Meg's Sexual Diaries

Meg woke up to the blare of her alarm, as usual. She groaned and reached over without even opening her eyes, slapping around on her nightstand until she eventually found her phone and hit the side button to snooze the intrusive noise. She rolled over to get those invaluable 5 extra minutes of sleep, but her brain started to wake up anyway and reminded her what day it was.

Friday. And not just any Friday, the LAST Friday of high school. As in, ever.

Meg grunted into her pillow. That was probably worth getting up for. She opened her eyes. The early summer sunlight filtered into her room through gauzy pastel pink curtains. They were childish, she knew, one of the relics from her past life as a princesses-and-frills-obsessed elementary schooler.

She should probably change those, now that she was going to college. But would it even really be 'her' room anymore once she was off living in a dorm for three quarters of the year? Her twin sisters, Anna and Amelia, were already fighting over who would get the room after she was gone. The room the two currently shared was bigger, but didn't have an attached bathroom like Meg's did. The twins were almost exactly a year younger than Meg (their 18th birthday was a few weeks ago, Meg's 19th was next week), so they were wrapping up their junior year at the same high school as Meg.

That thought of moving away made her a little sad. She was looking forward to college, but was a little intimidated at the thought of not being around her family. Her sisters were her best friends, and her parents were high on that list, too. They spent a lot of time together, and she loved them dearly. Living separately from them would be difficult for her, she already knew.

She sighed and threw the covers off, then stood up and stretched, yawning. Still a little bleary, she made her way to her bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, which helped wake her up the rest of the way. As she was brushing her teeth, the door to her room slammed open unceremoniously.

"Hey!" she tried to yell through a mouth full of toothpaste; a second later, Anna slammed the bathroom door open in a similar manner, looking even more like she had just rolled out of bed than Meg did. That wasn't the only similarity: Meg and her sisters were often taken for triplets. Meg was a little taller (though all three were tall for girls their age) and a little curvier than the twins, but they had the exact same expressive blue eyes and blonde hair inherited from their mother, along with little, slightly upturned noses and dimples from their father. To complete the picture, this morning they were both wearing matching blue silk sleep shirts and shorts, a Christmas gift from their parents a few years ago.

"Need to pee. Ame taking too long." Anna muttered as she dropped her shorts and sat on the toilet, sighing in relief.

Meg just rolled her eyes and spat out a mouthful of fluoride. "Ready for our last day?"

Anna yawned and tore off a piece of toilet paper. "Wish it was really my last, like you. What I wouldn't give to be done with stupid high school."

Anna had just broken up with her boyfriend the week prior, and had been in a nihilistic mood. Meg rolled her eyes, making sure her sister couldn't see. "You'll make it through. Senior year is the best of the four."

Anna stood up and pulled her short back on. "I'll take that as a promise, and sue you for false advertising if it isn't true."

Meg rolled her eyes again, this time directly at Anna, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, like she did 90% of the time. All three girls ran track and cross country, and casual athletic wear with ponytails was the typical uniform in and out of practice.

"Aren't you going to dress up a bit? This is your last hurrah, gotta go out on a high note, right?"

Meg frowned. As far as she was concerned, spending a lot of time on her appearance was mostly a waste. She knew quite well that high school boys were so chock full of hormones that a little encouragement turned them into nothing more than ravening monsters that saw any female as essentially a sex doll to project their fantasies onto. It made her uncomfortable to be looked at like that, like her body was what mattered and nothing else. She found that boys treated her more like an actual human being when she wore little to no makeup and nothing more alluring than leggings and a sweatshirt. Plus, sports bras and standard, full-coverage panties were just way more comfortable. She got the vibe that a lot of the boys appreciated her attitude as well, having a girl they could hang out with as an actual friend.

Of course, the flip side of that was she had hardly gone on a single date in her four years of high school. She had been friend-zoned more times than she could count.

She was shaken from her reverie by Anna slamming a drawer under the sink open. She glared over at her sister. "Do you have to slam everything open? I like that drawer attached."

Anna shrugged. "Where's a hairbrush? I can do your hair."

Meg pulled open a different drawer - gently - and handed her one. "Nothing crazy, maybe just braid it for me?

Anna pouted as she took the hairbrush, "I can do better than that!"

