Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.
IMPORTANT!
This short story contains oral sex and some Diabetes-talk
DO NOT READ further if those things offend you, or you find the categories disliking!
I was on my way home the other night, probably halfway home when a girl on the bus started to feel sick. I saw the symptoms pretty quick, partly because I secretly looked in her direction during the trip, and partly because I saw the same signs that I have quite frequent. I (and the pretty girl on the bus), both have Type 1 Diabetes, I know now. So Hyperglycemia & Hypoglycemia i.e. high and low blood sugar is one of the common occurrences in my life. And low blood sugar was what the girl now had.
It is important to bring something to eat and drink, as well as Insulin and all the test-things, all the time. But many factors affect how it turns out from day to day. Age, for example...and she didn't look that old, maybe in high school, or just started college.
Anyway, I had Dextro Energy (Dextrose tablets) with me in my pocket, so I got up...walked up to her and offered a couple. A little cautious and suspicious, she took a few. I said she could of course keep the ones that were left. I had another package in my backpack.
I sat down across from her on the aisle seat...looking, poorly hidden, on her legs, shorts, sweater...and young sexy breasts. But mostly at her beautiful face, of course, to see that the color and energy slowly returned.
When her stop came, I asked if I should go with a bit...just in case. I didn't get an answer but got off the bus with her and kept a little behind. Felt uncomfortable walking an unfamiliar young girl home, me just over 50 and her maybe 18-19. And even more so when it was summer heat and we both wear thin sweaters and shorts. And my eyes had a little hard not to look at her young tanned complexion and the just so perfect looking breasts. Really had to think about everything that can be associated with cold showers along the way.
I escorted to the house where they lived, we didn't say anything on the way, just looked quietly at each other a couple of times and once at the nice villa, she opened the door, went in. Said thank you a little quietly and disappeared upstairs. When I turned around shortly after to leave, I heard a voice asking who I was. It was her really good-looking mother who asked the question. I told her what happened and while I was doing it, the girl from the bus reappeared. But it wasn't her, it was her twin sister. So in front of me was a sexy hot mom, and an equally sexy hot young version of the mom...freshly showered with wet hair and a little too small t-shirt. Wow, what a sight!
The mother told her to get up and not stand like that undressed in front of unknown men. The daughter looked at me one more time and then started walking slowly and a little challenging it felt like, up the stairs to the upper floor. I tried as best I could to rip my eyes off her stunning butt, panties and legs...and look the mother in the eye....I was just going to...no, now. Clear focus on the mother. With attention directed to her, she thanked me so much for what I had done.
I told her what position I was in myself, with the same troubled illness and everything that constantly needed attention...every day and every night. So I clearly knew how the daughters, and she, had it.
After I finished the sentence, things went quiet between us. When I stopped looking at my shoes and looked back into her beautiful face and eyes, I don't know if I heard what she just said. So I said, "I'm sorry I didn't get the last part."
