We spent our weekends either at her house or mine playing games or sharing gossip about school mates and boys. It was a Friday night on the second or ...hird week of our freshman year. Shelly had avoided me all day. I finished my homework and went next door to see what was wrong. I walked in and Gail, Shelly’s mother told me she was up in her room. My brother and her’s were in the living room playing video games as I walked through.I went up to her room and went right in. I gasped at what I saw,. I knew it was not the time or place for these thoughts, but they came anyway, against my will. This time when she came out (to the ear-worm sounds of Men Without Hats), her bikini was navy blue. It had a sexy fringe along the edges of the small triangles that covered her breasts and left little to the imagination. The bottom was a barely-there strip of fabric, tied by strings dangling from her hips. She shook her ass as she spun, in a sexy little dance. "Great," I said without being prompted. He dashed to the phone and punched in Erin’s home number, not caring that it was early and that he would probably bother her parents or noticing that he still knew the number by heart after all these years. The girl needed some talking to. ‘Hello,’ a groggy young female voice said from the other line. ‘Caroline, hey. It’s me Brady. Is Erin there?’ ‘Brady? Brady! Where have you been? I miss you so much! Why haven’t you come to see me?’ Brady smiled in spite of himself. He couldn’t remember the. ..she knocks on the window and we drive away. I ask her who she is and what tha fuck she's doin in my shit, but she says nothin. I ask again wit a lil threat in my voice, and the bitch tells me to shut the fuck up. I shake my head as to clear away fog or sumthin away from my brain. then she starts touchin herself, im tellin dis broad ta stop, i cant watch this shit...and she starts moanin and gyrating and tellin me ta watch her, i tell her no repeatedly, but she becomes more insistent, tellin.