This is a continuation of my first story, "The Girl Down the Road." It is based on a true story, although I have elaborated to make it more entertaining.
The new term had started and I was seeing Allison a lot less. We would still spend entire weekends together, but because I only got home at about five every day and we didn’t see each other much during the week. We still managed to chat every day because I would either phone her during my lunch breaks, or she would phone me when I got home. Allison was now officially my best friend and I had never spoken to someone so often without getting irritated or bored. I had friends at college, but I never really felt completely comfortable with them. It sounds like a cliché’, but I didn’t feel like I was a part of the group, I didn't fit into any of the stereotypes; I wasn't a jock, rebel, geek or trendy. I was a loner, I spoke to my friends, but mostly just kept to myself.
I had just flopped down on my bed after having sat in traffic for what seemed like days when my phone rang. It was Allison (who I now called "Al" for short). I stretched over my chest of drawers to grab my phone and then rolled onto my back again before I answered.
"Hey Al, how you doing?"
"Hey! I'm OK, thanks. How was school?" (Al had never called it college, and I didn’t bother correcting her--and besides, it was cute.)
"It was OK. There was a fight in class today and I saw an accident on the freeway." I was kind of tired and so the usual excitement of such events was missing from my voice.
"Are you OK? What happened?" Suddenly she didn't sound relaxed anymore, I could hear the anxiety in her voice.
I explained how the fight had started and who had hit who and why, and the accident on the freeway. She calmed down again when she realised that I wasn't involved in either incident. We then traded stories for another two hours, as she told me about the friends she was making at "school" (she was taking a three month computer training course). I was relieved to hear that they were all girls. She kept me up to date with her sister’s latest parent-irritating tactics and then as if she had discovered fire, she said, "That reminds me--I was thinking about it the other day and realized you've never been to my house--well not properly anyway. Do you wanna come over tomorrow? I'll introduce you to everyone.”
She seemed excited, like she was going to reveal some amazing discovery to her family. I didn't want to disappoint her and so I said, "OK, I've got something I wanna show you anyway, but I can't stay long; I still have some work to finish for school." The truth was, I was nervous, not only because I would be meeting her parents (girls’ parents are always very wary of guys, especially me for some reason), but because only her mother was South African, and I was worried that the rest of her family wouldn't take to me as well as Allison had. "OK, are you still gonna be home alone this weekend? I asked my parents if I could stay over at your house and that’s why they wanna meet you."
Now they wanted to meet me! I could just imagine the interrogation I was going to get! They were obviously worried about letting their little girl spend an unsupervised weekend with some guy they had never met. And they were right to worry, if only they knew the things I secretly dreamed of doing with Allison. However, I was pretty sure she considered us nothing more than friends, so I wasn't going to screw it up. I was now a little worried and tried my best to hide it. We talked a bit longer and Al gave me a few tips about each family member, as she could obviously tell I was nervous and tried to put my mind at ease. Eventually, we said goodbye. Her parents were home and wouldn't be pleased with her spending hours on the phone and she wanted to go take a bath anyway.
The next day, I found myself walking down the road towards Allison’s house, still a bit nervous. I pressed the button at the gate and through the window next to the front door, I saw Al's face peep out and then smile when she saw it was me. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, not too fancy and not too casual. The gates swung open and luckily she didn't have dogs, so I started walking down the driveway towards the front door. As Al came out to meet me, she was just as beautiful as she had been the last time I had seen her. She had little butterfly clips holding her hair away from her face and her lips were shiny and pink, not an artificial pink but a nice, natural, glossy colour. The first two buttons on her shirt were left undone, exposing a little cleavage and her navy blue skirt coordinated well with her shirt. It made her look like a little business woman; she had probably dressed like that for her course.
As she kinda skipped towards me like she had skipped down to the water at beach, she had a huge smile on her face and her arms out -stretched to hug me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders and I slid mine around her waist, careful not to go too low and touch her skirt-tight bum. She giggled as she squeezed me and was obviously wearing a bra as I couldn't feel her nipples against my chest--a push up bra judging by her cleavage.
"You smell nice" I said, smiling.
"Thanks, I just washed my hair." She seemed genuinely flattered, not like the other girls I knew who thought every compliment was an attempt to get into their pants.
We walked inside and she showed me around, telling me about certain things and about photos and who the people in them were before we went to her room which she shared with her twin sister. We sat down on her bed and I was showing her an article in the magazine I had brought when her sister walked in--naked!
She had apparently just gotten out the shower and still had little droplets of water running down her arms and legs. All she had to cover herself was a towel draped around her shoulders. She looked almost identical to Al, brunette but with blond streaks in her hair, a stud in her nose and a belly ring. She was gorgeous too--bad-girl gorgeous. I remembered Al's shapely athletic figure in her bikini and her sister;s looked to be the same, only I could see on her what Al's bikini had covered. Her breasts jutted out from between the towel that hung like curtains on either side. They were beautiful, perfectly shaped, not pointy or fat or fake looking, just natural, begging to be squeezed and fondled. She had nipples to match, in perfect proportion to the size of her beasts with little jelly-tot ends. They were pink like the pink of Al's lips, but not as shiny.
My eyes wandered down her skin which was obviously still warm from the slight redness in colour and the little wisps of steam rising off her stomach. She obviously went to gym or played some kind of sport as her tummy was flat and taught. My eyes continued down past her pierced belly button expecting to find hair at any moment but they never did, as she was shaven completely, not a sign of hair in sight, just the subtle bulge of her pubic mound and the smooth folds of her fleshy pussy lips.
