At thirteen, Angie was not very different from all the other eighth graders.At thirteen, Angie was not very different from all the other eighth graders. The other girls were approaching sexual maturity, some faster than others. Certainly they were all sex conscious, with budding breasts, spreading hips, a new growth of pretty pubic curls. A few of the girls were already full-busted, though these few were at a distinct disadvantage- their thrusting titties gave the look of being fully sexually aware, and mostly, they were by no means ready for any kind of mature behavior. The boys of the same age were a couple of years behind the girls in development. That summer, after school was through, Angie was sent to Wisconsin to visit her aunt. This was more or less an annual affair, having happened at least twice before. Those summers, Angie's mother had been overseas on business, and auntie's house was a convenient place to park her where she would not get into any trouble. Well, not much anyway. Aunt Millie was a new divorcee. She had a new boyfriend that she was trying to catch, so she frankly had not much time to think about a niece- who she did not really want around, anyway. She was out most evenings, leaving Angie to "play" with the other kids on the street. The kids were a couple of years older, but Angie's nicely developing figure gave her the look of a 15 year old, and certainly she did know what it was all about even if she had not really done anything yet. The girl next door, Sally McIvers, was a year older than Angie. She too knew what it was all about, and had some experience at wild petting parties. Usually she was the youngest one at the party. One of the boys on the street suggested that Angie be invited to the next party, and Sally thought this was a good idea. |