(Don't worry, Sara and Rachel are 18 when the serious stuff starts.)
SARA
My married name is Sara Louise Talbot. I was born and raised in the Chicago suburb of Oak Park and have an older sister by the name of Elizabeth (Beth). At 27, I am 5'6" tall with chestnut hair and a slender well conditioned body. When I look in the mirror I see a pleasantly attractive but not strikingly beautiful woman. Physically I suppose my best features are my breasts. I am not a DD cow. Rather, my girls are a strong B cup and are nicely proportionate to the rest of my body. My nips are rosy pink and cutely point up and slightly out to the sides when I let them breath.
My parents were and still are solidly middle class and rigidly conservative in everything of a social or religious nature. This figures heavily in my story and adolescence. When I was 14 and my sister was a 17 yr old junior, she was dating a really cute senior by the name of Joe Benson. No one would tell me what was going on but in the late Spring lots of doors got slammed, tears were shed, doctors visited and angry silences were endured. Then one day Mother and Beth departed for parts unknown and Dad sat me down for a talk at the Kitchen table.
It seems that Beth had violated the moral codes of my parents and had let Joe have unprotected sex with her and was now five months pregnant. She was being sent to a wayward girls home where she would have the baby and sign the child away for adoption. With luck she would then be readmitted to High School to finish out her senior year. However, if her attitude failed to improve she would not be readmitted into the family. Wow! Like most younger sisters I spent most of my time fighting with my older sibling but deep down I loved her and thought she was really getting shafted. I however kept my mouth shut and vowed to be the "good" daughter and to avoid the moral wrath of my parents. This proved to be easier than I imagined because Beth refused to give up her baby, told my parents to "fuck off" and moved to Wisconsin to live with a distant uncle and aunt who took her in.
I was now the only daughter and was basically kept away from boys till my 17th birthday and only then under the strictest of supervision. Beth's name was never mentioned by my folks and the only contact I had with her was through occasional clandestine mail channeled via my grandparents. Both my parents relentlessly harped on keeping me pure and innocent unlike my "whore of a sister."
My luck finally started to change the spring of my senior year. Earlier that year we had gotten a new minister in our church and he just happened to have a son who was in my class. His name was Eric Hansen and he was an absolute dreamboat. In public he was a holy scripture dropping respectful parent charmer. In private he was a smoking, drinking, pervert. He was absolutely trusted by all the parents and fought over by the church going girls of all ages. Eric was really really slick. and for some reason he decided to try to date me, the undateable virgin princess. I guess he took me on as a special challenge or maybe a bet.
One Sunday afternoon he called my Father and asked if he could come over to the house to discuss an important matter. Fifteen minutes later he was on the porch ringing the bell with a bouquet of flowers for my Mother, a White Rose for me (get it PURITY) and for Dad he had twenty minutes of enlightened insight into his father's rousing sermon that morning. By the time he was done they were not just eating out of his hand but begging to lick up the crumbs and polish his halo. When he finally got around to the real reason for his visit, asking me to attend the Prom, they of course said yes.
Eric was the quintessential double face. To the adult world he was seen as just one step below sainthood. He was famous for answering adult questions by flipping open the dog eared bible he always carried and quoting some obscure psalm. He would then bless the brother or sister and go about his business while leaving them scratching their heads as to the meaning of what he just quoted.
To the girls of my high school he was the most wanted bad boy and I had him. How I kept him happy with a smile on his face while remaining a virgin is not for these pages. The only thing that did come between us was that we were enrolled in different colleges. He went off to Purdue and nailed more than his share of the freshmen girls while I pined away at the U celibate
The fact that Eric and I went to different colleges was the downfall of our relationship. Quite simply, he needed that constant attention that I had provided and he more than found it at Purdue. While I was being faithful at U of I, he was fucking his way through the eligible females of the freshman class at Lafayette. He was good at hiding his indiscretions when I came to visit but by Christmas I knew we were done. Surprisingly our breakup was not nasty but it was sad. I missed the closeness, companionship and sexual attention but most of all little Eric. Long after I stopped even thinking about my ex, I dreamt about his cock. Little Eric became this disembodied sexual image in my dreams that floated in and out of my subconscious.
I returned to school in Champaign in January on a mission to accomplish two things. The first was to get serious about my studies and the second was to find a new and perhaps healthier love interest. I accomplished the first objective but failed in the second. Summer between my first and second years at college was boring but I took extra shifts at the municipal pool as a life guard and finished the summer with a terrific tan.
