Sandra is a twenty-year-old young woman that has lived with her father for the past fifteen years. Her parents had divorced when she was five. Her mom went to live in Europe and only visited her three times. Being the only girl of a mechanic she grew up a tomboy. She is five foot six inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds.
She generally wore the tightest sports bra she could over her B-cup chest. She never wore women's panties, because she thought they were too feminine, instead she would wear boxer-briefs. She then would place a plain t-shirt of any color on top and either a pair of jeans, if she were going to work, or bib overalls, when she was off. Also if she were going to work she would pull on her coveralls. Her job was a mechanic at her dad's garage. Her feet were always in a pair of steel-toed boots. She wore her black hair close to her head.
The only times she is naked is when she sleeps and showers. One day when she was seventeen her dad walked in on her to wake her for school and found her that way. She got pissed at him and to appease her he traded rooms with her. So now she is naked for about thirty minutes of her waking day between waking, showering and getting ready for bed.
Her days off from the garage were Mondays and Tuesdays. Every Monday she would go get groceries for the week and Tuesdays were for washing clothes. She never had any real friends except for the guys at the garage, who were more good acquaintances than friends.
One particular Monday she went about her day like every other Monday. Upon getting back home from the grocery store she noticed a U-haul parked in front of the house next door. She knew every one on the street, because she talked them all into taking their vehicles to her dad's garage. She told herself that after the groceries were put away she would go introduce herself, pitch the garage and offer to help with the moving in.
About half an hour later she exited her house and headed over. She walked to the back of the truck to see if anyone was there. Heading down the loading plank was a young woman. She was wearing a sports bra, a pair of short jogging shorts, and tennis shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and she had Oakley sunglasses covering her eyes. The ponytail reached the middle of Jill's back.
When she got to the ground Sandra saw that this woman stood about an inch or two taller her. The blonde was trim and fit. She had the classic hourglass body. When she smiled, as she did upon seeing Sandra, she showed white straight teeth. Even though the dark glasses hid her eyes, Sandra could tell that the smile showed in her eyes.
"Hi, I'm Sandra. I'm your new neighbor. I live over there with my dad," Sandra blurted pointing out her house. For some reason she felt mesmerized by this woman.
"Hi, I'm Jill. My sister and I are moving in here. Her name is Jac," responded the blonde as she reached out her right hand around the box. As Sandra shook Jill's hand she sniggered. "I know. Our parents had a bad sense of humor." Jill started to laugh.
"Why are you standing there laughing, Jilly Bean?" came a call from the front of the house. Coming down the drive was a young woman about the same height as Jill with the same complexion and hair color. Sandra could not be sure, but she thought the two of them were identical aside from superficial things such as hairstyle. Jac's hair was shoulder length and held back with a headband. She was wearing baggy knee-length shorts and a thin blue tank top over a sports bra that was already showing sweat marks. She too was wearing Oakley sunglasses and tennis shoes.
"I just introduced us to our neighbor here. Jac, this is Sandra," introduced Jill as she walked up to the truck.
"Hi, Jac," said Sandra, fighting the need to laugh. Jac and Jill laughed at what she said which caused her to finally break. They laughed for about ten seconds.
"Do you need any help with all this stuff?" asked Sandra, indicating the three-fourths full truck.
"It would be a help. But you may want to change into something a little lighter. I heard it's supposed to get into the hundreds today and I don't want you to have any problems, like heat stroke," replied Jill.
"This is all I ever wear," stated Sandra matter-of-factly.
"Still I wouldn't want a new friend to get herself hurt on the day we meet. I think there are some clothes in the house that would fit you. One question though, what size shoe do you wear?" said Jill with a smile. Jac had already grabbed the box out of Jill's hands and taken it into the house.
"I'm an eight and a half."
"So am I. What a coincidence. Grab something and we'll go in. That way Jac won't get ticked that we aren't working," said Jill in almost a whisper. Sandra nodded. She was of two minds: one was enthralled with the aura of this woman and the other was thinking this woman was crazy. The enthralled part was winning.
