Debra was not a very pretty young girl. She was somewhat mentally challenged but since she lived next door to us, we would often sit and talk together. We had a game that we would play sometime where it would begin by us calling each other silly names. It would soon progress to slight pushing where should would push me off the steps or off what ever I was sitting on. I would do the same to her. It would go pushing and shoving to out right wrestling. Debra loved pinning me down and making unable to move while she bounced on top of me repeatedly.

Debra was only 15 but for some reason her body seemed much older than her brain. Her breast always looked heavy with milk and no matter what top she wore her nipples looked as though they wanted to pop right through them. When she walk they would sway back and forth like they were live or something. Yet her waist was small and her waist carried the hour glass shape that black women just can’t get away from, neither her ass nor thighs sagged! Yet her butt cheeks would ripple with every stride.

Debra was heavy handed too; meaning she was strong.

As I said Debra was not very attractive but I always found her full lips, which seemed to always stay juicy, a sexual turn on for some reason. Her slurping on a Charms lolly pop was always noisy and I would secretly watch and listen to how her lips smacked and slurped at it. Sometime she would slurp it then quickly turn to me and say “have some!” – And poke that wet lolly pop into my mouth before I could say yes or no. Licking her long tongue out, she would stick it back into her wet mouth as she slightly would drool and happily lick and slurp away.

Debra was my friend and we had great fun together.

My mother had gone shopping and left Debra and me at home together to watch things. As usual we were clowning around like always. Debra had on the knock around dress that she wore sometimes and sneakers. I liked the dress because Debra wasn’t very reserved, and often behaved more like a Tom boy than a girl. I noticed that I would sometime catch her pressing her dress into her crouch. I don’t think she was aware she doing it though, as she would do this while playing or engaged in whatever it was that we were doing at the time.