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blouse. Sometimes, when she wore a regular blouse or shirt, I could
look between the buttons and catch glimpses of her bra. I tried not to
do it often, though.

Mostly, I just stole glances at her legs.

I would've tried to sneak looks at her face, too-it was a terrific face
but I could look at that without being sneaky about it.

The first afternoon out with Lee, I learned how to drive. I didn't
really need any more lessons after that. She knew it and I knew it,
but

we kept it to ourselves. Two or three times a week, for the rest of
the summer, I went over to her house and we took off in the truck.

While I drove us through towns and over back roads, we talked about all
sorts of stuff. We shared secrets, complained about my parents,
discussed our worries and our favorite movies, laughed. We laughed a
lot.

It was almost like being on a fabulous date with the most beautiful
girl in town. Almost. What made it different from a date was that I
held no hope of ever having any sexual contact with her. I mean, you
can't exactly fool around with your brother's wife. Also, she was ten
years older than me. Also, she was out of my league entirely.

All I could do was look.

Lee knew I was sneaking glances at her while I drove, but it didn't
seem to bother her. Usually, if she noticed, she didn't mention it.
Sometimes, though, she said stuff like, "Watch out, we're coming up on
a curve," or "Don't forget about the road entirely." She was always
cheerful when she said such things, but I always blushed like crazy.
I'd mutter, "I'm sorry" and she would say, "Don't worry about it. Just
don't crash."

Then one day I crashed.

For some reason, Lee wasn't wearing a bra that day. Maybe they were
all in the wash. Maybe she was too hot. Who knows? Whatever the
reason, I noticed it the moment she walked out of her house. Nothing
showed through her bright red blouse, but her breasts seemed to be
moving about more than usual. They were loose underneath the blouse,
no doubt about it.

After noticing that, I tried to keep my eyes away from her chest as
much as possible.

Maybe ten minutes later, I was driving along a narrow road through the