I dated sisters. Not at the same time and not together, but once upon a time, I dated sisters.
The first, Anna, was a wildcat. I met her at a bar and when we got to her place she had her clothes half off before the door was closed. She was tiny. Maybe 5’2” and a hundred pounds. Slim, boyish hips, A cups. All kinds of pale, she was also a redhead. Both of them were. Bright, carrot-top orange, redheads. Anna kept her lower pelt shaved so I never got to see her in her full glory.
There was little that she didn’t find to be a turn on. The first time I tucked a couple of fingers into her backside, I swear she purred.
She was also one of the crazy ones. Fist fight crazy. We were at that same bar a few nights later and when someone she didn’t like tried to flirt with me on the dance floor. Anna hit her. Right in the face. Had nothing to do with me, really. She just didn’t want her evening interrupted by someone hitting on her date.
We weren’t together long. It was more of a fling than anything. But during that time I met her family. Parents, who didn’t like me, a younger brother, Will, who was a very strange young man, and a younger sister, Honey. I didn’t pay much attention to the younger siblings. The brother was in junior high and the sister was a senior in high school. I was five years older than the sister and all I remember of her at that time was the red hair and that she dressed like her mom. Baggy sweatshirts, farm-girl, high-waisted mom jeans, and athletic shoes. Oh, and glasses. If she wasn’t a farm kid, I believe she would have been a complete geek.
I knew a family that had a son that took Honey to the senior prom that year. She asked him, he was already out of school, and he went, figuring he’d get to party with the kids and have a great time. When they got to the post-prom and he found that his date wasn’t going to drink with him, she didn’t drink, and had no interest in ‘getting down’, I remember him using that phrase, he took her home and spent the night with someone else.
I moved away and then back again a couple of years later and started working at a local manufacturing plant. Honey was home from college that summer and a kid I worked with was seeing her casually. Same story. No dice at all. No kissing, no skinny-dipping with the rest of us, nothing. A very ‘good girl’. They didn’t go out long. Nothing like her sister, who was dating a woman at that time, much to the shock of that part of Kansas in the 80s.
I saw her around town and said, “Hi,” when I did. We were friendly in that ‘I don’t know you very well but I can’t get away without saying hello’ sort of way.
One evening I was at the Pizza Hut and Honey came in with a guy I’d seen but didn’t know well other than his name. He wasn’t originally from Smith County but he was well settled there at the time. What little I knew of him, I didn’t like.
I was still there the next summer when she came home from college again and one evening I was gassing up at the Pump N Pantry when she came storming out of the store and hopped into my car. She was obviously angry.
“Honey? You okay?”
“Can you take me home, Val?”
‘Sure.”
She’d been keeping an eye on the store and she saw him before he saw her. She dropped to the seat. He walked over to his car, which they had arrived in and looked in. Then he scanned the parking lot. Then he shouted at me, “Hey, Val!” it’s small town so it was no surprise he knew my name. “you seen Honey?”
“She came out took off running toward downtown!”
His trailer was on the way to downtown. Anna’s house was on the way to downtown. And she knew a lot of people, having gone to school there, some of whom were between the Pump N Pantry, and downtown. She could, quite literally, be almost anywhere.
“Shit! Thanks!” He spun the tires leaving the parking lot.
I finished pumping the gas, paid, you had to go in to pay back then. It was before debit cards. She was still laying in the seat when I came back out.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. You know Donell, right?”
“Yeah, oh yeah, I know Donell.” Like a few of the other young men around town, I’d could say I ‘knew’ Donell. Weird nipples, a gaping pussy built for two, and a voracious appetite for sex. Every town has one or two of ‘em. Ours was Donell. The only person I knew for sure hadn’t been with her was Honey.
“She’s in there. Walked right up to Rick, rubbed his . . . his crotch, and said, Should I wait up for you? Gave him a kiss! Right in front of me!”