They climbed into the truck and each grabbed a box. Leaving the truck they walked up the driveway and into the house. This house had the same floor plan as her house, just mirrored. From the entrance there was a small foyer. To the left of the foyer was the living room and to the right was the hall to the bedrooms. They turned into the hall and headed to the back of the house and the master bedroom. They passed the other two bedrooms. The front one already had a bed leaning against the wall and the second had two desks against the back wall of the room. Jac was shifting boxes in the front room when they entered.
They entered the master bedroom and Jill set her box on top of the dresser already in the room then took Sandra's and did the same, then the sunglasses followed. Sandra wandered into the bathroom while Jill started digging in a drawer of the dresser. The bathroom was cramped with the three boxes in it. There was a pink shower curtain already hanging on the shower rod. Within short order Jill called, "Got it."
Sandra walked back into the bedroom to find Jill on the opposite side of the room from where she was when Sandra went into the bathroom. Jill had a pair of black shorts similar to the ones she wore and a pair of tennis shoes in her hands. In the shoes was a pair of ankle socks.
"How is it that you live in California and you don't own a pair of shorts?" Jill said tossing the shorts at Sandra, who caught them easily, then set them on the floor.
"Never did. My dad hasn't owned a pair of shorts in the last ten years. Or at least he hasn't worn a pair shorts that long. I know cause I've done the laundry that long," said Sandra. She sat down and started untying her boots. "How are you two able to purchase this house? Or do I have it wrong and you are just renting?" She tugged off both boots and quickly took off her socks stuffing them into the boots. She then set the boots next to the wall.
"We are the owners. Our parents are both real estate agents. For our twentieth birthday - I forgot to mention that Jac and I are identical twins. Generally people can see it, but with her new hairstyle it's hard to see in the sun - they asked us what we would like. We looked at each other then turned to them and said 'A house.' They agreed. The three of us, my parents and me - I'm a real estate agent, too - searched for more than a year. I was the one that found this house. Jac and I fell in love with it. Our parents got the ball rolling with the down payment and running escrow. Jac and I are to make the monthly payments. We've only had the house for a couple weeks and already we've paid three months worth of payments," Jill beamed. Sandra had popped the clasps on the overalls and let it hang while Jill was talking. She got nervous and the part of her that thought that Jill was crazy moved to the forefront. Jill stepped up to Sandra and calmly said, "I'm about to leave. I just want to make sure the shorts fit before I do. Besides it's not like you don't have anything I don't." She winked her right eye. Sandra was pulled into Jill's pools of hazel. The enthralled mind stepped forward again and Sandra's pants hit the floor. Her gray mid-length boxer-briefs were exposed to Jill.
"The shorts should fit perfectly, but you can't go walking around in those with these shorts on. They would be visible. We would love your help but I'm not going to be known as a person that either hurt those that help or caused a fashion faux pas. Those have to go," stated Jill like a lecturer. To demonstrate Jill maneuvered Sandra in front of the full length mirror that was on the back of the bedroom door, stepped behind and held the shorts at Sandra's waist. "Also why don't you lose the shirt, too. It will be cooler. That is if you are wearing something other than a lacy bra."
"I'm wearing a sports bra," said Sandra blushing deeply. "They're all I own."
"OK. Well I'll leave you to change. When I come back I'll bring some suntan lotion since you're so pale," said Jill calm and quiet. She left the room closing the door behind her.
Sandra took a deep breath and tried to figure out what was happening. She thought about how she normally acted then about how she was acting now. As she was reaching for her pants to put them back on she thought of Jill, about the way Jill moved gracefully, about the 'acres' of smooth tan skin she was showing and that made her happy.
Sandra had never really thought about her sexual preferences. She never went to bars or clubs and she only saw movies that had big names, like Pirates of the Caribbean. She went to these movies to see the action and to try and figure out how the engineers did their work in the movie.
She was drawn to both Jac and Jill, especially now that she knew they were identical twins, but Jill mostly because Jill is the one she has been interacting with mostly. She liked both of them because of how at ease they seemed. They were willing to have a complete stranger help them move in. But then 'A stranger is a friend you haven't met'.
