The farm incident, clarified at last (?)

Shana looked around nervously then told me to follow her. I did and she stopped at the side of the old barn opposite the rest of the property. She gulped hard.

"What is it," I asked her.

"You should probably check to see if milk comes out," she shuddered.

"Huh!? But..but your grandpa said it's only my girlfriend who would need that done to see if there's trouble..." I did want to see her. It wasn't because I wanted to fuck her or anything. At that age, I only sort of knew what sex even was. Shana had small pre-tits; I had no hair on my sack. I wanted to see her because of an unexplained feeling, an urge to know what these two lumps on my friend's body that weren't there not so long ago were. Somehow, though, I was excited. Like even if I had no idea what they would be, I knew they were good things.

"I'm kind of....your girlf...I mean, we're sort of a coup...We will be, when we're a little older, won't we?"

"Will be what," I asked. She smiled and said 'nevermind'.

"Does that mean you don't want to see?"

"You mean...see you?" She nodded, her face flaring crimson that was several shades darker than her hair. "No, I still do..."

She took a deep breath and pulled her shirt up. Her breasts were small, and that's all I'm going to say about them. If you're reading this, you shouldn't care about a jr. high girl's so-called rack anyway. The point is, that was the first, and I thought until just now only, time I felt up Shana.