“Not to be rude or anything but were you going to spend the night with him?” Honey was a good girl. I’d never heard so much as a peep about her, other than that she didn’t put out and did so much as fool around. So imagine my surprise.
“Yes. Yes. I was. I was supposed to spend the night with him tonight.”
I laughed and she looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes.
“What/“
“Oh, I don’t know. That just isn’t what I know about you. That’s all. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“I know what people say about me. Prude and all that. I’m not like my sister. You know how she is.”
“I certainly do.”
“Yeah. I forgot. That’s how we met, isn’t it.”
“It is. So. Where am I taking you? Your folks still live on the farm?”
“They do. But I hadn’t planned on being home tonight and I don’t want to be. You have plans?
“Nah. Maybe a couple of beers, see what’s on HBO, maybe fire up the grill.”
“You don’t live here, do you?”
“No. I live in Kensington.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Sure, I don’t see why not.”
She still dressed like her mom, even in the Kansas summer. So about a movie into our evening, she asked if I’d mind if she took off her sweatshirt.
“You’re a big girl. That’s entirely up to you..”
She stood up and skinned off her college logoed sweatshirt and revealed a thin, white t-shirt with the same logo.
“K-State, hun?”
“Yup.”
Her sister was tiny and petite. Honey was not. At 5’8” or 9 she was a head taller than her sister. And where her sister was all A cup, Honey was easily C. And I couldn’t help but keep glancing as she was obviously bra-less.
“What?”
“No. I’m sorry. I’m a guy. It’s what we do.”
“I know. Mike loves ‘em.”
“Mike?”
“Mike. I guy I know in college.”
“Know? I thought you were seeing Rick?”
“I am. But being so far from home and not having someone to spend time with gets kinda lonely. So yeah, Mike.”
“So you have two boyfriends?”
“No. Just the one. Mike’s not a boyfriend. Rick might not be either, after tonight. Damn it. And I was going to sleep with him.”
“You were?”
“Sure. I sleep with Mike, why not with Rick?”
“Wait! What? You? You’re . . .”
She laughed again.
“Why were you so upset about Donell?”
“She’s a bitch. You know that.”
I did, in fact know that. She was not a nice person. She was just easy to get naked. I’d considered calling her that night myself. Which I mentioned.
“Yeah. Doesn’t stop me from calling her every so often.”
“Really? What the heck for?”
“Same reason the other guys do. She fucks.”
“Really? What’s that like? I mean, what’s she like? Does she do everything everyone says she does?”
“Well, no. It’s funny. She’ll let herself be sandwiched,”
“Sandwiched?”
“Yeah. One guy in the front, one in the rear.”
“OH! I would never do that. No butt stuff for this girl.”
“Everyone has limits.”
“She will, though, butt stuff. Maybe that’s why she’s so popular. But she won’t give a blowjob. Absolutely refuses. I think somebody peed in her mouth once.”
Once again she laughed. “Poor girl. Even I do that. Blowjobs. Not the pee.”
I was shocked. “You do? But you don’t do any of that.”
“Not this close to home I don’t. My folks pay for my college. If they thought I wasn’t the good girl they raised me to be, it’d hurt their feelings. I don’t want to do that. So I don’t do anything like that this close to home. Tonight would have been the first time. Rick keeps saying he loves me. Something’s always feel off so I haven’t gotten to close to hm. I finally believed him. Glad I found out before he got my pants off.”
“You? Little Miss Goody Two Shoes? You take your pants off with guys?”
“Yeah. And with one girl. Had to try it to see if I liked it.”
“Did you?”
“Meh. It was okay. Nothing I’m going to write home about. Obviously. You look shocked.”
“I kinda am.”
“So, I had plans for the evening. Now I don’t. You didn’t have plans, now you do. You gonna ask?”
“Ask what?”
“If I’ll take my pants off.”
“Would you like to take your pants off?”
“I thought you’d never ask.
