My next discovery was with my very best friend, Lucy, we were the same age and seemed to be glued together at the hip. We went everywhere together and...were in and out of each other's flats all day. Constant buddies who talked just about everything that twelve year old girls talk about. Want to know what our fave topic was? I bet you already know.So, when I was sleeping over at Lucy's one night and after the lights were out, we were talking about boys and sex (You guessed right. Take a prize.). Even then, there was not the slightest twinge of pain.He raised himself up to stare into her eyes and grasp her breasts. He didn’t squeeze them, but his fingers tweaked her nipples. Then she felt his body move from hers and down onto hers again, just as it had moved on her wedding night. The feelings within, however, were much different. Where he had scratched over a sore, his strokes now soothed her. Somehow, the soothing was also arousing. She was tightening again.“Mine,” he said; he drove in. To make matters worse there was this precocious young female who would ply me with loaded questions every time the adults were out of earshot.I soon came to the conclusion that Brenda knew nothing about sex but that given the opportunity she would be very willing to find out. That opportunity came at the week end when we were left alone for a couple of hours. Another aunt and uncle were going to join us for a couple of days and after being met at the station they were all going for a drink. Of course we all agreed... As the night went on and more drinks went in, we finally started becoming more open with our conversation... She admitted that she too was bi-sexual and found herself as attracted to me as I was to her... (As it turns out, she'd been attracted to me for months as well, but feared being too forward, just as I was...) Little did I know that that night was the beginning of a very close friendship as well as a wonderful sexual relationship between her and me...?The.