"I'm not casting any doubt on your abilities, just your style choices. This is really just another day of school, not prom."

"You didn't let me do your hair for prom either!"

"No surprise there, sis. Me and my friends all went and got it done together, remember?" Meg went and sat down on the edge of her bed, and Amelia climbed up on her knees behind her.

"Oh yeah, because none of you could get dates!" Anna said brightly.

Meg jabbed an elbow back into her sister's stomach lightly. "We CHOSE not to bring dates, because we would have more fun together."

As Meg was still speaking, her bedroom door opened again, and Amelia stepped in, already dressed in running shorts and a short-sleeved athletic shirt that made her look even slimmer than she was. Amelia and Anna were identical twins, and 'identical' undersold it. They were the exact same person in just about every way. Physically, of course, they were indistinguishable from each other, but they also acted so similarly that even their closest friends sometimes mixed them up.

"Meg's got a date? About time." Amelia said as she entered the room.

Anna giggled. "Nope, looks like she made it through all four years without finding a single boy worthy of her attentions." She said the last part in a fancy, lilting accent reminiscent of movies based off Jane Austen novels, which were perennial favorites of the three sisters.

"Alas" Amelia mocked with a hand across her forehead. "Maybe College Meg will do a 180 and become a total party girl. Different bed every night."

"Hey!" Meg said, indignant. Her parents weren't particularly religious, but they were very traditional. The girls had been raised firmly on the side of "save sex for marriage," and Meg was pretty sure that was what she wanted to do. It seemed like it caused way more trouble for her friends than it was worth. She wasn't a total prude, she had masturbated before, and even enjoyed it, but it was far from a regular part of her life (mostly because there was ALWAYS someone else home, and she would probably die of embarrassment if anyone ever caught her doing THAT).

Meg tried to look stern and not blush. She was supposed to be the mature one here, after all. She was so close with her sisters, sometimes the one-year age gap just seemed to disappear. "I plan on only sleeping in one bed: my own... AND ON MY OWN," she hastily added as Amelia opened her mouth again with a jovial glint in her eye.

Amelia shrugged in a way that conveyed the message, 'Have it your way.'

"So what's actually up, getting all fancied up for the last day?" Amelia said as she sat on the bed as well.

"Yup," said Anna, "But I don't know how fancy it'll be. All she wants is a lousy braid."

"Well the hair's only, like, a quarter of the battle. What is she wearing?"

"Dunno, haven't gotten there yet."

Amelia bounced up off the bed and over to Meg's dresser. "Alright, on it." She started pulling open drawings and holding up various options. "How's this... no, you wore that to the school play last week... this?... no, I never liked this color on you... thi - wait, this is MY top!"

"I can dress myself..." Meg grumbled, but she didn't really mind. Her sisters were having fun, why stop them?

---

A few minutes later, Anna was done with the braid and Amelia had picked out a nice off-white blouse and an ankle-length floral skirt. Not exactly leisure wear, but casual enough to not stand out too much. She couldn't really fault her sister; it was a good choice.

Anna rushed off to her own room to get dressed as Meg and Amelia tromped down the stairs to their parents in the kitchen. Their dad, Roger Boltzmann, a bearded and muscular construction manager in his early 40's, was sitting at the table with an honest-to-goodness paper newspaper in front of him. He hated to read newspapers (or really anything else) digitally, and was probably single-handedly keeping the local rag in print.

Their mother, Jodie, was washing dishes at the sink and keeping an eye on a pot of oatmeal on the stove. When the two girls entered the room, Roger looked up and grinned bemusedly. "Sounds like a lot of commotion up there."

"Meg needed help figuring out what to wear. No fashion sense, this girl." Amelia shook her head in feigned disappointment as she filled a bowl with oatmeal.

"There are blueberries in the fridge," Jodie said, glancing back at her daughters. "Megan, you look so nice, sweetie!"

Meg also took a bowl and ladled some oatmeal into it. As she did, she glanced at the oven clock. 7:25!

"Thanks, Mom. Ame, eat quick, we're running late." She sat and hastily scooped some near-scalding oats into her mouth. Anna came down, dressed similarly to Amelia in running shorts and a graphic tee advertising last year's track & field regionals, tied into a knot at her left hip so a thin strip of stomach was exposed.

