tutu on her, only one made of corduroy rather than net. It stuck out from her hips like a tutu, and was every bit as short.

"Nice to see her again, though," I managed with a light laugh. "Brought back some blushing memories! Um, and I don't just mean of seeing your knickers," I added shyly.

"You must have been so embarrassed to lose to a girl for the first time," Kerry said with understanding, streaking a hand though her brown hair. "I was only little back then, and I had no idea how that made boys feel. You looked like you were going to pop!"

"Then, or today?" I asked incredulously, as we arrived at her door.

"Well, let's play again - I promise to tease twice as bad!" she suggested naughtily, then blew me a kiss and took her smell inside.

END OF CHAPTER ONE