I've been very close to my identical twin sister, Lisa for my entire life. As children we were inseparable. We did everything together, dressed alike, had the same friends, took the same classes in school and had the same interests. We're twenty four years old now and nobody can tell us apart, not even our husbands.
We're exact mirror images of each other. Both standing five feet four inches tall, perky 34C's, both of us weighing 115 pounds with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Some of our friends call us the Barbie twins. Our mannerisms are even the same. We walk the same way, our voices are identical and our every movement is almost exactly the same. We are truly identical in almost every way.
My name is Heather and I'm the naughty sister with Lisa always being a very proper, upscale lady. Maybe she had the same naughty ideas and thoughts that I did but she never acted upon them . I was an obvious flirt, even in high school. I can't help it, I just love arousing men. I love to fuck, I love cock. I love everything about sex. I guess you could say I'm a little kinky as well. I could be convinced to do almost anything if it had to do with sex.
We were both cheerleaders in high school, Lisa being the head cheerleader. Of course, she was the good twin. As she was practicing her cheers at home I'd be fucking the quarterback in the back seat of his car, most of the time telling these boys that I was my sister. Nobody could figure out which one of us was the slut and who was the good girl as we both denied having sex with anyone. My sister was always pissed at me for giving us this reputation.
My promiscuity kept the two of us from attending the same college as Lisa didn't want my reputation to follow her. She went to Boston College and I attended The University of New Hampshire.
After college we got an apartment together in Boston. Boston was a big city away from our home in New Hampshire where we could both get good paying jobs without my reputation of being our High School's slut following us.
We both loved Boston, each of us working in the medical field at different hospitals. Lisa was a medical lab technician and of course I was a nurse, what else? You might say I was a naughty little nurse never missing an opportunity to date a young, successful intern. Sometimes a real handsome patient would get a treat as well. I just loved fulfilling good looking studs' nurse's fantasies.
Lisa was dating a lawyer who was with a large firm in town, his name was Dave. Dave was a great looking guy, he had it all. He was smart, successful, tall, dark and handsome. Damn, the good girls always got the good guys.
I'll never forget the first time she introduced me to Dave as he looked at Lisa, then me and back again saying, "Which of you is my wife?"
I knew I could pretend to be Lisa at any time and get him in the sack but never did out of respect, but I thought about it a lot. He was fucking hot!
Lisa ended up marrying Dave about six months after meeting him, me being the maid of honor. It was a beautiful wedding and I was a very good girl, on my best behavior out of respect to my dear sister. That doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about fucking him, I was. I fucked the best man instead.
I kept the same apartment after Lisa moved out. She and Dave bought a beautiful home outside of town just a few miles from my apartment. We were close enough that we continued seeing each other at least a few times a week, we were always close to each other.
It was different living alone but I quickly adjusted, now being able to bring men home without interruptions or explanations. My promiscuity did slow a bit as I met and started dating a new young intern, James.
I noticed him the first day he started work and immediately had my sites set on him. He was gorgeous. James was six foot three inches tall with a kick ass body and beautiful big brown eyes. I could tell he worked out regularly though I hadn't had a look under his lab coat, yet.
I was tending to a patient checking vitals when I first met him. He walked into the room to see his patient as I froze, staring at him.
"What are the vitals today for Mrs. Thompson today nurse?"
I stood there staring at him with my mouth open as all I could say was "Ah, here's the clipboard Doctor."
I left our new Doctor to be with his patient as I waited in the hallway for him to finish. I couldn't wait to introduce myself to him. As I stood there I unbuttoned the top three buttons on my uniform hoping he'd take notice of me. I couldn't resist enticing him. What was taking him so damn long?
"As he walked out of the room I said "Excuse me Doctor, my name is Heather. I'm sorry nobody has introduced us."
"Hello Heather, I'm Doctor Stevens. Very pleased to meet you," as I caught him glancing at my tits. "I just started today, maybe you'd like to show me around the hospital?" he asked as he was still stealing glances at my tits.
"I'd love to Doctor Stevens," I said trying to be seductive. "Come with me."
Damn, I wish he'd cum with me. He walked along side me as I introduced him to others in our department making sure not to let the other single vultures make a move. The other little sluts in our department were trying to flirt with him as I quickly ushered him along. Fucking little cunts, always going right after the sexy ones. I wanted this one for myself, damn he was fine.
"I'm new to Boston and know nothing about this big city. Is there any chance you could show me around sometime?" Doctor Stevens asked.
Wait, fuck that doctor shit, I'd be calling him James before the day was over. "I would love to be your escort." Escort, yeah that's a good word for what I'd like to be with him.
"Are you busy this evening nurse?" James asked.
"Please call me Heather. Yes, I am busy this evening. I'll be showing Doctor Stevens around Boston."
That put a big smile on his face, good work Heather I thought.
"Wonderful! Here's my number, my shift ends at three this afternoon. When do you get off Heather?"
Hopefully I'll get off tonight. No, I can't say that. "My shift ends at three as well Doctor."
"Please, call me James. I'll pick you up at your place at five? That is, if you'll give me your address."
"Of course, I'll write it down for you. I will be ready at five." I wrote my address on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Damn, this worked perfectly.
He took the note as I handed it to him. I caught him checking out my tits again, I think. I held the note a little longer as I wanted to make eye contact. You know, show him those fuck me eyes of mine.
We saw each other a few more times during our shift, each time becoming a little more friendly until I actually think he was flirting with me. Just the thought was getting to me, damn.
I rushed home from work in anticipation of our "date" not sure of what to wear or where we were going. Was I really going to show him around Boston or were we going on a date? No matter, dress to impress was my motto.
I took a shower, shaved my legs and prepared my runway strip, if you know what I mean. Always be ready for anything. I kept my pussy smooth except a tiny runway strip leading to the hanger. I squirted a little of my best perfume all over my body, then did my make-up. Now I looked and smelled like a million bucks.
Now what to wear? I rummaged through my entire closet looking for the perfect outfit. Should I go slut or be conservative? Conservative just wasn't me so I went for the latter look choosing a little black dress I had saved for a special occasion. The dress was form fitting, hugging my every curve and very short. I especially liked the plunging neckline. My tits weren't huge but they always got plenty of attention, being very firm with nice nipples. My nipples were always hard, especially when I went without a bra. I was definitely not wearing a bra tonight. I found my matching stripper pumps, six inch heels should do it. Was this overkill? Fuck no.
I was dressed to kill, I knew he'd be turned on by how I looked tonight, unless he was gay. I'm certain that wasn't the case.
I was ready by five as he was right on time, the doorbell rang. As I opened the door his eyes about bugged out of his head as his eyes went right to my tits again. He looked stunning as well, casually dressed in tan slacks with a dark brown suit jacket. Damn, he looked good.
"Wow, you look so different." James declared, still stealing glances at my tits.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" I asked flirtatiously.
"Oh my God, a very good thing. You are stunning," he said, I swear his breathing became rapid. "Are you ready?"
"Where are we going? Am I showing you around town?" I asked hoping he'd say no.
"The traffic is terrible this early in Boston so I thought we'd get a bite to eat first if that's OK with you," James said, still looking me up and down.
I swear there was a bulge in his slacks that wasn't there when I answered the door. I knew I had him in the palm of my hands as I really turned up the heat by bending over to pick up my little black purse, making sure to give him a good view of my ample cleavage.
"Let's go then, I'm hungry." I said excitedly.