As Becky started to cry, Kelly pulled her down to sit next to her, her arm around her shoulder.
“Look, maybe you’re right and John didn’t exactly see what he thinks he saw,” Kelly suggested. “There’s a real easy way to find out.”
“How?” Becky asked, wiping her eyes.
“Why don’t you spend the night at our house and in the morning we’ll spy on my mother and see if anything happens. We’ll be a little late to school, but that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Oh, my parents will never let me do that on a school night,” Becky said, shaking her head.
“Sure they will,” Kelly assured her. “Just tell them you and I have to work on a project that’s due tomorrow and they’ll let you. Why shouldn’t they? They can’t suspect anything wrong is going to happen. You can call them from our house after school.”
“But what about my clothes and stuff?” Becky asked.
“We’re about the same size,” Kelly observed. “You can borrow some of mine, okay?”
“Well, if they say it’s okay,” Becky agreed.
“Okay, I’ll see you two later,” John said, hurrying off to his next class.
As John and Kelly and Becky rode their bicycles home from school that afternoon John was very reluctant to go directly home, not wanting to have the confrontation with his mother that he knew was due.
“I think I’ll go down to the river for a while,” he said as they neared their neighborhood. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Kelly and Becky continued to the house where Kelly got permission from Karin for Becky to spend the night and Becky called and got permission from her mother.
“Where’s John?” Karin asked Kelly.
“Oh, he said he was going to go down to the river,” she replied. “He’ll be here for dinner.”
“Well, you make sure to go and get him so that he’s here in time,” Karin told her. “He should have asked me first.”
“Okay, mom,” Kelly agreed, dragging Becky with her down to her bedroom where they shut the door.
“I can’t believe that your mom and my dad did what John said,” Becky said when they were safe in Kelly’s room. “Your mom doesn’t seem like that kind of a person.”
“What kind of a person?” Kelly asked curiously.
“You know, like a slut or something,” Becky replied.
“Well, I don’t think that just because two people fuck each other that that makes anyone a slut,” Kelly observed.
“But they’re both married to different people,” Becky protested.
“That’s just sex outside of their marriage then, not being a slut.”
“But what if they really did those things that John told us?”
“It sounded like it was fun to me,” Kelly laughed, seeing the surprised look on Becky’s face. “Haven’t you had sex with anyone yet?”
“Well, no, of course not,” Becky said indignantly. “Have you?”
“Yes,” Kelly replied simply.
“You have! You’re kidding! With who?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Kelly said with a laugh.
“Did you like it?” Becky asked, curious now.
“Oh, I love it,” Kelly replied enthusiastically. “It’s the best thing there is.”
“Wow! Weren’t you embarrassed to be naked like that?”
“A little bit at first,” Kelly conceded, “but then it was no big deal. I like the way they look at me when I’m naked.”
“Didn’t it hurt?”
“Just a little the first time, that’s all.”
“The first time! You’ve done it more than once?”
“Well, of course, silly. What do you think these bodies are for?”
“I don’t think I could do it,” Becky said wistfully.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m just too small.”
“Too small! We’re almost the same size.”
“No, not that way, down there,” Becky said, her hand waving in front of her shorts.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, even when I use a tampon, it’s real tight. I think a guy’s thing would rip me apart.”
“That’s nonsense,” Kelly said. “Tampons are always tight because you’re not wet and excited down there. If you’re wet and excited, it’s a lot easier. I even make myself wet to put a tampon in just because it’s easier.”
“You do! How?”
“I just play with myself a little bit, rub my clit, then it just slides right in, like a cock.”
“Kelly! You’re awful,” Becky said, falling on the bed laughing. “I can’t believe how you can say those things.”
“Look, we’ve got an hour or so until dinner, why don’t we go down to the river and find John. We can go swimming while we’re there, too.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” Becky replied.
“Well, down at the river we don’t wear them,” Kelly told her. “Nobody ever comes there, so it’s cool.”
“What about John?”
“He’s my brother, what could be safer?”
“He’s not my brother. I’d die if he saw me naked.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Kelly told her laughing. “You’d like it because he’d probably think you were really cute.”
“Not me,” Becky protested. “I know he doesn’t think I’m cute.”
“How do you know? How many times have you actually spoken to John about anything?”
“Well, I haven’t ever really.”
“Then how can you say that? He’s my brother and I know he’d think you were cute. Come on, let’s go to the river,” Kelly said, opening a drawer and pulling out two large t-shirts, handing one to Becky. “Here, put this on so you don’t get your clothes messed up,” she said, pulling her blouse off and then her shorts. “It’s a lot easier,” she said, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the ground as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. “See, this is much better.”
Becky just stood there with her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t believe that Kelly had just undressed like that in front of her. She felt herself start to blush as she had stared at Kelly’s breasts with her nipples hard on the ends before she had pulled the t-shirt down over herself where it hung to about mid-thigh.
“Come on, ‘fraidy cat,” Kelly teased, “we’re running out of time.”
Fighting the urge to blush uncontrollably, Becky quickly shucked her clothes off until she was standing in just her bra and panties. Kelly was sitting at her dressing table pretending not to be interested while keeping the corner of her eye on Becky in the mirror. She smiled to herself as she saw that Becky was debating with herself on whether to remove her bra or not, and when she saw her reach behind herself to unhook it, she turned around just as she was dropping it to the floor.