My goodness. She was everything her sister wasn’t. The pants came off first and she was wearing this lovely pair of pink satin bikini panties. Then the t-shirt. Magnificent. No sag. C-cup. Lovely, lovely, pink nipples. A splash of freckles across her upper chest. Just a little bit of a pooch of her belly. Just enough to make her look real instead of perfect. Her hips weren’t wide, but they weren’t boyish like her sister’s. They were definitely a woman’s hips. And right there, after she dropped those panties, at their juncture, the loveliest patch of carrot orange hair. It wasn’t thin or narrow, this was a bush.
“Rick is a moron.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen you both naked now and you and Donell do not compare. You can stand there naked any time you want.”
“But if I stand here, I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
She knelt in front of me and parted my thighs so she could lean in. She unzipped my jeans and said, “Lift up.”
I did and she tugged my jeans and shorts down to my bare feet. I was glad I had showered before I ran into town. I’d worked that day and I didn’t want her to have to deal with that.
One hand grasped my shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. She made eye contact with me, cupped my balls with the other hand, and with a smile she leaned in and flicked my glans with her tongue.
I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life, man and boy, and while she may not have been the absolute ultimate best, and she was up there on the list, she was the most enthusiastic. Hands down. Flicking, licking, engulfing. She had obviously had practice and she enjoyed what she was doing. As my hips began to hump and my breath got short, she leaned up and said, “Tell me,” and began to stroke harder and faster.
“Honey! I’m telling you. Gonna cum!”
I felt the back of her throat almost before I was aware she had taken me back into her mouth, she did it that quickly. That bump was all it took and suddenly I was unloading in her throat, bypassing her mouth entirely. I could feel her smiling.
“Well?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Where’d you learn to do that?”
She stood and putting one leg on either side of my thigh, she sat. I could feel her heat and her wetness against my bare skin. She took my hands and put them to her breasts. So firm. So warm. And the nipples were so hard.
“Mike.”
“Well, Mike certainly knows his blowjobs.”
“Yeeeeahh. I don’t think I’ll tell him you put it that way.”
She stood again directly in front of me. One hand began to massage her breasts. The fingers of the other disappeared into that beautiful muff.
“You too. Let me see you touch yourself.”
“But I just came.”
“And I need you to come again.”
“I’m not hard enough.”
“You will be.”
Taking me in her hand, she once again began to lick and suck until I was ready. Her mouth felt exquisite. If you’ve ever had someone take you into their mouth just after your orgasm, you know the feeling I’m talking about. It’s a pain you don’t want to stop.
“Here. Get down on the floor. On your back.”
I did and she straddled me. Parting herself with one hand and holding me with the other, she lowered herself onto me. This time it was her turn to say it.
“Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.”
Donell’s pelvic floor was a barn door. Anna was tighter. But Honey. Oh my. Honey. She could squeeze. Expand and contract at will. Which she did. I managed to hold on through her first orgasm but when I could feel her inner muscles begin to ripple again, I rolled on top and began to drive and grind, drive and grind. Her eyes were wide and her arms held me so, so tightly. She whispered, “You can’t come in me!”
“I won’t!”
With a few seconds to spare, I pulled out of her and began to stroke. She leaned up on one elbow, her other hand began to pinch and rub her clit and, while not simultaneously but close enough, we both came, I splashed her hand, and her belly and the upper edge of that glorious orange muff.
“Damn it, woman. Damn it. Thank you!”
She pulled me down next to her and kissed me.
After a shower the next morning, and a naked breakfast, I drove her into town and dropped her off near her sister’s house. Passing the trailer park, we saw Donell’s car at Rick’s.
“Well, that answers that question?”
“You gonna call him?”
“No. He can call me.”
“Whatcha gonna say?”
“Good-bye.”
“Then are you going to call me?”
“Then I’m going to call you.”
“Don’t tell your sister I said hello/“
“I won’t. I know you two had a thing. I don’t want her to know we have, too.”
“Can we have another one?”
“I’m not leaving town until August, so I hope so. I’ll call you.”
