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 The Joys of Journaling Chapter Three - Breasts are the Best

   How I managed to keep myself from just jumping Amber every time she came
over is still a mystery to me.  I mean, if you were a healthy 19 year old
guy who wasn't getting any on a regular basis, and you knew some naïve girl
was just awakening to her sexuality, wouldn't you be doing everything in
your power to get into those panties?

   Well, I was.  But I knew I couldn't just whip it out in front of her and
expect her to fall onto her back.  Julia was around her all the time, so I
had to be devious.

   Luckily, as the quote goes, "old age and treachery beats youth and skill
every time".

   So I bided my time, updating the journal as often as I could, usually
once a day.

   About a week after Amber swallowed the bait, I decided it was time to
push the envelope a bit more.

   I can't stop thinking about Amber!  What's wrong with me?

   She's just out of grade school and I'm a grown man.

   But I can't help it.  I find my mind wandering at work,

   thinking of her, wondering what she's doing, wondering if

   I'll see her when I get home.  I race home to see if she's

   there.  When she is, I'm happy.  When she's not, it's like

   someone punched me in the gut.

   Where did these feeling come from all of a sudden??  I mean,

   she's just a girl!  But...  damn me, I can't help myself.

   She's gone from someone I saw as a kid sister into...  well,

   something more.  She's turning into a woman, there's no doubt

   about that.  I had never noticed it before, but Amber's shirts

   are definitely showing that something has happened beneath

   them.

   Man, what I wouldn't give to sneak a peek at what she's

   hiding under her shirt.I know her boobs will be beautiful

   without seeing them, because they are her's.  But still...  to

   imagine them is one thing.  To actually see them...  well,

   that would be glorious.

   I can't believe I'm having these urges, but she's suddenly

   taken up most of my waking thoughts.  God help me.

   -D

   There, that should wet her appetite.

   Since I knew she was already interested in the journal, I didn't have to
go through such an elaborate planting scheme as before.  I just had to make
sure it was visible from my open doorway when she would pass past it.  I
decided to place it on the edge of my bureau, with a book slightly
overlapping it.  That way I would know if it had been moved.  Then it was
off to work I went.

   Have you ever heard of the movie "Little Big League"?  There's a reason
for that.  It was horrible.  Truly and eternally horrible.  But guess who
had to see that damn ending several times a night??  You guessed it.  Moi.

   The only thing that kept me going was the thought that Amber might be
home when I got there.  So I put on my brave face, answered the stupid
questions, took tickets, and vacuumed the carpets until the final show of
the night.

   When I got home I raced to my room.  I was eager to get out of my
polyester pants and dress shirt that smelled like popcorn and butter
flavoring.

   After a shower I looked on my bureau.  Yup!  That journal had been
moved. Mu-hahahaha.

   Going downstairs I found the brat and Amber on the floor in front of the
TV and playing Nintendo.

   "Hey there.  What's new in the world of being bums, girls?" I liked to
tease them a little bit.  Summer break was in full swing, and the girls
were enjoying the freedom of no school.  Truth be told, I was a little
envious.  They never tell you when you are growing up that being an adult
sucks.

   Julia just blew me a raspberry, while Amber giggled.  I plunked myself
down on the couch and stretched out.  It was good to be off my feet at
last.

   I must have dozed off a bit, because all of a sudden Julia's voice was
waking me from me reverie.

   "Dave!  Do you want ice cream or not!?"

   "Huh?  Ummm..  yeah, sure.  Why not?" I started to get up, figuring that
was a not-so-subtle hint to serve them.

   "No.  You stay there, we'll get it." Amber quickly said.  Bouncing to
her feet.

   Julia, for her part, looked surprised.  I guess my intuition about
having to serve them was what she was expecting too.  The sudden reversal
of the server/servee relationship caught her off guard too.

   After a minute, Amber returned with a small dish of mint chocolate ice
cream.  Leaning over she gave it to me while I was laying down.  As I
looked up at her I was greeted by a sight I hadn't expected.

   Amber obviously had planned this, as her loose t-shirt had fallen
forward, letting me peek down it through the collar.  I was surprised to
see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and I could gaze upon her
small, pointed breasts.

   "Ummm..  thanks, Amber.  That was sweet of you." I stared, without
trying to be obvious about it.  We both had a role to play.  Mine was of
the guy who was secretly lusting after this younger girl.  Her's was of the
innocent girl who doesn't know he's even aware of her.

   It felt like it went on forever, but probably only lasted two or three
seconds before Amber straitened again and went back to sitting in front of
the TV like she was unaware of the show she had just given me.

   For my part, I had to quickly sit up to hide the tent that had suddenly
appeared in my briefs.

   I replayed the scene several times in my head that night, savoring it. A
Polaroid picture was in my head of that sight.  To this day I can still
remember those twin mounds and their soft creamy skin.

   The rest of the night passed uneventfully, as the girls played and I
thought of the next step in my evil scheme.  Things were progressing
nicely. I never thought Amber would snap at my lure as hard as she had.

   But, how far could I take her, and how quickly?  Somewhere she had to
have a cut off limit, right?

   I wasn't sure what that limit was.  But I was certain I would enjoy the
journey to discover it.

   ~~END CHAPTER THREE~~