Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2020 15:10:20 -0600
From: Ocelot <fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com>
Subject: Dawn Grows Up Chapter 7

	Hello!  Welcome to the next chapter!  This chapter is told from
Dawn's POV.  Also, this story contains sexual scenes between an adult and a
minor.  If this kind of content is illegal or forbidden where you live, you
need to go.  If you wish to continue, stay here, get naked, and enjoy!  I
grant Nifty a license to display this story on their website.  It is not to
be displayed on any other website.  Nifty needs all the help it can get to
keep hosting stories such as this.  Give `til it hurts!

	This story is dedicated to a certain naughty Jedi.  I have enjoyed
creating this story with you.


	Sitting in homeroom, I was going over my homework again.  I was up
late the night before, finishing my English essay.  It was worth a third of
my grade for the semester, so naturally, I was anxious it be perfect.
Since I was up late, I overslept.  I dashed to the bus, nearly forgetting
to stop at Weston's house next door to take the pill.  We shared the
briefest of kisses before I ran for the bus stop.

	"Hey Dawn!"

	"Amber!" I said, embracing my best friend.  "How are you so cheery,
knowing your English grade hangs in the balance?"

	Amber looked festive, with a snowman sweater on, jeans, and
earrings that were sleigh bells.  Winter was here.  Christmas wasn't too
far away.  The holiday dance was this Saturday.  Amber looked like she had
had a good night's sleep.

	"I finished yesterday afternoon.  I'm calm this morning because I
know that I've done my best, and since it's printed out, there's nothing I
can do to add or change anything."

	Amber smiled at me as she sat down at the desk next to me.  Taking
a few deep breaths, I slid my essay into my backpack.  Good advice.
Nothing I could do to change or add anything to my essay.  What would come,
would come.

	"Going to the dance Saturday?"

	"I don't know," I said, looking at her.  Privately, I'd wanted to
spend time with Weston, but he was at a trading conference in San Diego
until Monday.  He'd left for the airport after I nearly forgot to take the
pill that morning.

	"Wanna come with?" she asked.  "We'll look stupid, being by
ourselves, but at least we'll look stupid together."

	I cracked up.  "You always know what to say," I said, smiling back
at her.  "Sure, I'll go with you to the dance.  I'll get my dad to take us
and pick us up."

	"Sounds good," she said, turning to face front as attendance began
to be taken.

	Throughout the day, Amber and I discuss what we'd wear to the
dance.  We realized we didn't really have anything that we wanted to wear.
After school, we took the bus to the mall, and headed to a dress store.
We'd agreed to take a look and see if there were any dresses we'd like to
wear.

	"I don't think we want anything with shawls," Amber said, flicking
through dresses on a rack.

	"Why not?" I asked as I examined some pumps that were on display.

	"Its winter, so we'll be wearing jackets, and shawls will only get
in the way."

	"You're right.  Let's keep this sensible.  You keep looking over
here, I'll go to the other side of the store, and let's meet after going
through the whole store to see what we like."

	"Meet at the fitting rooms?" Amber asked, gesturing.

	"Sure thing."

	I headed off, instantly discarding dresses that were orange or
peach in color.  I'd look like a giant onion with my tanned skin.  As I
turned the corner heading into the second aisle, my phone buzzed.  Buzz,
pause, buzz buzz.  It was the vibration I'd assigned Weston.

	"You out of school?" was his text.

	"Yeah.  At the mall now." I responded.

	"Christmas shopping?"

	"Close.  Shopping for a dress with my friend Amber.  The winter
dance is this weekend and we don't have anything to wear."

	"I think you look good wearing nothing at all ;)"

	Blushing, I responded "Thanks, but if we show to the school dance
without any clothes on, we'd get in trouble."

	"I know.  Just wanted to make sure you were thinking of me."

	"I'm always thinking of you, keha."

	"What did you just call me?"

	"Keha.  It's Mohawk for bear.  It's my people's native tongue."

	"I didn't know you were Native American!"

	"Yeah.  Half Mohawk, half French.  I actually have dual citizenship
for America and Canada.  I was actually born on the rez."

	"Ah, I see!  That explains your amazing tan, perfect nose, and
strong jawline."

	I smiled, blushed, and covered my mouth with one hand while
responding.  "You're so sweet keha."

	"Is there a Mohawk name like mine that I can call you?"

	"Yeah. It's honiahaka."

	"I like it.  What does it mean?"

	"Small wolf."

	"That's a perfect fit for a perfect girl like you."

	"Keha is a perfect name for you.  You're big, strong, and
protective like a bear."

	"Awwww...thanks, princess.  I've got to go now, but you can go
ahead and put your purchases on the card I gave you."

