Chris and Antonia
Alyson burst into my dorm room one Saturday during the start of our junior year of college.
"Chris, you need to come to today's soccer match!" She said.
Alyson, or Aly for short, is my twin sister and lived in the same dorm as me during college. She was a resident assistant on the women's third floor while I was the RA on the fourth floor for the men's floor.
Alyson is attractive with the girl next door look. At five foot ten inches, she is tall and lean. Dirty blonde hair with brown eyes and small B-cup breasts that rarely require her to wear a bra, so she seldom does. She has a flat washboard stomach and toned athletic legs from playing volleyball all of her life, which earned her a partial scholarship in college.
The nice thing about being an RA was we each had a private room and no roommate.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in my room naked when Alyson burst in. I immediately reached for my towel to cover up.
"Oh please, it's not I like haven't seen you naked before," Alyson said as she sat down at my desk.
She wasn't wrong about that. Alyson wasn't just my twin sister; she was my best friend. We had skinny-dipped together many times while growing up. So, she was correct in saying she had seen me naked many times. Being that Aly was both my twin sister and best friend, we know everything about each other, we have no secrets that I know of. I knew about her first kiss with Scott Ryder in seventh grade, the first time she let a boy feel her up, or the first time she gave Scott a hand job in our backyard while Mom and Dad were having dinner with his parents.
In turn, she knew about my first kiss with Kelly Walker, the first time I touched her boobs, and when I fingered her vagina.
We knew the exact day each of us lost our virginity, we had no secrets from each other.
We told each other everything growing up and it hadn't stopped just because we were in college now.
"Aly, I can't, I have practice from ten to one today, you know that," I said.
Alyson and I ended up at the same college partially because we both got scholarships to the same school. Alyson had a partial academic and athletic scholarship and I received a baseball scholarship. But truth be told we would have gone to the same school regardless of the scholarships.
"The game starts at one, you can come right after practice. Please?" Alyson said almost begging me.
Something was up.
"Ok, I will try, but no promises," I said.
"Karen will be there. I know you like her and she's easy. You're sure to get laid. When's the last time you got laid?" Alyson asked.
I gave her a look because she knew exactly when the last time I got laid was, she also knew I had no interest in Karen. Not that Karen wasn't a very attractive girl, just not my type. She was a fiery redhead that always seemed to be the center of attention for one reason or another and not always in a good way.
"I will try, ok? Now get out of here and let me get dressed," I said.
Alyson was buzzing about something. She was acting strange.
Alyson was more athletic than me physically, but her drive was focused on schoolwork and becoming a doctor. She wanted to be a doctor ever since I could remember. She used her athletic gifts to get into college along with her top-of-the-class grades. Her athletic ability earned her a partial athletic scholarship for the women's Volleyball team. At five foot ten inches, she was highly recruited by several D1 schools and had her choice.
When I was offered a baseball scholarship to one of the schools recruiting Alyson, the choice was easy. We were going to the same school.
Making it to the Major Leagues was my dream, like so many other kids when they fell in love with the game of baseball. I had a good freshman year and an even better sophomore year and was on track to get drafted. As a left-handed pitcher with a ninety-eight-mile-an-hour fastball and a filthy slider, I was getting a lot of attention from pro scouts. I honestly didn't have any interest in a girlfriend or hooking up with Karen, even if just for one night. There are always strings with hookups, even when it is supposed to be a one-time thing.
I finished up practice and headed over to the soccer field just as the first half ended.
I found Alyson sitting in the second row with a very attractive young woman. My first thought was 'Oh shit Aly is trying to set me up with this girl.'
Alyson didn't see me and I watched as she turned and kissed the pretty young woman. It wasn't a quick little friendly kiss either. It lingered and they were holding hands, these two were there on a date.
No wonder she was acting so weird. She was nervous about telling me she was dating this woman. Growing up, Alyson had never been shy about being attracted to girls. I even knew about the first girl she made out with in high school. But judging by the look on her face when she looked at this girl sitting next to her, she was seriously attracted to her.
I walked up and when Alyson saw me, she turned red, which was something I had never seen her do before. Alyson was a very confident person and nothing shook her. But she was clearly nervous about introducing me to her girlfriend.
Aly had once asked me a long time ago what I thought of her dating a girl. I told her I just wanted her to be happy and if it was with a woman, so be it.
Alyson is very outgoing, so seeing her blush and visibly nervous was surprising.
"Hey Aly," I said as I walked up.
Holding onto the woman's hand Alyson said, "Chris this is Gabriella."
Gabriella stood up and shook my hand and said, "Please call me Gabby. It is nice to meet you finally. I have heard so much about Alyson's big brother."
I looked at Alyson and she had turned another shade of red. I wondered if she had told Gabriella everything about us.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you Gabby, especially since it is making Aly here so nervous. Doesn't red suit her?" I said with a laugh just as Aly punched me in the arm.
"Hey, that's my pitching arm. So, how's the game going?" I said acting like it hurt.
"We are losing as usual. Down two to zip and it isn't that close," Gabriella said.
Just then the teams came out on the field and Alyson pulled me down to the bench to sit next to her. I had several questions for her but as the team came out on the field a slender brunette caught my eye. I thought I knew all the girls on the team, but I didn't recognize this new brunette.
Tall and lean with her long jet-black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Even from the ten or fifteen yards away from the field, I could tell she was attractive.
I leaned into Alyson and said, "Who's number twenty-four? She's new."
Alyson looked at me like I was a Martian. She knew my focus was on baseball and hadn't heard me ask about a girl since high school. So asking about a girl on the soccer team caught her off guard.
