Free Cailín (Lass) (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett

me, I halted in satisfying shock at
the first sight of me own nakedness before a mirror.  Not any idea had I of how
me own form did appear.
    That is
when I noticed Deirdre looking over at me, her face struck in awe.  Directly, I
clutched me arms over me breasts stooping over to hide meself much as I could. 
    “Oh,
Aislinn . . .” she cooed to me softly, “it is not necessary that you cover
yourself.   Lasses we both be.  And moreover, you be utterly beautiful!”
    I
wondered whether she was simply being kind, or if she might have truly meant
it.  Fer Deirdre to think someone other than herself beautiful was quite
something, indeed! 
    Gradually,
I did stand upright and unwrapped me arms from me chest.  Once again, her eyes
widened in amazement as once more she looked upon me blooming breasts.  Gripped
by self-consciousness, I moved to cover meself again, when Deirdre exclaimed, “Please,
Aislinn!  Do let me look upon you without shame.  You be undeniably exquisite
to behold.”
    Not a
word could I speak, so I simply stood there delighted while she looked upon
me.  Once I overcame that initial embarrassment, I did rather pleasure in it,
the novel gratification of having another’s eyes browsing over me form fondly. 
Never a thought had I given to me figure: how it did appear, or that others
might find pleasure from it.
    Deirdre
continued viewing me, her eyes affixed predominantly to me breasts.  In her
eyes, there be an expression I could not identify, except that it resembled the
glazed, coveting look I had once seen in her when she spotted a beautiful new
dress she had to possess.  And as with that dress, she appeared as though she
had some inclination to feel of them. 
    What an
interesting notion . 
    Finally
she spoke, her voice full of admiration.  “Why, your breasts are even grander
than mine!  I had not the slightest idea with the awful slack fitting garb you
shroud yourself in!  Quite remarkable that be, considering you are two years
younger than I!”
    To that,
still I did not know how to respond.  Never before had I discoursed over me breasts with anyone.  I suppose I had realised they had enlarged, yet I did not
care to take much notice of it, except when their unavoidable bouncing
aggravated me as I ran through the fields.
    Finally,
without knowing what else to say, I apologised.  “Sorry I be, Deirdre.  Surely,
yours be beautiful, as well.”  Suddenly I found meself wondering if she would
insist upon showing me hers now, in comparison or such.  Not sure I be just how
I felt about that.  Neither had I beheld another’s nakedness.
    While
pondering the idea of that, she spoke again.  “Not to be sorry at all, Aislinn.
 It is most fortunate you are, to have such a blessing.  Most beneficial they
will be in capturing the attention of your lad.”  Deirdre winked at me and I
flushed with embarrassment.  “We must find you garments that will
accentuate them!”  She paused a moment lifting her hand to her chin and
scrunching up her face as she gazed off.  “A proper corset you are in need of,
to give them lift.”
    I
simply looked at her bewildered, this term altogether new to me.  Amused by me
naivety, Deirdre pulled down the top of her dress to flash me a piece of the
undergarment she wore.
    “Oh, I
see,” I muttered indifferently.
    She
debated over something, at last declaring, “Of course, mine will never fit you.”  
Her eyes glazed over again, apparently at the idea of me bounteous breasts.  Deirdre
paused as she regarded them again, this time looking as if she were particularly
thirsty.
    How
very odd she behaves . . .
    Tugging
herself out of her apparent trance, Deirdre went on to say, “We will have to
sneak into my mother’s bureau and snatch one of hers.”
    “We
cannot pilfer yer mother’s undergarments!” I protested in shock.
    “Oh,
she shall never be the wiser!  And besides, so many pieces has she, it will only
be to her advantage to skim down the