Test her

I came even closer, checking her face for cracks in composure. There weren't any. So, she was gonna keep playing it like this, huh? Well, fine by me. I raised my hand and aimed it at her left breast. She looked nervous but didn't try to avoid it. I inched it closer and still she didn't turn away. In fact, it may have been my imagination but it looked like she pushed her chest out to meet it. She gasped when it finally did.

The first thing I noticed was the material of her shirt. Cotton, I figured, nothing unusual about it. I hadn't put any pressure on her or moved my hand any, so it surprised me when her chest gave a bit when pressed softly. She whimpered.

"Does it hurt?"

"no. it...it feels nice. i'm just not used to anyone touching me there."

"You're not? But guys like you."

"i don't like them back. don't stop doing what you're doing, okay?"

I pressed more, never hard, then curled my fingers around it.

"now what," I asked, intensely embarrassed to not know how to please her.

"i don't know. just...play with me. gently, though."

I started palming and massaging the soft, smooth flesh, to Shana's delight, if her sounds were to be believed.

"mm, yeah," she sighed. "that feels kinda nice. better than the first time." She was alluding to an incident from when we were in junior high, when she had just begun developing breasts. We were visiting her grandparents' farm and her grandfather showed us how to milk a cow. Why, I don't know, but a comment he made helped me more than the lesson itself. He squeezed the udder and said 'if you ever squeeze your girlfriend's tits like this and milk comes out, you're in trouble'. Did I mention he was kind of a dirty old man? Yeah, no stranger to the gutter, that guy's mind.

I should probably also mention here that both of our families were not terribly open about sex. Or, mine weren't open and hers just didn't call them 'tits'.

Anyway, a little later, I regaled Shana with her grandfather's private explanation of tits and the difference between a cow's and a human's tits and several more things he was surprisingly comfortable telling some boy he knew through his just-starting-to-awaken-sexually granddaughter. Apparently, she had been talking to her grandmother (not very g-rated in her own right) to ask what tits were on a human. There was a long silence as comfortable as riding a bike without a seat when she summed up what she'd been told.

She cupped her breasts and said "I guess these are tits." Then for a while, neither of us said anything again.

I broke that silence. "What do they look like," I asked a bit timidly. "Under your shirt, I mean."

"You've never seen a girl's chest?"

"Can't say I have," I replied, not sounding as cool as I'd hoped.