Insight into the Mind of Mine

Chapter 3: The Beginning of the End

After that whole stadium situation went down, I was a raging hormonal beast. I had just touched a breast, and it was on a girl that I was attracted to. I was fantasizing about that day for the couple following days until I started to think to myself, "If she let me touch them, would she let me see them?" I had only seen real breasts in health class and porn, so I was really curious. I was a teenager, a young one at that. I was just a young ignorant teenager driven by testosterone without a care in the world. Over the following weeks, I built up the courage to ask her that. When I did, once again she responded with something surprising. She agreed to almost right off the bat, but she had one stipulation. Since she was showing something of hers to me, she wanted to see something of mine. I was nervous, but I agreed because I thought I had just gotten a once in a lifetime chance to see a real pair of breasts. We set up the place to meet at this fishing spot on the Tuscarawas river near this abandoned train bridge. This spot had a lot of privacy and almost no one went back there, so we thought it was ideal. That day rolled around, and I rode my bike down to the water treatment plant. I dismounted my bike and walked behind the chain link fence. Gabby had already gotten there, and was waiting near the opening to the forest path to the fishing spot. I met up with her, and we walked the path to the fishing spot. That day was really hot, but it was cool beneath the trees. There was a nice breeze that you could hear coming through the trees, and along with that was the sound of the river's flowing water. We sat down in the grass, and watched the water for a little while until I popped the question about seeing her breasts. She was very nervous. She kept trying to change the subject. I kept pushing the question ( like a god damn idiot). She eventually told me how she felt about showing them. She explained that she didn't want to show them in a "public place." She did say that she would show me her bra though. She pulled down the neck of her shirt to reveal her grey bra. She said I could touch them so I did. After a small while, I stopped. I asked her if she wanted to see my penis like our deal entailed, but she declined the offer because she said it wouldn't be fair for her to see mine if she didn't show anything in return. I understood that, so for the rest of the time at the fishing spot we just laid in the grass. A weird thing that happened during this was at one point while we were laying in the grass, we heard some people coming down a path from the opposite direction of the path we took. We heard them getting closer until finally they appeared at the fishing spot. It was a group of three guys, and one of them was my cousin Christian. I asked him what in the world he was doing walking the river bank, and why he was in Dover. He just said that he and his buddies wanted to spend the day walking the river bank. He had started all the way in the next town over, and that was a long way to go. Back to the subject at hand. We ended up leaving the fishing spot after we say storm clouds. We walked back through the woods, and back to our bikes. When we got on our bikes, a torrential downpour started. We got soaked immediately, so he had to pedal home quickly. I still remember the nice warm rain on my skin as I pedaled home, and the smell of the hot asphalt being hit by the rain. That was another day I had the thought that my life was going well, but hell was I wrong.