“Want me to take some of the bottles?” Without a response, she came off the couch and bent over to pick up our empties, this time facing the couch...that Jeremiah and I sat on, giving us a front-row seat to the cleavage that created quite a spectacle over her low-cut dress. She managed to grab all of the bottles with her small hand (especially for her height) and strutted back into the kitchen.I couldn’t help but have the feeling that every single one of us watched her ass until the kitchen door. My throbbing cock sprang to life as I pulled my pants off. Miranda moved forward, eyeing my swollen member. She reached out with her hand and was going to guide me into her mouth, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed her back against the couch and pulled her by the hips so her ass hung over the edge. I got down on my knees and inched forward. Holding my cock at the base, I ran the throbbing head up and down her wet pussy, spreading her lips. Every couple of strokes I would keep my cock on. Like right before my eyes almost. A month before I hadn't had hardly any boobs at all, but now? I definitely had tits.I looked at myself in the mirror, combing my fingers through my short blonde hair and I looked like a girl, definitely. A real tomboy, no doubt about that, but my body had shape and my tits were unmistakable, and my face was too pretty. I was going to be a real girl someday, a beautiful one maybe, I wasn't sure about that, but it was coming and sooner rather than later. I was. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring.