Kimmibegood, I tried to leave this comment on your Fucking Blind story but it was too long.
Fantastic story! When I was very young, my cousins in Missouri took me to a haunted house put on by their high school or church or whatever. It was probably lame, but I was young enough to be scared…and old enough to appreciate one thing: in one room, a coffin was propped against a wall and when we walked through, a girl painted up like a vampire sprang out of it and wrapped her arms around me. I was TERRIFIED…but my siblings and cousins were even more scared and bolted into the next room while the vampire dragged me into her coffin. “Shh, be cool. You’re OK. I’m not gonna hurt you.” she said and pulled the lid shut on us to wait for whatever signal would mean another party was coming through the room. I was only 10 or 11, so she was way taller than me and I could feel her breasts against the back of my neck. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I had ever been close to a girl’s breasts. As I write this, 40+ years later, I still feel them on my neck and shoulders. I may have been terrified when she dragged me in, but in the minute or two that passed in that coffin, I decided I didn’t want to leave. When the next group of kids came through, she pushed me out of the coffin at the screaming kids and closed the lid again. I stood there alone for a few seconds, then followed them out. I looked dazed when I got outside to my family. They were so apologetic. Even though I told them what happened, I didn’t know how to tell them what HAPPENED. They thought I was traumatized.
I had discovered boobs.
Anyway, I loved this story and love that it dredged up that memory for me. Great storytelling!