Brad's Interesting Afternoon
"You find yourself in a dark cavern with glowing stalactites hanging from the ceiling, and as you proceed into the darkness, you hear your footsteps echo off the walls and into the distance. All of a sudden a large dark form drops down on you from above..."
"Wait, dude...really? Another dire bat? Come on!"
The two young boys were crouched above a grid on which the scene was drawn, and all their dice lay scattered around them. Carson, who's attic they were occupying, was a slightly chubby human. His dark hair was plastered to his skull from the heat making its way into the building from the sweltering afternoon. His anti-bat accomplice, Brad from next-door, was a thin, lanky jackrabbit, whose large ears gave him a cool advantage in this unseasonal heatwave.
The fifteen year-olds were just at that stage where they were too old to play games, but not old enough to drive into town on their own. Desperate to escape the sun, they had turned to the attic and, after a bit of exploring the musty boxes and dusty corners, had come across Carson's dad's Dungeons and Dragons kit. After a bit of reading in the books, which threatened to fall apart with every turned page, they felt they knew enough to start an adventure. As it was Carson's house he had made Brad let him be dungeon-master, but the human boy just didn't have the imagination needed for the position, as was evident from the fact that Brad's Minotaur paladin was battling a dire bat for the eighth time.
"I am the dungeon-master, you have to day what I say!" Carson whined, clearly in over his head.
"Fine, I hit the bat with my sword. 18 damage, do I kill it?"
"Yes."
Brad was beginning to get really bored with this game, but since there were no other neighbors close by and his mom wouldn't be home from work until 5:00 he would just have to make do with the situation. Thinking quickly he shuffled his character papers around, stalling, until he could think of what else to do.
"Aha!" he cried, "I get to level up with that one... this might take a while, I have to read how to do it. Why don't you run downstairs and make us some sandwiches?"
Carson reluctantly rose and headed toward the trapdoor at the far end of the attic that lead into the garage. "Salami all right?" he asked.
"As long as there's cheese. And lettuce. And pickles." Brad quipped.
"Don't push your luck, smart-ass."
Brad leaned back against a dusty box. His character was nowhere near ready to level up, but he would let Carson make some sandwiches before he told him that. He cast his gaze around the small room. The round window on the far wall struggled to let in the sun's light through grimy panes. The two side walls were made of the slanted roof of the building, and the floor was made of rough plywood. Suddenly he noticed that a light shone up onto the wall from the floor behind a stack of boxes in the otherwise dark corner. Curious, he crawled in behind them to investigate. What he discovered there almost blew his mind.
The light that has drawn his eye was actually coming from a vent into the house below. He could hear water running and a soft humming as someone walked around beneath him. Brad pressed his eye closer to the vent, thinking he would get to see Carson's mom washing dishes. As his vision focused he realized that not only was this not the kitchen he was looking into, but that his friend's mom was not present. He almost fell back on his pert little tail as he recognized Carson's older sister standing naked in the shower.
Now, Brad had sisters too but they were all younger than him and mostly regarded as nuisances to be avoided at all costs. Carson's sister was a whole other ball game: at seventeen she was just flowering into womanhood, and her shy demeanor meant that he didn't get to see her much. At school Marie could be found in the library, reading up for extra credit, and she never went out with any of the boys in her grade. Even at home she hid in her room when Brad visited, so getting to see her at all was a special treat. And if seeing her clothed was a treat, then what Brad was looking at now must be an all-you-can-eat dessert bar!
Her porcelain pale skin stood out against the blue tile of the shower walls. Brad could see very clearly the budding swells of her small breasts, tipped with tiny, perfect nipples. She was very slender, and Brad's gaze lingered on her graceful waist and gentle "innie" belly button. He was almost afraid to keep going, knowing that further down was something that was supposed to be private. But he couldn't help himself, after all everything he had already seen was supposed to be private too. The place between Marie's legs was mostly bare, she was a late bloomer and hadn't yet grown much hair there. From his angle all Brad could see was her smooth skin and a small cleft at the base, but it was enough to know in his mind that he had seen it
Marie had just begun to wash her long black hair. She massaged the shampoo into her scalp and then began to pull the slippery substance down into her tips. She ran her fingers through the strands, the wet locks sliding through her fingers easily. Brad could just imagine how Marie's hair would feel if he touched it now: smooth and elusive on his fingers, and smelling of strawberries because that's how she always smelled in his mind.
Brad pulled his mind back to what was happening right in front of him, not wanting to miss a minute. She reached out of his view and came back with a pink loofa covered in suds, the bubbles so numerous they were running down her wrist. Marie began to run the loofa over her arms and chest, the foam of the soap covering her body so completely that it seemed as if she was wearing a white, fluffy jumpsuit.
What she did next Brad would keep in his memory for a long time. Setting aside the loofa, Marie put her hands to her chest and began massaging the soap around her perky breasts, making small moaning sounds as she touched herself. Her slender fingers slipped across her body like ice skaters in the soapy suds, caressing her developing curves and pressing into the growing softness of her teenage form.
Marie stepped into the spray of the warm water, the foam running off her like icing melting from a cupcake. Tracks of her skin became visible and then grew, until the bubbles only remained in the curves of her body, like the crest on a wave, before they too were washed away.
Before Brad could see what she did next he heard a door open and then slam from the direction of the garage. He scrambled back to the area where his papers were spread out on the floor, and sat, panting from excitement and the sudden exertion. He had been distracted from it for a while, but the heat in the tiny attic was still sweltering. After a moment of silence he heard a call from below,
"Dude, I have my hands full with the food, you gonna let me up or what?"
After letting down the stairs, Brad watched as Carson made his way up. It was almost comical how much food the boy had prepared: there were five sandwiches, two bags of chips, two sodas and some veggies that Brad guessed Carson's mom had made him take as well. The two teens sat down and began to eat, chatting about school and other trivial things. Carson was not that bothered by the fact that Brad had made a "mistake" about his character's level.
While he munched on a celery stick, thoughts of soapy Marie tumbling around in his head to the background noise of Carson's conversation, Brad thought to himself, "I wonder what we'll do tomorrow?"