When I was fourteen years old my best friend touched me while I was "sleeping". We were alone in his house, his mother was out and his little brother was staying at some friend´s house. I have always liked sleeping on his bed, it smelled like him and was very soft so I laid there to take a nap. Surprisingly he laid next to me (thing he never does since we were six) and decided to take a nap...or so I thought. Half an hour later I felt him move. I cracked one eye open and saw his hand moving towards my breasts (I was a cup C and since it was summer I was wearing a tank top). He slipped a hand under my boob and moved his fingers. He caressed, squeezed and touched very gently, not wanting to wake me up. I could hear his breathing turned more and more uneven. Suddenly the phone started to ring and he took his hand back. I opened my eyes just in time to watch him entering his bathroom and locking the door. I answered the phone, it was his mother calling to check on us. I could hear him moaning quietly inside the bathroom, he was touching himself and God, it was so arousing. When he returned to the bedroom he started pretending nothing had happened, but I never forgot.