School Secrets
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I arrived at her new apartment, wine in hand. I knocked and the door was opened by a stunningly beautiful young teenager. I started to apologize for disturbing her having, obviously, knocked on the wrong door, when I heard a very familiar voice telling me to enter. "Now, what the hell?" I thought.
Michelle came out from the kitchen, looking radiant, threw her arms around my neck and held me very close.
"How do you like my surprise?" She introduced me to her younger sister, Sarah, who was also visiting for the weekend.
"Sarah is celebrating her eighteenth birthday this weekend, and I thought it would be fun if she shared it with us, so I invited her to come in."
Sarah was a little taller than Michelle, and her facial appearance was just a little softer than her older sister's as well. This may have been an age thing, I don't know. Her hair had the same deep walnut tone, and reached well below her shoulders.
"Spin around, Sarah, and let him look at you," Michelle directed. I heard an alarm bell go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but ignored it. What a strange thing for one woman to say about another.
Sarah was wearing a silk blouse that was obviously top quality, very shear, pale blue, and devoid of excess material. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came with no unnecessary material; she appeared to be poured into them. Her ass was a thing of beauty — firm, tight, and small. As she slowly turned around to face me, the sheerness of her blouse came into play and I saw two very firm, nicely pointed breasts with clearly defined areola staring out at me.
I am afraid I dallied a bit too long in examining them because the ever observant Michelle said, "Yes, she has been blessed with a chest that I missed out on. Isn't she beautiful?"
I am told that we all learn from the mistakes of our youth. Having fallen into that trap many years ago, I wisely responded, "You are both beautiful in your own ways." That brought a hug and a kiss from both girls. (Another alarm bell was ringing somewhere.)
I opened the wine and we drank most of the first bottle before dinner. I told them all about my three week trip to the west coast, the ups and downs of that type of journey and then asked Sarah if she would tell me about herself. She went on to relate how, ever since eighth grade, the boys in her school had been pawing at her body, trying to squeeze her breasts, rubbing her bottom whenever they were behind her in the hallway, and generally acting as pigs whenever they could. As with Michelle, she had not been allowed to date until she was sixteen, but then was overwhelmed with boys asking her out to the movies and more, every weekend. By the time her senior year began, she guessed that her breasts had been felt by every boy in school, and her hand had slapped the cheek of those same boys, each and every time. She was so tired of fighting them off that she refused to date anyone else in her school.
Sarah's story was constantly interrupted by her sister wanting to know the who's and what's of almost every date. We adjourned to the sofa and chair in the living room, and were putting a serious dent in our third bottle of wine. Sarah and I were on the sofa, Michelle in a chair opposite us. As Sarah began to speak again, Michelle interrupted her and said, "And that brings us to why she's here this weekend."
"I thought we are celebrating her birthday."
"We are," she continued, "but that isn't for several weeks yet. We have talked by phone every night since I moved in here, and I have told her all about you, and I mean ALL about you. (The alarm bell was ringing again; a little louder and clearer this time.) I told her how you have taught me so much about sex, and how you have made me, allowed me, whatever, to feel like a total woman, and about all the things we have done in bed together." (There is no bell in the world that could ring as loud as the one in my head was ringing now.)
Without even pausing to breathe, she added, "And she said that she wished that she had someone who would teach her all the same things and be kind and gentle and not paw all over her. So I told her that I would ask you if you would teach her as you did me."
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