Morgan's Diary, part one

Well, Morgan seemed to have her birthday smell on! Even by her standards I was getting weak with it even as I approached. There was something about girls like her that always made them twice as exciting and about ten times as hot on their birthday! I didn't know what it was, but I'd seen lots of girls yesterday but none compared to Morgan today. Somehow I managed to express shy birthday greetings.

"I still wish I could play netball like you do," I stammered, as it was the first thing I could think of to say after "Happy Birthday." My heart was fluttering like it always did around her.

"Er, you've been going to beginners’ how long and you still can't get the hang of it?" was Morgan's reply. I blushed.

"Having to play me every week must be a pain for you," I sighed sadly. "I know how it must get on your..."

But of course, I was too embarrassed to finish! When I was flustered I always ended up using the figures of speech that might be fine at a boys' school, but obviously you couldn't say to girls without squirming. By now I was scarlet, and Morgan, of course, smirked.

"Careful," she teased me, amused. "Remember you're not allowed to have a crush on me, not until you give Jenny the push."

With that she turned, hopped two-footed and scored with the netball she'd been bouncing. I'd forgotten what day of the week it was, but apparently Morgan's birthday fell on a Friday this year. Because she’d obviously received a nice new seven-pack this very morning – like she even needed any more pairs! - and “Friday” was what was written in fancy letters on the snug glowing silk I saw!

I also felt an indignant pang though. If I was forbidden to have a crush on her, showing me those was a bit much! Morgan had always been like that and clearly she'd not grown out of it yet, even if she was a year older.

"You're in a teasing mood, as usual!" I grumbled. After all, she knew full well that smelling twice as nice would get me in easily as much of a twist as showing me her panties, especially when there was no word yet on whether I was going to be allowed to do anything about it!

She collected the ball, came near again, and held it out to me naughtily. I couldn't resist and made a snatch, but of course she moved it out of my reach so I looked silly. I glared at her.

"So what does it feel like to lose to a girl?" Morgan taunted.

Even now the smell from her was prickling me so I was about to go out of my own underwear. I so wanted her permission, but you didn't ask people for things on their birthday - even that!

I couldn't help it though. I just had to hint: "Well, I guess I’ve got netball tomorrow - I'm, um, trying my hardest to improve, so any, um, help at all would be appreciated."

With that I sighed heatedly. It wasn’t exactly a fake sigh, but I heaved it in hopes she'd get the message from that if not my words.

There was a little knowing smile on Morgan's lovely pink lips. It infuriated me beyond belief. How could she hold something like that out to me, tempting me until I was gasping, instead of giving me an answer either way? But I'd been on the receiving-end too many times of how tantalizing she was with a netball, to have any doubts that tantalizing me in other, worse ways was something Morgan enjoyed just as much.

"I'll check my diary," she said at last, and slipped a little one out from up her skirt. I went limp at the sight. Slowly, dragging out the delay, she pulled the tiny pencil from the ring-binding. Then, just as deliberately slowly, she opened the cover. I was already fidgeting visibly, and another few seconds of this and I knew I'd be whimpering aloud. My pleading eyes darted to her big pretty blue ones, desperate to catch her gaze, but Morgan was primly busy with her pages.

"Let me see," she finally declared. "Get a smelly boy's panties in a twist by beating him at netball. Yep, you're there alright. Nothing else though!" Morgan sang.

This time I really did whimper aloud. Like I would have done if I'd been thirsty, and Morgan had told me I couldn't have a sip of her lemonade.

Next second I was furious at myself. Letting myself get in such a state over a girl who wore grubby day-of-the-weeks like no-one had since the fifties...!

She had the best boobs of any girl ever though. My eyes kept flicking to the maddening things, perfectly round, which so filled out her tight tee. I badly wanted the combination of those and smell, together with what I imagined the taste of her would be.

Lazily, she scored again. I saw it was still Friday! But I also squirmed, because I knew she'd only done that to illustrate the last thing she'd said about my netball skills.

"I know, it's not like I could do that from that distance!" I burst out, desperately.

Morgan looked like she was about to push her diary back up her gym skirt. I decided there and then I was too much in need to care about my dignity! "Can you just check again you don't have a tiny space?" I positively whined.

"OMG!" Morgan exclaimed. "Er, you know your birthday's later this month? I suppose I'll have to let you then. You can't wait like a fortnight?"

"Spoken like someone who's never been a boy!" I cried.

It was true, though. Morgan couldn't imagine the difference between that fortnight of tennis matches and netball and one-on-one against Jenny if she gave me permission for tonight, and if she didn't. "Please, Morgan, why not do something nice for others because it's your birthday?" I went on, and blinked my eyes winningly.

Morgan snorted her characteristic laugh. "You only feel like that because you're here right now smelling me though," she argued. "Back in your bedroom if you think about something else like you're meant to, the feeling'll go away."

She was really enjoying this! And what an authority Little Miss Merridew was on books like Advice For Boys, she'd obviously read the lot from cover to cover!

"There might have been a space," Morgan continued idly. "Not sure though. Think it's worth checking again?"

I wanted to do this one thing so bad, and she was doing nothing but tease! Fury exploded within me and I fought to keep it down. "Um, Morgan, if you would please," I responded, very earnest but stumbling over the words.

Lightly she began to open the cover...and then closed it. I wanted to whimper again – whimper at the very least!

"It's my birthday though, I'm not going to have any free time this evening," she told me, cruelly.

"Maybe I could check for you then?" I remonstrated.

"OMG, you just want to touch something that's been in my panties, how creepy are you?" Morgan taunted me.

By now I was about ready to cry.

"It's touched what you want to touch most though," she breathed. "Even if I let you near my diary, it'd still be the closest you'll ever get to anything else I keep in my panties."

"I know that," I retorted, hurt. "And I'm only asking for the next nicest thing."

"I'll come round for a bit," Morgan conceded at long last.

"Promise?" I asked her weakly, big-eyed.

"I'm the sort of girl who always gives what she promises," Morgan declared innocently.