Home from College_(0)

I grew up in a smaller suburb outside of San Diego in a nice neighborhood. The houses were a pretty good size, but not mansions. It was a safe neighborhood where nobody would really worry about crime or anything like that. I came from a good family – my mom and dad were still married after 25 years being together and they taught me how to be a good person and not come off as a jerk to other people in life. Aside from them, I have a younger brother. I always got along alright with him, but we weren’t incredibly close. We really had diverse interests and didn’t spend that much time hanging out because we were into such different activities. I was pretty into sports, while he was into playing guitar and things like that.

After I graduated from high school, I went off to college at CSU Long Beach, so I was a few hours away from home. My parents had given me a fair amount of freedom as I progressed through high school. They kept interested in what I did and who my friends were, but my curfew kept getting pushed later and later until finally I didn’t even have one. As a result, I didn’t go totally crazy my first night on my own. I was a bit more responsible with things since I had already been used to that freedom. While at college, I started to drink a little, something I hadn’t been into during high school at all. I got a little overboard at first, but after two years at Long Beach, I had mellowed considerably and was pretty much a social drinker at the many parties that went on. I slept with a few girls…not too many, but enough that I wasn’t desperate for sex or anything. Overall, it was a good first two years of school.

While at school, I would come back to San Diego once or twice a semester to enjoy some home cooking and do some free laundry – a much needed change from college dorm life. It was pretty great being away from home with all the freedom it afforded, but I did miss those few things that you can only get at home.

Speaking of things you can only get at home…my younger brother had a few female friends that would come around our house from time to time as I was growing up and sometimes they’d be around when I would be back on a break or long weekend from Long Beach. My brother is two years younger than I am, so he didn’t really start bringing girls around the house until he was in late middle school, which would have put me in early high school at the time.

At first, I wasn’t really interested in his little friends. He would have pool parties in our back yard and invite a bunch of different guys and girls from his middle school classes. I wasn’t really keen on the middle school girls at the time since I was in high school and was way too cool for those ‘little kids.’ But once we all got a little older and the same girls kept coming around, but now as high schoolers, I saw them in a different light.

Now that they were in high school, these girls had started to really mature and develop. Their legs got longer and smoother. Their faces started to get more definition and elegance. They really started filling out their swim suits. Their breasts went from budding little mounds to full fledged B cups in only a couple years. And speaking of swim suits…the bikinis they wore started to get smaller and skimpier as the years went on. They started out in middle school with one-piece suits or ugly tankinis or something like that. But by the time they were in the midst of high school, it seemed like there were more strings and ties than actual material!

That’s really when I started to notice my brothers little girl friends. There were a few regulars who he kept hanging out with year after year. It seemed like he had pretty particular dating habits…there were certain ones who he would date, and others who were firmly in the friend zone. After he would break up with one, it was rare that she would still come around the house. He had a habit of getting into nasty fights over breakups. After the same ones kept showing up for years, I realized that those were the ones he wasn’t going to try to date, and I’d probably keep seeing them for a few years to come. Not that those girls weren’t good looking…they were just as sexy and gorgeous as the ones my brother wanted to date. Just for some reason they weren’t his type. That was fine by me…it just meant they could keep coming by to be eye candy.

I wasn’t ever really interested in doing anything with his friends…I was just interested in looking. They were a little younger and less mature than I was. I was really more into the college girls that I met up with in Long Beach. My brother’s friends were just a good opportunity for me to look at some pretty girls trying to show off their bodies. Maybe every now and then I would talk to one or two of them just to practice flirting or something…but I wouldn’t ever dream of actually trying to hook up with one of them. It would just be weird.

The story I wanted to tell actually begins a bit later, right after my second year of school at Long Beach. Since my brother is two years younger than me, by the time I was finishing up that year, he was about to graduate from high school. I was home from college towards the beginning of that summer and had just gotten back to the house from playing some pickup soccer with some of my old high school friends who were back in town for break. When I got back to the house, I saw a bunch of cars lined up all down the street, which told me that my brother must be having another pool party. I didn’t see my parents’ cars anywhere, which must have meant that they were at work or running errands.

I was pretty sweaty and tired from being out playing soccer for a few hours, so I wanted to go straight in and take a shower. As I walked in the house and looked out the back windows, though, I saw my brother and all his guy and girl friends being typical high schoolers out by the pool. All the guys flirting and just trying to get some ass. They were making complete fools of themselves just to get a laugh out of these girls. Of course, the girls were being pretty coy. Only dishing out the right amount of attention to keep the guys coming back for more.

I looked out the windows and saw all this going on. I scanned around looking for nice looking female bodies in skimpy bikinis, and found a few. I decided that before I went to take my shower, I would go mingle for a second and try to score some food that my brother and a few other guys (who were trying to appear manly) were grilling out on our back deck. Maybe while I was out there, I would get to chat up a couple of my brother’s girl friends or something.

I walked out onto the back deck and hit my brother up for a hamburger. He gave me one, but mouthed off a little bit just to show off for his friends. I came back quickly with some equally stupid retort and then I took the burger away and walked over near the pool where most of the girls were sitting around in lounge chairs or dipping their legs into the pool while idiot high school guys wrestled in the shallow end. I ate my burger as I walked around and saw a few new faces, but mostly the same friends my brother had been having around since middle school.

As I passed near the pool, I turned my head to watch some guy do a backflip off the diving board. I was completely not looking where I was going, and I almost collided with someone.

“Oh sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I said as I turned my head back to the person I almost hit.

“Hey, no problem! I wasn’t really paying attention either,” the girl said back to me in a really cute voice.

I took a second to actually register who it was I had almost hit. I recognized her almost immediately. Her name was Shannon, and she had been coming over to our house since she was in middle school. I had known of her for about six years now through my brother, and had noticed her develop from an awkward little middle school girl to a completely gorgeous high school senior. We hadn’t ever really talked, but had just said hello to each other whenever she would come by. I hadn’t really thought too much about her before now.

She stood about five foot five, with long brown hair that went a little past her shoulders. Today it was pulled up into a pony tail. She looked like she couldn’t weigh any more than 105 pounds or so. She had nice tan skin, without being too incredibly dark. Her legs were long and smooth, her hips were curvy, and they led my eyes smoothly up to her chest, where she had perfectly round breasts hanging proudly from her chest. They looked like a C cup to me, and I could just barely see a little bit of her semi-hard nipples poking through the top of her swimsuit.

She was barefoot, and wearing nothing but the most gorgeous bikini I think I had ever seen outside of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. It was a solid black color, with strings tied off on her hips, and on the top and middle of her back. Two little triangles covered her perfect breasts, but just barely. The bottoms left very little to the imagination…two ties on the sides…and not much other material to cover anything.

“I was just coming out to grab a bite before I head in and take a shower,” I explained, still somewhat flustered at how attractive Shannon had become. “I just got back from playing some soccer with my friends,” I continued.

“I can see that,” she laughed, as I noticed her give me a quick look up and down. “Sorry I almost knocked you in the pool!” she said as we started walking our separate ways. “Maybe I’ll see you around later…” she finished as I walked out of earshot.

I finished eating my burger and went back inside. As I walked upstairs to my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive Shannon had become. I went into my room, ripped off my sweaty shirt, stripped out of my running shorts and boxers, and walked into the bathroom connected to my room.

I closed the door behind me and turned on the water. Once the water got hot enough, I opened the shower door and stepped under the hot jet. I relished the feeling of the water falling over my body, cleansing me from my afternoon’s exercise. I put some shampoo in my hair and scrubbed as my thoughts wandered back to Shannon. After the shampoo, I lathered my hands with soap and started to scrub my body.