LATCHKEY KIDS

They skipped across the terracotta stepping-stones to the back entrance. It was the era of latchkey kids, and as far as Harold knew his parents wouldn't be home till much later. He had attempted sneaking a girl into his house before, but choosing the wrong girl and expecting the neighbors to mind their business foiled that. 

This time around, he chose Andrea; they were in the same grade, rode the same bus, and lived just around the corner. She was black like Harold, a little chubby yet more developed than the other girls and had a liking for Harold. This is probably why it didn't take much for Harold to talk her into coming over as they got off the bus. Pointing out the fact that their driveway was clear, meaning his parents were out and would be for some time. 

The realization of the possibilities of what could happen made Andrea's stomach fill with butterflies. Harold felt something as well wanting to speed up the process his bad boy side creeping out, as he couldn't wait to be alone with her. Oh, the mischief they were going to get into. Harold took the key from his neck and opened the side door to his house, and invited Andrea inside. 

The side door entrance opened into the kitchen, where Harold threw down his book bag onto the kitchen table, Andrea did the same following suit. Harold had never been alone with a girl in his home and had no idea how to entertain. Of course, the ideas he did have were welcoming to him as he sized Andrea up in awkward silence. Andrea just looked around and then asked Harold to show her around. Harold led her through the kitchen to the living room and into the hall past the bathroom. Making sure to skip his siblings and parents room. 

Andrea smiled as she entered his room, and that smile leads to a laugh as she saw Harold had a few Gumby posters on his wall. Seeing this, Harold stood staunchly and defended his collection vowing he'd somehow find a way into her bedroom so he could laugh at her bedroom layout. Andrea then, with an adult tone, described her bedroom to which seemed bland and without much originality or items for a girl her age. This was when Harold began to see how Andrea seemed older than the other girls in their grade. 

Harold then sat on his bed as Andrea continued looking around his room and walls taking it all in, finally joining him on his bed. They then talked about classes and what had happened at lunch that day. In a mutual moment, their eyes met over silence, and then they both looked away. Words were not being said, but from their body language, things were being expressed. Andrea closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss as Harold read this as an opportunity he reached for Andrea's adolescent breast and gave it a squeeze. 

The two of them froze in place, realizing their signals had been misinterpreted. Yet, Andrea recoiled as Harold continued to hold on and squeeze. Andrea then brushed Harold's hand from her chest as in their own way, they were embarrassed. Andrea was the first to speak, "You like that, huh? to which Harold replied, "Yeah, nice and soft." "Do you want to see them?" Andrea questioned. Harold's eyes widened like saucers as he hopped up on the bed, nodding emphatically. 

At that, Andrea smiled with a sense of accomplishment and desire and began to remove her shirt. Harold's eyes now looked like full moons getting to see more of Andrea than he had ever. Her bosoms pouring out of her teen sized bra became his focus when down the hall, the sound of the door being unlocked and opened, and someone walking in could be heard.