All characters are over the age of 18.
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My friend Levi and I were picking up our daughters, Jennifer and Abigail, from their Wednesday night dance lessons this week, and were waiting for them out by our cars, chatting pleasantly, when a couple of adorable girls walked out of the coffee shop next door and headed for their own vehicles.
Levi had just recently moved to Stonewall from Canada with his family, and he was still getting used to the many advantages (and responsibilities) he now enjoyed as an eligible man here; and he gave me a subtle elbow and a discreet nod.
'Sheesh--check out that little pair over there,' he said with a gentlemanly chuckle. 'How nice are those legs on the blonde, eh?'
I couldn't help but laugh at the habitual hint of unrequitable longing in his tone, and I realized he'd still not yet fully grasped what it meant to be an eligible man; and his eyebrows rose in surprise as I addressed the young girls.
'Hey cuties,' I called out, causing their heads to raise in unison from their conversation like two startled young does. 'Come over here, please.'
'Yes, sir,' they said in unison, and came immediately to heel like two very well-trained girls, as Levi looked from them to me, and back again, utterly intrigued as he watched to see what I was doing.
They came abreast of us, halting together with their hands behind their backs in the basic greeting position, standing tall and straight to allow us to look their lithesome bodies up and down, and looking us politely in the eye to let us know they were ready to be good girls.
'My friend, Mr. Miller, noticed your companion has some very nice legs, and he wanted to take a closer look,' I said to the delightfully curvaceous brunette, gesturing to her friend.
The blonde blushed deeply, and bit her lip in a shy attempt to maintain her composure, evidently finding Levi's slim build, dark hair, and kind-eyed smile (which betrayed that he was far more nervous at the moment than the she was) quite appealing for her own part.
'And I happened to take quite a fancy to your impressive behind in that little skirt, dear girl, so I called you both over for a quick inspection,' I continued to the brunette. 'Levi and I both have training appointments later this evening already with other girls, so this won't take long, and you'll soon be on your way. I'm Mr. Stevenson. Have you both celebrated your Festivals?'
The girls nodded and quickly produced their ID cards, complete with the green border indicating that they were of age, and eligible for sexual lessons at nearly any time, in any place, from eligible men.
I took them both, and handed the blonde's to Levi.
She was named Mandy, and was five-foot-two and one hundred-and-ten pounds in her little white chucks, with what appeared to some very pointy nipples poking through her soft gray tummy tank where it lay snugly over her puffy, braless A-cups.
Erica, the brunette, was a few inches taller than her friend, and about twenty pounds curvier, slim-waisted with flashing dark eyes and a generous pair of breasts just barely contained in her ruffly pink cami.