"I can't believe our little girl is done with high school!" Roger said as he folded the newspaper and glanced at his phone. "Feels like just yesterday you were running around in diapers."

"Always running, always on her way to somewhere." Jodie added.

Meg shook her head. She could probably predict this conversation word-for-word. Her parents were great, and more loving than she could ever feel like she deserved, but they definitely had a penchant for reminiscing on her childhood days, and sometimes she felt like they still looked at her like a little girl and had trouble recognizing that she had matured far beyond that.

Jodie finished the last dish and turned around, drying her hands with a dish towel and leaning back on the counter. "And you were always the sweetest child. Sensitive, smart, hardly ever angry."

"We know she's the favorite," Anna cut in as she filled her breakfast bowl. "No need to rub it in."

Jodie gave her daughter a wan smile, "You're all my favorites. Alright, I'm off to work. Meg, you're parked behind me, honey. Can you move your car?"

"We have to leave anyway." Meg said, standing.

"Mmph," Anna protested through a mouthful of hot oatmeal.

"Just bring it to the car, slowpoke."

"Remember your father and I are driving up to your grandparents' for the weekend." Her mom said, "I'm sure we'll be gone by the time you three are back from practice today, and we'll be back Sunday evening."

"Of course I remember, mom." Meg said, "I specifically used the opportunity to schedule a wild party here tonight."

Roger chuckled at that, then his phone started ringing. He frowned and squinted at it for a second, then sighed, said "Work. Have a good days at school, girls," and walked out of the room to answer.

A few short minutes of hectic activity later, the three sisters were rolling down their almost humorously stereotypical middle-class suburban street in Meg's used Honda Civic.

"So, party tonight, eh?" Anna said, wriggling her eyebrows at Meg.

"Yeah, you know me: party animal. Think you can bum some booze from somebody?"

Amelia scoffed from the backseat, "I feel like that should be your job, Miss Senior." - She paused, her voice getting a little more serious - "I bet Brian could get some. His parents are chill with him drinking."

Brian was a classmate and friend of Meg's, also on the track team. Anna grunted "Yeah, he would do it in a heartbeat if you asked him to."

Meg glared over at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"

It was Anna's turn to roll her eyes at Meg, "The dude's madly in love with you, Meg. He chose his college just so he would be in the same place as you."

"That's not true! He's never even asked me out." Meg exclaimed, but it fell a little flat and she knew it. Meg wasn't blind, she knew Brian had a thing for her; he was cutely bad at hiding it. But it was also true he had never gathered the courage and taken the step of asking her out, so Meg followed suit. Her thoughts were jumbled in that area, but it basically boiled down to an aversion to risk. She didn't NEED a boyfriend, and she didn't want to lose a friend, so it was just easier to leave things as-is.

"A party WOULD be a great send-off to high school..." Amelia said leadingly.

Meg glared at her through the rear-view mirror. "I've made it four years being a good kid, not about to ruin it now."

The conversation lulled, and to her surprise the thought nagged at her. Amelia was right, it DID sort of seem like an appropriate capstone for her high school years. Visible proof that she was old enough to take things into her own hands, do what she wanted to do, and be okay. But still... 'don't be stupid,' she chided herself. How many times had her friends gotten in trouble for this exact same thing? Secret, illicit parties while their parents were away. The drinking, the sex, it was all so... rebellious. And Meg was not rebellious...

But what if she could be? Just once? It might be fun to try a little rebellion... She shook her head very slightly, trying to silence the nagging voice.

One of Meg's favorite Taylor Swift anthems started playing from her playlist. There was still an early-morning chill in the air, but to give her mind a distraction, Meg opened the windows anyway and blasted the music. Her two sisters joined her in scream-shouting the lyrics. By the time they got to school, their faces were flushed from the wind and singing, and they jumped out of the car laughing.

---

Meg sat down in her homeroom just as the first bell rang. Her best friend, Sophie, walked in a minute later with an apologetic nod to their teacher. She sat right next to Meg and whispered a hello.

Sophie was a tiny brunette often mistaken for a freshman or even junior high-schooler. She stood under 5 feet tall and weighed notably less than her family's big Saint Bernard. Meg and Sophie had been fast friends when they started high school, and Sophie's inherently carefree, mischievous nature made a good contrast to Meg's staid propriety.

