Legal: Don't be concerned and don't be afraid, the cast is over 18 and most will get laid.
This is my first attempt at writing so take it easy on the new guy. I would, however, really like your feedback.
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The bell rang and I was gone. My last high school class was over. I ran out and jumped into my Triumph Spitfire and raced home. I was feeling great.
I got home about 4 and there was my sister's car in front of the house. I went in to greet her and talk to her she liked her first year at Texas A&M. I hadn't seen her for months.
When I came in the door she looked at me and yelled, "Mom! Get pimple face out of here. Mom, my potluck is coming over tonight and I don't want my stupid brother bothering us."
"I'll leave you guys alone," I said as I headed upstairs to my room. Her attitude had not changed and I still didn't know what I did to piss her off.
Mom followed me up the steps and then into my room. "Tom, Effy needs her space tonight. She hasn't seen her old high school potluck group for a year. Please give her some space."
"Okay, mom, I'll just play around on the computer and watch a little 'Moonlighting' on YouTube... Mom? Why does she hate me so much? She used to be so great.
"Oh, she's just nervous about tonight. She may not have noticed, but you haven't had a pimple in years and she probable didn't even notice that you've been working out. You two used to be so close."
My mind was elsewhere as I read the headlines on Drudge. I remembered when we were in grade school, Darrel Potter, the local tough kid, was picking on her... pushing her down and was stomping on notebook and scattering her papers. I had always steered away from Darrel. He lived over by the cemetery in a poor neighborhood. Tough family, tough kid, but something kicked in me. I was several houses away when I saw them. My blood was boiling.
I ran as fast as I could and hit him like a linebacker hitting a hated quarterback. I flattened him onto his back. I sat on his chest with my hands squeezing his throat. "Don't ever mess with my sister!" I threatened to smash his head on the sidewalk. His eyes bugged out and he said, "Okay, okay, I was just kidding." He got on his bike and went away looking back to see if I was following him.
The doorbell rang. The girls were arriving each one with a food dish. They were squealing and laughing. Eff has a great bunch of old friends. Then I heard Cindy's sweet voice. She was my sister's age, 19, a year older than me. I never had the guts to ask her out. Effy would kill me if I dated her best friend.
I watched an old episode of 'Moonlighting', the one where they did a takeoff on "Taming of the Shrew." There was just something about David and Mattie like Shawn and Juliet. After a bit I decided to take a bath and unwind.
I was lying back in the tub enjoying my thoughts about the old TV show I just watched and how modern music mixed with classic lines and two people working so close together who ... There was a light knock at the door. The door was locked.
"Tom, Tom, is that you in there? This is Cindy. I just wanted to let you know that Effy is letting me stay here tonight. Nancy and I saw you the other day. We were at the gas station when you drove by in your car. We just wanted to say hi."
"CINDY!" It was my sister raising her voice at Cindy. "Don't even bother peeking at him. He has a tiny dick. Don't bother with that small dick loser." My heart sank.
"Gotta go, Tom. Hopefully I'll see you later. Nancy says hello, too." Cindy said as her voice trailed off as she went back downstairs following Effy.
I may not have much to show in the shower, but when it is up, it's a thick 7 inches, average, maybe a little better. It hurt as much that my sister thought it was small as it did that she told Cindy that.
My sis and Cindy have been best friends for a long time. We call my sister Effy, Eff for short, because she looks like Effy Stonum from Skins, the British TV series. Yeah, she really is hot... Beautiful.
Cindy is a different story. She always dresses in frumpy clothes, wears awful shoes, drives a crap car and wears cats-eye shaped glasses right out of the 1950's.
It isn't her fault. Her parents are very strict. They don't let her out of the house except to see Effy or go to church or school. When ya look closely at Cindy, you see her beautiful blond hair in an old-fashioned hairdo, then her flawless porcelain skin and if you look closely through those thick glasses, you see beautiful light blue eyes. To me she is Grace Kelly in disguise. Who cares, she is probably the nicest person I ever met.
I doubt she's ever had a boyfriend and probably never been kissed.
Effy, on the other hand is no virgin. My bedroom and hers have a common wall. One day I heard her idiot of a boyfriend, Steve, with her in her room. Effy was talking loudly, "Steve, okay, take it easy," Then, "Oww, Shit! Jesus, stop. You just plowed in there! Damn, get out. Out!!." Steve was gone. That's about the time she started hating me.
The potluck was over. The dishes stopped rattling. The other girls were gone. Eff and Cindy had come upstairs to Effy's room. I heard a little of what Cindy was saying. "Eff, can you lay off Tom a little, I really like him. Nancy wants to jump him she told me. She wanted to sneak into his room upstairs. I think she's in heat." Then I heard Cindy laughing at what she was saying. I didn't hear anything out of Effy.
I watched an early episode of "Deadwood" then went to bed. The first year of 'Deadwood" was gold. Keith Carradine as Wild Bill Hickock was perfect. All of Deadwood was good, but that first year was fantastic.
I don't know what time it was, but in the middle of the night I got up to drain the main vein. I walked down the hall into the bathroom half asleep. I didn't see Cindy sitting on the can until I was almost right in front of her digging my dick out of my grundys. (Readers... Grundys is the term I often use for underwear. I dated this girl who lived in Grundy City, Iowa...State champion tennis player. Her dad worked at the Fruit of the Loom factory in Grundy Center. Grundys. It just sounds right. Sorry about that... I interrupted my story right as it was getting interesting.)
"Oh, Cindy... Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were in here." I had to let her know that it was an accident... That I wasn't perving on her. I turned to leave.
Cindy softly grabbed my hand, "Wait ... hold on, Tom," she said. "It's dark in here and I'm just peeing and I wanted to talk to you anyway." It was too dark to see much, but I could hear her peeing and I kinda saw her wipe, pull up her PJ's and stand up.
She wrapped her arms around me. "Do you like me, Tom? I mean, I don't expect you to, but do you?"
I spoke plainly and slowly, "Like you? If you only knew. Cindy, you are my dream girl. I mean that literally. I dream about you and have for a long time. I look at you and think you'd never go out with me. I think about you when... You know, when ..."
"That's funny," she said looking down with a smirk. "I think about you then, too."
"Yeah, but Effy." It hit me... I gotta pee. I could get embarrassed if I peed myself now. Cindy, Cindy...ya know I came in here for a reason... I gotta go."
Cindy flipped on the light. Then, looking down shyly, she turned her head, smiled and said, "Well, Tom, you just saw me peeing. Right?"