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The Transfer
I, Donna, am the daughter of a pair of loving parents and the sister of a loving older brother. I grew up without having received any noticeable emotional scars having survived my high school experience with my hymen intact. This in spite of several crushes including one on my older brother.
As I graduated High School I had a decent GPA, reasonably good looks, a body which did not embarrass me and a few good friends.
I was about 135 pounds. My tits, a measurement which seems to be important to most readers I would call B+ and were quite firm, the plus being the result of muscle and not fat.
As I graduated college I again had managed decent grades, decent looks and body, a good degree but without my intact hymen. By that time I had lost the rest of my baby fat and had good eating and exercise habits so had slimmed to about 120. I landed a job with a major American auto maker. Several years later at the age of thirty I was promoted and transferred to Jacksonville Florida.
It was a great situation for me. I had been married briefly, I had undergone several brief but intense affairs and was at that point thinking seriously about 'settling down'. My brother Ned was a Navy pilot who thankfully was not a fighter jock doing night carrier landings but flew aerial re-fuelers. He was stationed at NAS Jacksonville.
That promised to be a very nice situation, one reason being that I had long had a sexual crush on him. With his help I quickly found a nice home along the Saint Johns River which offered among other things prompt settlement. It also had a dock which would accommodate his 30 foot Cabin Cruiser. This he said would save him a $150 per month docking fee at the marina.
Meanwhile we often visited the Officer's Club for dinner or later in the evening for drinks and occasional dancing. At various times I was introduced to his fellow pilots and their wives or dates. I noticed that when introducing me he never mentioned that I was his sister. Later I challenged him on this.
"Ever since Pat (A long time girlfriend) and I broke up everyone has been driving me nuts trying to fix me up. Maybe if they think I have found a new girl they'll leave me alone."
As I considered this I wondered just how far was this masquerade to go? Some of the situations that a dating couple might run into could end up in intimate situations. What then? As I considered 'what then?' I felt myself tingle 'down there' a bit. It was not at all an unpleasant feeling.
Late one night after another evening at the club, we were sitting side by side at my kitchen table when I brought the subject up again. Taking the bull by the horns I asked.
"So you want me to pretend to be your new girlfriend? How far does this masquerade go? Am I not to accept other dates?"
"Donna, I guess that's up to you. If it starts to get uncomfortable then we'll tell the truth."
"How about if the party gets rough some night and everyone starts disappearing into bedrooms?"
"See previous answer." He replied.
"So if we end up sleeping together it's OK with you?"
"If we sleep together, why worry. If we decide to stay awake together then that will be a different story."
"Do you want to? Stay awake together? That is." I asked, still surprised at my boldness.