When I was younger, I went to my sister's friend's wedding. She had three flower girls there; one the same age as me. After the meal, we had a dance. I asked her if she would like come outside and go for a walk in the garden and she said, "Yes, that would be nice." We went behind the bushes and started to kiss. I rubbed my hand up and down the back of her dress and she said, "That tickles." I said, "Are you wearing an underskirt?" She looked at me and said, "Yes." I said, "Can I see and feel it?" She said, "Come to the summer house." Once we got there, we went inside and she reached around the back of her dress, undid four buttons, and took it off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a full white underskirt with white panties. Her underskirt felt soft I could feel the outline of her panties. I said, "Would you like to see my privates?" She just nodded and I took down my trousers. She blushed, taking it in her soft hand. She said, "You'd better put it away." She put her dress back on and said, "We'd better not tell anyone about this." We never did, but her underskirt felt really soft.