*Editor’s Note: All Characters depicted in this story, are over the age of consent (18 years old) and are legal adults.
Chapter 1
Greg was in his second year at State when his family moved from his hometown. The economy had gone south with several companies choosing to close their plants. Greg's dad had no choice but to seek employment elsewhere. They moved to a city about 150 miles from where Greg had grown up, played football, and received his scholarship to play for State. Evergreen held a lot of memories for him. He could hear the disappointment in his dad's voice over the phone when he called to give Greg the news. As much as Greg hated to hear his family had to leave Evergreen behind -- not that much would change for Greg. But the same couldn't be said for his younger sister Sherrie. She was entering her senior year, and now she would have to graduate from a high school that would be strange to her. Greg felt bad for Sherrie, he hoped she would make the adjustment, but he knew it wouldn't be easy for her.
Sherrie was quiet -- she was the kind of girl that thrived in the shadows. She was polite, kind, and giving -- but not one to easily mingle and make new friends. Sherrie loved to read and write poetry -- she and Greg were opposites. Greg could walk into a room and become everyone's friend instantly -- but often a person would seldom notice Sherrie. It wasn't that Sherrie wasn't beautiful -- she was stunningly beautiful. She stood 5'3" with well-shaped muscular legs. Sherrie had a creamy complexion that accentuated her large greenish eyes and flaming red hair. Her lips were full and lush, and her body was curvy in all the right places. She was an extremely sexy redhead -- with a quiet gentle spirit. In Evergreen, Sherrie had a loyal set of friends who understood her and never insisted she change who she was. But in a new high school, making friends would be a challenge for Sherrie and Greg was hopeful that Sherrie would meet and make the same kind of friends she had at Evergreen.
Sherrie's love for reading and poetry was not greatly shared by most of the students she had met at Sparta High. Since Sherrie didn't share Greg's athleticism and since Greg wasn't playing for Sparta -- Sherrie spent Friday nights at home. But not going to her school’s games only isolated her more. People began to ignore her at school and treat her as if she was invisible. But being invisible was a much better option than being a target of the "mean girls" at her school. As Sherrie sat at the lunch table eating her lunch alone. The "mean girls" sat around staring at her and making up their own stories of why Sherrie sat alone during lunch. Sherrie tried to ignore their often-loud derogatory comments as well as their laughter. Sherrie felt like if she could manage to not react to their criticism and laughter -- they would eventually leave her alone and move onto the next target.
But Sherrie miscalculated their intimidation. Instead of moving on to another target -- their attacks on Sherrie only intensified. Football season had come and gone, and spring had arrived -- the season of new beginnings -- that is for everything except the continual bullying of Sherrie by the girls who had nothing else to do but ridicule her. Nothing Sherrie did could satisfy "the girls." They criticized her looks, abilities, and anything she wore. While Sherrie never showed her emotions, the effort to do so was exhausting. It was not uncommon for her to spend the first hour after school -- crying in her room. Every time Greg called home, he asked how Sherrie was doing only to have his fears for her confirmed. He felt helpless and yearned to help her but was unsure of how or what he could do about her situation. So, Greg began writing Sherrie daily letters.
Chapter Two
The first few letters Sherrie opened from Greg made her happy that her big brother would take time to write her a letter. But when the letters started arriving every day -- she found herself counting the minutes until school was out each day so she could read another letter from Greg. She decided to return the favor -- sending Greg daily letters as well. She would tell him about her day, write poems for him, and eventually started confiding in Greg about how miserable her senior year had been. Greg's letters were encouraging and reassuring. The letters had changed the entire year for Sherrie. It was as if she was no longer alone. -- but engaged in an extended conversation with her best friend. Greg had never felt closer to his sister than he did at this point. Through her letters he had come to realize just how special she was, how loving and kind she was. He had never met a girl like Sherrie and after every letter received from her, he was beginning to wonder if he ever would. Over the past few letters, the subject of the prom had come up. Sherrie had mentioned she had no plans to attend. But Greg had a different take on the prom -- she should go just to show "the girls" that she was bigger than their bullying. Sherrie confided in Greg that she had met no boys she was interested in during the school year and if she went -- she would go alone. Greg encouraged her to get the sexiest dress she could find and wear it as a statement to the girls - despite giving you their best shot - I'm still standing." Sherrie loved that idea and agreed.
Sherrie entered the prom hall in a sultry black gown that revealed her creamy shoulders. Her beautiful red hair was swept back on one side and teased the top of the low back on the dress from behind. Her lipstick was a dark red that complimented her complexion and eyes. The plunging neckline revealed two well rounded mounds of flesh -- decorated by freckles scattered over her shoulders and chests. More than a few of the "girls" dates did a double take at Sherrie as she entered the room. "The girls" couldn't help but notice their date’s reaction to Sherrie and the heat reached scorching temps on their jealousy meter. Sherrie helped herself to a cup of punch and stood quietly to the side of the dance floor. It was then "the girls" decided to launch a full-frontal attack on Sherrie.
"Where's your date?"
"Who did your hair -- a magician?"
"How long did it take to achieve this look?" The barrage of insults were making Sherrie rethink the wisdom of Greg's advice.
"What's the matter couldn't find any takers to bring you to the prom on Craig's List?"
The tears were beginning to form in Sherrie's eyes, and she was just seconds away from walking out the door, when suddenly there was a voice from behind her.
"There you are!" It was a voice she recognized instantly -- it was Greg.
She looked up and there stood Greg with his athletic build perfectly framed by the tuxedo he was wearing. His deep brown eyes, sparkled with confidence, his dark skin and hair made him ruggedly handsome. It's difficult to determine who was more startled at the moment, Sherrie or "the girls." But nothing could prepare them or Sherrie for what happened next.
Greg slipped his arm around Sherrie's waist, and looked in her eyes,
"I'm sorry I'm late sweetheart," and proceeded to plant a lengthy kiss on Sherrie's lips.
Greg found himself marveling at the softness and fullness of Sherrie's lips. Sherrie found herself floating and wondering if she would continue to breathe as their tender kiss finally concluded.
