The Glory ( Freen❣️Becky)

5 ( Breast )

"You must have been an emotional wreck," Nam said. "That's a lot to contend with at fourteen."

"Thanks," she said, taking the plate of lasagna from Irene. "Looks great." She nodded at Nam acknowledging her statement. "I knew what we were doing was crazy, yeah," she said. "Going through puberty and realizing your best friend was the one who turned you on was scary as hell. But if her mother would have caught us kissing..." she said with a shake of her head, "I can't even begin to imagine her reaction."

Nami laughed. "Oh, I think you can imagine it. That's what scared you."

"So did you and Becky talk about it?" Tee asked. "I mean, you can call it practice all you want, but I'm sure you both knew what was really happening."

"Yes, we knew what was happening, but we didn't talk about it. She was doing what she was supposed to do-date Song Nop . Everything was separate about our lives except that. Different schools, different friends. Her mother kept her busy with tennis lessons, dance, swimming. As she got older, she spent more and more time with her friends. Not that she wanted to. But it was expected of her."

"Because she was a Armstrong," Nam stated. "So Surat Thaini was still a small enough city that those old separation of the class rules still applied. Amazing."

"Like I said, her mother took it very seriously."

"So did you find it difficult to see each other?"

"Sometimes. As busy as she kept Becky  her mother had as many activities of her own. Dinner was at seven and neither her mother nor father made it home much before then." She took a bite of the lasagna and nodded. "This is delicious, Tee. Thanks for making it vegetarian."

"Thank you. And you're welcome."

"How long before kissing was no longer enough?" Nam asked bluntly.

"You mean, when did we start touching?"

"I'm assuming you didn't dive right in and become lovers. You were virgins," she said.

"Virgins but not clueless," she said. "I wanted to touch her but I was afraid." Freen smiled. "The first time I dared to touch her breasts, I was fifteen." ***

"I made an A on my test," Becky said excitedly, holding up her test paper for Freen to see.

Freen followed Becky into her study room and plopped down on the floor where she normally sat. Becky sat cross-legged beside her, a smile on her face.

"Well, look at you," she said. "See? I told you it'd be okay."

"I know. I was still shocked though."

"What?" Freen. asked, smiling too.

"Yuki is having a dance party tomorrow night."

Freen cocked her head, grinning. "And? You want to practice dancing?"

Becky nodded, her expression serious. "Can we?"

Freen  got excited at the thought but didn't want to appear too eager. "What kind of dance?"

Becky's soft smile sent a chill down Freen's spine.

"Slow."

Freen swallowed, wondering how her legs would support her if she and Becky were dancing. For as much practice kissing as they'd done, there'd never been much touching involved. Even when they'd dared to lay on Becky's bed, there still was no full body touching. But slow dancing? Their bodies would be close together, their hands would be free to move at will.

"Can we?" Becky asked again.

Freen finally nodded. She knew she wouldn't refuse Becky. They stood and Freen shifted nervously.