It was Friday, July 2. I was on my way to visit my girlfriend Meg at her parent's house. They had invited me to their annual Fourth of July celebration. Meg is my college sweetheart, and we hadn't seen each other in nearly two months, so I was anxious to be with her again. That wasn't the only reason I wanted to be there, though. I was hoping that the weekend would finally be the right time for Meg and I to sleep together.
Meg's 18 (almost 19). She and I had met back in January during the Spring semester at college. She was a brand new freshman, and we happened to run into each other one day during lunch. She was beautiful. When I saw her shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, perky C cups and tight little ass, I wanted to make her mine. We immediately hit it off, and soon were inseparable. We went and did everything together. Since I was 21, she relied on me to help her get drunk when we went out to bars and clubs. We always spent the weekend together, and even her friends and my friends got along well.
One night in late February, I snuck her back to my dorm. Within minutes, I had her top off, and was working on removing her bra. She stopped me there and said that not only did she want to wait, but that she was a virgin as well. I agreed to take things slow and wait until she was ready. I figured that another month of making out and feeling her up would be all that she could take. `It turned out that Meg had great will power, though. When she left school in May after finals had ended, we still hadn't had sex. Meg went home, which was over 200 miles away from campus, and I stayed to take some summer classes. I was afraid that another three months of having to get myself off was going to kill me. In mid June, I got a call from Meg, inviting me to her parent's house for the Fourth of July. I wanted to see Meg, but wanted to spend the weekend catching up with my buddies. What won me over was when Meg purred "Who knows, we might make some fireworks of our own," into the phone. I agreed to make the trip to her parent's house.
I pulled into the driveway, at the address that Meg's dad had given me. As soon as I did, a tall, grey-haired man came around from the back of the house.
"You must be Brian," he said as I got out of my car.
"Yes, sir." I offered my hand and he shook it as he smiled.
"I'm Meg's father, Tom O'Brien. It's great to finally meet you."
"Likewise, Sir."
"Listen, Meg and her mother went to the grocery store just before you pulled in. They'll be back soon. I'm going to go around back and finish mowing the lawn. You go inside and make yourself at home. The guest room is upstairs, second door on the right."
I thanked Mr. O'Brien, and went inside to put my bags up. On my way out of the guestroom, I almost ran into someone.
After quick apologies, I found myself staring at a beautiful girl. Her dirty blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. Her tight, white shirt revealed breasts that had to be D cups, and the way she filled out her skin-tight blue jeans was enough to make my cock jump.
"Oh, you must be Brian," she said. "I'm Meg's older sister, Jen."
"Uhhh, hi," I stammered. "Yeah, I'm Brian."
"Wow. Forgive me for saying this, but you're really cute, Brian. I mean, Meg said that you were my age, but I expected a boy to show up here. But you're a really handsome guy."
I was silently praying that Jen wouldn't notice that the bulge of my cock was growing inside of my pants.
"Thanks," I said. You're really sexy, yourself." As soon as I said it, I wanted to kick myself. Why in the hell would I call my girlfriend's sister sexy?
A wicked smile spread across Jen's face, and she placed her hands on my shoulders. She leaned in and purred in my ear. "Meg's not going to be back for a while. Why don't we do something to pass the time until then, cutie." |