Just Because A Girl Can

Just because she can - surely that's why Tina does it now (while she's still young) and probably will do for the rest of her life; I don't know .  .  . ? I'd understood her over a few short weeks during which she'd handed me the pieces that made up the puzzle of Tina - a handful of large pieces that fitted up into a small and common puzzle. I'd needed this puzzle (she'd seemed to sense that) to fully comprehend why she does what she does. She'd told me that she was the second shortest girl in her school-year. The second shortest. She'd referred to her own part of the girls in class as those of us with boyfriends. She'd told me that she was the youngest in her family; that she knew she was short-tempered if she couldn't get her own way. "I'll have to change soon; I know that .  .  ." she had said. I'd seen the completed puzzle - yet I still say 'just because she can'.

Then, just because she could, she'd had her best friend's boyfriend move over to her. I was jealous I admit it. She's a looker; she carries the high and full breasts of a school beauty and she's perfectly in proportion even if, as she says, she's a little shorter than average and even if, as she also says, she perhaps possesses for the moment, a slightly ugly nature (that will change when she chooses). She's a looker and I'd wanted her but I'd feared her boyfriend. Then she'd told me where to go to look at him, and I'd discovered a sickly counter-assistant, and now, just because I could (I suppose) I'd made a pass at her. I'd asked her whether any of the other girls had bedded a boy on the side yet.

And because she can, she keeps repeating "We musn't go too far, we mustn't go too far .  .  ." and every time she says it she pushes my head down between her tits, and brings it up again repeatedly to kiss me on the cheek with a sort of gratitude. Because she can, she has my mouth stuck to her tit, my hand between her bare legs rubbing furiously, she stiff and stretched and seeming to hold her breath. Afterwards we greet one another in a mutual rolling cuddle of happiness. She interrupts it by throwing her leg over, wriggles me inside her for a second, then lifts herself off and stands up to get dressed. Just because she can.