	"Are you sure?"  Weston had given me an e-trade Visa card which was
linked to one of his stock accounts.  I didn't know how it worked, but
since I was busy with school and gymnastics, I didn't often have money to
spend. Weston gave it to me a few weeks after we officially became a
couple.  He wanted to make sure that I'd be able to buy myself things I
needed if my parents were out of town for work.

	"Yeah.  Then, when I get back, you can model your purchases for
me."

	"Okay, keha.  I love you."

	"Love you, honiahaka."

	I continued going down the aisles, and by the time I'd reached the
dressing rooms, I had about half a dozen dresses, and Amber had about the
same.  As I'd gone around the store, I'd also noticed that there were
underwear and nylons for sale, along with the pumps I'd noticed.  Maybe I
could get a whole outfit here.  I went into the dressing room, locking it
while images of Weston stroking his hard dick as I showed him my dress
flashed through my mind.

	The dressing room had a full length mirror, and I examined my
twelve year old body for a moment.  The slight curve to my chest, my puffy
pussy as it peeked out from between my legs.  Sighing, and wishing Weston
were home to make love to, I began pulling on the first dress I'd chosen.
This was the longest he and I had been apart.  Amber was a great friend, no
doubt about that, but she was no Weston.

	Amber and I met outside our respective changing rooms, and looked
at each other's dresses.  We walked circles around each other, looking at
each other with a critical eye.  We decided that the first dresses were too
frumpy, and agreed to change.  It wasn't until the third dress that we
realized what we'd done.

	"Is that...?" I asked.

	"I think it is," Amber said, grabbing the label of my dress to
compare it with hers.

	"Well?" I asked after a moment.

	"It is!  It's the same dress, just different colors!"

	I looked at Amber.  The dress she had on was red which was fitting
for the season, mid-thigh, snug, and the straps were an elegant floral
design.  With sequins cleverly hidden in the artistic folds, she reflected
light, and looked absolutely stunning.  I had to remember to breathe.  If
she looked beautiful in her red dress, I'm sure I looked just as beautiful
in my black dress.  She draped her arm over my shoulders, and turned us to
face the mirror in the hall.  We were almost, but not quite a matching set.
Alike, but different.  My tanned skin and dark hair went so well with the
black dress I had on.  Amber's pixie cut set her look off nicely.

	"These," we said in prefect synchronization.

	"Definitely these," I said.

	Amber and I replaced the dresses we didn't choose, and soon, we
were looking at the panty section.  There was no reason, other than we had
time to kill before the bus arrived.  Giggling, Amber held up a pair of
leopard print panties.

	"Rawr!" she growled, holding her hand up like a claw.

	"Queen of the jungle," I said, my eye falling on a dark blue pair
of Cheeky underwear.

	"Sensible, and sexy," Amber declared.  "Everything an eighth grader
needs to seduce anyone!"

	We found some sensible pumps to go with our dresses and I added in
the panties as a joke.  We headed to the cashier.  Amber protested when I
said I'd pay for her items.  I explained it was an early Christmas present,
and she had time to think of one for me if she wanted.

	As we rode the bus, Amber and I talked about if we wanted to do
anything after the dance.  We decided to keep our options open.  We agreed
to think about it.  As I got home, I carried my shopping back to my
bedroom, and unpacked it.

	When Saturday rolled around, I made sure to give myself plenty of
time to get ready.  I took a shower, and applied Nair to my pubic hair.  I
was soft and smooth and tanned.  Sitting naked in front of my mirror, I
brushed my hair.  I loved how long it was.

	I got dressed, and slowly did my hair into a bun with an elegant
braid holding it all together.  Applying makeup, I made sure that
everything was perfect.  My dad drove to Amber's house, and she climbed
into the car.  Her makeup was just as elegant.  Small, barely noticeable
cat eye makeup, lipstick, and the right amount of perfume.

	"Have a fun time, girls!" my dad called as he drove away.

	We waved as he drove off into the night.  Shivering a bit from the
chilly air, Amber led the way inside.  We got our hands stamped, and went
into the darkened gym.  Crepe streamers crisscrossed the ceiling.  Tables
laden with food and drinks were decorated to look like snowbanks.  Soft
music was playing from the speakers, the DJ was bopping around to whatever
was playing through his headphones.

	"Well, it's a dance.  Shall we?" Amber offered me her arm.

	"Why not?" I responded, taking her arm and walking onto the dance
floor.

	For a few seconds, there was a bit of confusion.  We'd done some
dancing before, and were unsure where our hands would go since we were both
girls.  Finally, we agreed to take turns on who would be leading.  Amber
led first.  Her hand was on my hip and her other hand was soft in mine. The
lights reflected our sequins, and we spun on the dance floor, having a
great time.

