Two Sisters and Me

Being 17 was harder than being 16. I was finishing my homework in Friday’s sixth period so I wouldn’t have to bring it home in the afternoon. I always tried to save as much free time out of school by doing all of my work quickly. Now, I’m not some bookworm, in fact, being a model student was at the back of my mind. But what were on the top of the list, was girls, mostly Anna.

That day after school, I would learn more about life and how exciting it could be, than any social studies class could teach. About five minutes before the bell went, Anna, the girl of my dreams, and shower fantasies came to me. She had smooth firm skin that meant she looked younger than she was. She had long brown hair down to her waist, and the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. She was wearing a tight, short, silk slip-dress with a floral pattern, and her legs were heaven to look at in the dark, seamed hose, and a four-inch heel. I fantasized about lifting her dress up to reveal mid-thigh stockings and, my fetish, a black garter belt.

“Hey Jack”, her smooth voice purred from a few feet away.

I barely noticed; I was too busy looking at her legs. Suddenly, staring straight into her eyes, she said “Hi” in a barely audible voice.

“Sorry, I was swimming in P.E. and I still have water in my ears,” was my response.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind, I like the attention. Anyway, I’m having trouble with the English assignment and, I kind of need your help.” She said with a smile that showed her straight and brilliantly white teeth.

My heart almost exploded with joy at that moment, she liked me, I loved her, and we were going to be spending some ‘time’ together.

“Could you come over to my place and help me?”

“Yeah, sure.” I said coolly.

When the bell rang at two o’clock – it was a half-day today – we stopped by the lockers together and dropped all of the excess stuff off. We walked for a mile, and luckily for me, she was quiet and shy too.

We went into Anna’s house, got drinks of soda, and headed upstairs to her double bed to set up the books. I thought we were alone, but after half an hour of studying, Stacie came thrashing up the stairs.

She was a mousy blonde (from her Mom’s side) with hazel eyes, and thin little legs for a high school girl, a year younger than Anna, she was sixteen. She dropped her workload off on her floor in the next room over with a giant thud and, bursting into Anna’s room, announced that she would be in the pool.

Anna and I looked at each other for a second, and then I plucked up some courage and started a conversation.