” Grandpa raised an eyebrow. “She’s my best friend. I just can’t picture her like that.”“Oh. I guess I don’t feel as awkward having aske... her to come by for a visit then. Were you thinking of that Charles Bixby then?” Grandpa asked.“Why would you ask that?” I questioned him.“He called this morning. He was asking about you. But you were asleep and he didn’t want to wake you.” Grandpa informed me.“Charles called? And he wanted to talk to ME??? Oh my God, that’s awesome. I’ve never had anyone want. She saw my car and waved me over to the barn. I got out and before I said a word Tina asked "Where's your girlfriend?" In a mocking tone. She had derailed the speech I had been planning in my head for weeks in just a few seconds. I stammered out a sad story of how she left me for someone else. Tina smirked, almost broke out laughing. Her body was covered in sweat, her long brown hair was caked to her body, I found myself staring at her tan chest, and the tanlines from her bikini showing off. They both wrapped their arms around each other for a minute, and then she began taking his shirt off. He took it off completely, and they both grinned just before they made out again. It was young love, I just loved that. I knew they loved each other by the looks on their faces. Also, the tickling thing, that was dead give away.Then she took off her dress that she was wearing. She was also wearing a match set of bra and panties, and then my hand went in my panties. I only hoped no one would. The sound of something leather hit the wooden table near by. The feather is a surprise since it can’t be heard. The feeling of the softness rolls over your body from head to toe. I take it up one side, and down the other. You giggle, and wiggle from the ticklish torture. But your body wants so much more. A small hand held whip with a few leather straps trails up your back. Over your shoulder, and across your chest. The texture of the leather makes your nipples stand straight up when touched..