Having worked many years as a design engineer for the same company I have seen newly minted engineers come and go. Some years ago we hired a new engineer straight out of school and I'll call him Curtis. He and I hit it off really well and along the way he told me an interesting story about how he met a girl named Amy, who he eventually did marry. Without further ado I'll let Curtis tell this tale himself, but note that there is no sexual content during the time that they were under 18--I'm not saying that there is nothing, it's just that it isn't shared here.
"When I was 12 years old my mom and dad divorced and I wound up living with my dad. Those were challenging times and I focused on being a good student despite coming from a one parent home. A few years later my dad started dating a very nice lady named Valerie who had a daughter my age who I'll call Amy. After some time they moved in with us and it was like having an instant mom and sister, which does take some time to get used to. Valerie and dad eventually got married, which was OK with me because she and I hit it off right away. The situation with Amy was a bit different, however, and that's where this story gets interesting.
Things were going along fine during my senior year in high school until, that is, when Valerie and Amy moved in. Valerie was not the problem as she and my dad had their lives together, but things were very different between Amy and me. First of all I never had a sister, neither older nor younger but the change in my life occurred inside of a single day. Sure, Amy and I each had our own bedrooms, but we shared the same bathroom. This was a problem because of the amount of stuff that females feel is an absolute necessity. The list is endless with various kinds of makeup that comprise an assortment too long for most guys to even contemplate let alone comprehend, shampoo and crème rinse, tampons and pantyliners, blow dryer, vitamins, you name it. That plus I now had to think about when I needed to use the bathroom rather than just heading in there whenever I wanted.
Second, Amy was very athletic, something that I learned during the course of those first couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong, I did OK playing sports, but she was good at whatever she did. When a bunch of us decided to have a friendly softball game, Amy was the star and soon whenever the guys were picking teams, she was always first pick. At school she ran track and went out for the volleyball team. It took a few weeks, but I soon resolved myself to this whole thing. It was what it was.
During those first few weeks I was adjusting to the idea of having a sister my own age, except she really wasn't my sister. She wasn't even my stepsister because it was a matter of her mom was married to my dad and there was absolutely no genetic links. Still everyone, me included, began to think of Amy as my sister at least part of the time, which adds an interesting twist because guys can be protective of sisters and I was no exception.
My dad had a really comfy place that he built as a mancave at the back of the garage. It had a big flatscreen TV, a huge leather couch and a couple of overstuffed chairs, and a bar. I don't just mean a little cabinet with bottles of booze, but a real BAR. Yes, it was a beautiful eight foot long live edge wood slab counter with tall stools and a huge fancy mirror behind tiered rows of bottles holding bourbon, scotch, gin, rum, vodka, and even an assortment of cordials. Anyway, I was sitting there one Saturday afternoon watching a college football game enjoying the solitude when who should appear but Amy.
"Hey, this place is awesome," said a voice from the doorway as she looked around and then took in all the creature comforts that any guy might conceivably want.
"It is my favorite place bar none, but no pun intended," I replied.
Amy let out a little giggle at my unintended humor and then asked, "Are you watching the Penn State game?"
"I am. Come on and join me," I said automatically not really knowing what I would be getting myself into. Amy sat down and I could see in a matter of minutes that she was really absorbed by college football. "What other sports is this girl into?" I thought to myself.
"Did you take the SATs last the spring?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did. I want to become an engineer and hope that my math scores will allow me to get into a good college somewhere so just for insurance I'll be taking them again this fall. How about you? Are you planning to go to college?"
"I am. I have been thinking that I'd like to be a sports trainer although at one time I was thinking of sports medicine but I'm not sure I'd be able to hack all the science classes required for med school, especially stuff like organic chemistry. What kind of engineering are you thinking about?"
"I thought about civil, but lately I'm drawn to mechanical. I like conceptualizing and making things but didn't think that building structures was going to be my thing." Just then Penn State scored and Amy jumped out of her chair. I might get enthusiastic about watching a game, but this girl was over the top. Nevertheless, there was something genuine about Amy, something that I could never find in other girls.
After watching several college and professional games we began to share one anothers enthusiasm and the talk of sports soon evolved into things more personal. For example, I learned that she had never been on a date. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but my guess is that not only was she taller than most women her age but operated at let's just say a higher amperage. That was a combination that probably did not endear her to a lot of the guys.
From an appearance standpoint, Amy did not have an overwhelmingly feminine figure. She was not only tall but had practically no boobs, hips or butt to speak of. In other words she had the perfect physique of a volleyball player, which, in fact, she was. The one attribute that clearly was in her favor was her very long perfectly proportioned legs. One of my buddies described them as being so awesome in the way that they went from her feet to her ass.
Over the numerous times that we sat together watching TV, it became an evident that we both actually looked forward to not only the sports events but getting to know each other. I learned that not only had Amy not been on a real date, but as strange as it might seem she had never even kissed a guy but then again, I had never kissed a girl either. When I asked if I could kiss her, she had no objections and, in fact, we both enjoyed the experience. Nevertheless, we still felt that we were kissing siblings, which meant that it didn't seem that there were any romantic feelings that either of us managed to get from it.
