Judy and her sister Vicky lived next door to me when I was a teenager. They were as different as night and day. Judy was a tomboy who enjoyed all sports. Vicky was "Little Miss Priss". Judy and her cousin Cindy oftentimes played baseball, basketball and tackle football with the boys in the neighborhood. I found myself playing on the football team against her one fall weekend. Their quarterback threw a pass to her and she turned to sprint down the field. I caught up to her and reached out to tackle her. In doing so, I reached out and caught ahold of her button-front shirt, and it popped open as I brought her to the ground. As we both hit the ground, I still had a handful of her shirt in my hand, and it had pulled open to reveal her breast. She was not wearing a bra. In my effort to quickly cover her breast with the shirt I held in my hand, I accidentally...I swear...touched her breast. It was the first female breast that I had ever touched. It had an immediate effect on a certain part of my anatomy. Unhurriedly she rebuttoned her shirt and the game continued without further incident. What I remember the most about that event was how very little it seemed to bother Judy...but it had a profound effect on me for the rest of my life!