	Soon, we went to get refreshments.  Standing in a corner, we
munched on our cupcakes, careful not to spill crumbs.  We talked about the
various music that was played.  We talked about our classes.  We agreed to
have another cupcake since gymnastics was on hold for the holidays.  We
could afford to enjoy ourselves a bit.

	After the second cupcake, Amber and I went back to the dance floor.
This time, I had my hand on her hip, and led as we danced our way across
the floor.  We got a few jeers, jokes about being too ugly to get
boyfriends, but we kept dancing, ignoring the haters.  Amber and I were
there together.  We didn't need anyone else.  Besides, it was better to
make good and happy memories than it was to hold onto the negative ones.

	When the dance was over, Amber and I were standing outside, waiting
for my dad to come pick us up.  We were holding hands.  It felt natural
since we'd been holding onto each other all night while we danced.  I liked
how her petite hand fit snugly in mine.  Weston's hands were bigger, but
they still felt nice in my own hands.

	"I had a very good time, Dawn.  I'm glad you agreed to come with me
tonight," Amber said, interrupting my thoughts.

	"Yeah.  Me too.  I really enjoyed myself.  Well, except for the
haters.  But the good memories definitely far outweigh the bad."

	"Me too. I'm glad you didn't leave when people called us lesbians
or things like that."

	"I like being with you, Amber.  I'm very glad we met."  I turned to
face her, the moon was reflecting off her dress, creating a sort of halo
around her.  "I'm-"

	The rest of what I was going to say was cut off by Amber's lips as
they pressed against mine.  My body reacted with muscle memory, and I began
kissing her back, just like how Weston and I kissed.  A pair of heartbeats
later, my mind caught up with my body and reminded me where I was, what I
was doing, and who I was doing it with.  I pulled back from Amber, breaking
our kiss.

	"What?" she asked.

	"What..." was all I could get out.

	"I thought you..." disappointment was clearly etched in her face.

	"I...no...I mean...I" I stammered, feeling my face flush.

	"Matching dresses...and holding hands and dancing..." Amber's hands
waved uselessly in the air as we tried to get past this very awkward
moment.  "You kissed me back!"

	"I have..." I bit my tongue.  No way could I tell anyone about
being Weston's girlfriend, much less having sex with him.  He'd be in so
much trouble!

	Amber started to respond when headlights washed over us.  It was my
dad with impeccable timing.  We climbed into the backseat of the car.
Amber looked out her window.  I looked out mine.

	"Night, Amber," I said as we pulled up to her house.

	"Yeah.  Night, Dawn."  She got out, and headed inside.

	When I got home, I went to my room.  I paced the floor for a while,
looking at my dress which I had laid out on the bed.  I thought of Amber.
I thought of the fun times we had.  The happy memories.  Doing each other's
hair for gymnastic meets.  Deciding an effort should be made, I reached for
my phone to call her, but to my surprise, she called me first.

	"Hey Amber."

	"Hey Dawn."

	"Look, I..."

	"No, let me go first, please," she said.

	"Okay."

	"Look...I'm...bisexual.  That's what the flag in my room is. I know
you've been wondering.  I've known I was bi for years.  When I moved here,
I had to leave a girl I had a crush on.  When I met you, I was happy to
meet a friend.  When I learned we would be on the same gymnastics team, I
was thrilled.  None of my other friends wanted to be gymnasts.

	"I've...liked you for a long time now, and have been doing my best
to hide my feelings.  But...this dance...changed things.  When we both
liked the same dress, it seemed like destiny to me that we go beyond being
friends.  We laughed and shopped for panties like a couple would.  I
couldn't stop imagining you in your lovely blue panties."

	An image of Amber in her leopard print panties flashed through my
mind.  Sure, she had a great body, but that was due to gymnastics!  I
couldn't date a girl, could I?  Besides, I had Weston!  He was my
boyfriend!  We loved each other!  I couldn't leave Weston for Amber, even
if I liked her back.  Did I?  I wasn't sure.  Growing up was very
confusing.

	"I enjoyed the dance because I got to hold and touch you in a way
I'd been longing to for a long time.  I was lucky it was dark because I
know I got a bit wet down there, dancing with you, and I know it wasn't
sweat.

	"I wanted to say that I like you as more than a friend, but if you
don't share my feelings, I'll respect that.  Regardless of what happens, or
has happened, I hope we can at least still be friends."

	I took a deep breath.  What should I say to Amber?  What COULD I
say?  I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and I didn't want to lose the
friendship we'd been building.  I liked her.  As a friend?  As more than a
friend?  I didn't know.  How could I answer her.  I could hear her
breathing through the phone, clearly full of emotion.  I sat down, a bit
emotional myself.  I opened my mouth to speak to her.


	Well, the chapter is over.  I hope you liked it.  It was certainly
fun writing.  Stay tuned for what happens next!  Questions?  Comments?
Feel free to write fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com