"Alright class," said their teacher, Mr. Burnstaff, a mousy early-30's man who tried his absolute best to incorporate Star Trek references into math lessons, "I've got you for one more day, so let's get started." The whole class groaned as he pulled up a lesson plan slide show. Then he moved to the next slide, which just said 'WHATEVER' in big block letters.

"Kidding. I don't want to do any more work than you all do."

He spent the rest of class talking and saying goodbye to each student individually, which left them plenty of time to just socialize.

"Ugh, is this going to be how this entire day goes?" Sophie moaned, leaning back in her chair. "Why did I even come in? Could have been sitting at home watching TV and not wearing a bra."

Meg glanced down at her friend's chest, which was mostly flat, matching the rest of her slim frame. There was no way her bras were particularly uncomfortable, like some of the push-ups Meg sometimes subjected her C-cups to.

But she obviously wasn't going to say that out loud; she knew Sophie already felt self-conscious about her body, and tried hard to help her feel beautiful when she could.

"I knoww... I guess we shoulda known that the last day of high school would be just as much of a slog as the rest of it."

Sophie sighed and slouched further in her seat. "I guess I can take comfort in the fact that after this, there's nothing but blue skies and college frat parties ahead. I can't wait to meet some new boys that even MIGHT not be utter buffoons."

Her friend shared Meg's lack of relationship experience, but unlike Meg, Sophie was completely boy-crazy in a purely window-shopping manner. Her favorite conversation topics were "Can you believe HE is dating HER?" and "Who do you think is hotter, Boy 1 or Boy 2?"

"Frat parties, huh? Jumping right into the deep end, there."

Sophie smirked. "I suppose I'll have to. The craziest party we ever went to in the past four years included all of 4 people sharing a single bottle of my mom's red wine."

"Don't look at me, I made sure we graduated without a criminal record."

"It should be criminal to have so little fun," Sophie muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, O perfect one."

Meg narrowed her eyes. "Okay, listen." She leaned over and took on a conspiratorial tone. "What if we had a party this weekend? Like, tonight?"

Sophie just looked at her blankly. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said, dope. My parents are out of town for the weekend, and I was sort of thinking... maybe it's time to do something a little wild. It could be fun."

A huge smile was growing on Sophie's face. "Fun? Girl, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. We are going to COLLEGE in a few months, it's about time we broke the mold and figured out what not being the 'good girls' is like."

"Shhhh keep your voice down!" Meg hissed. "I still don't want to do anything too crazy. Let's invite a COUPLE people, maybe have a FEW drinks, and send off high school in style."

"Okay, Party Meg has entered the chat. Hey Tracy." She said, leaning over to another girl in their class. "Meg's having a party tonight. 7 pm."

"Wait, wait, wait, I..." Meg started, but stopped herself as her mistake dawned on her. "I probably shouldn't have told you anything, huh. You don't really do small and subtle."

"Girl, I do nothing BUT small." the petite girl said, gesturing at herself. They both laughed at that, and spent the rest of class furtively planning.

Meg's classes went by at a comfortable crawl. None of her teachers wanted to really do anything on the last day, so most of their time was just spent on meaningless small group assignments (read: excuses to hang out with your friends all class) or just "What are each of you doing after graduation" discussions.

Over the course of the day, Meg and Sophie invited all their closer friends, though Meg suspected Sophie's definition of 'close' was a lot more generous than her own.

By the end of the day, Meg had worked herself up to be pretty excited. She was actually doing it: a secret party, while her parents were out of town. It seemed almost like a rite of passage.

To make the day even better, their coach cancelled track practice after school, and Meg met Anna and Amelia at her car right after the closing bell rang.

"Is it true?" Anna immediately asked her, excitement evident in her voice.

"You're having a party?" Amelia addded.

"At our house?"

"Tonight?"

"Uh, did you guys practice that?"

"Come on, come on, tell us! Everybody is talking about good-girl Meg hosting a rager tonight! Is it true??"

"Um... 'rager' is very misleading, but... yeah, I guess it's mostly true."

The twins squealed in harmony and literally jumped up and down, peppering her with questions.