Follow Amber

Amber gathered her books, and started for the door, "I'll see you later, sir!" she said as she left, her nostrils still filled with his cologne.

"So, you got to touch his ass, and you got a hug." a voice said from beside her as she walked down the hall.

Amber looked over at the tall brunette, "Yuppers, Melanie. Oh, you just have to small that man's cologne! And his hug is great. I also got him to ask me out for a salad after school. All told that's...um...One hundred?"

"It's an afternoon date, that's only half. You are at sixty points, enough for a sizable lead." The ringleader, a nearly identical looking girl, save the hair color, answered. "Not bad for someone who was against this at first. What changed your mind?"

"At first I thought he'd be an old fuddy duddy. But then I saw him and...oh my lord I almost creamed my panties. I'm going to win this thing that's for sure!" Amber stated as she got to her next class. "It's like lust at first sight."

"Wow, so my little sister..."

"I'm five minutes younger than you...you act like I'm five years younger than you!" Amber stated with a pout.

Melanie laughed. "I can pout too! So you really like him?" She asked, seriously.

"Yeah sis. I really do. I'm going to win. I'm going to have him be my fir..."

"So after that I can stop fending off your boyfriends..."

"Boyfriends? What boyfriends? They're a buncha immature jerks..."

"And they want in your pants. And no one is allowed to do that, huh?' Melanie asked her younger twin.

"I...I just want my first to be special, you know? I mean I've done things...you know..."

"You have?" Melanie asked, shock in her eyes.

"Yeah, there was Brad..."

"I remember dad had to do an Al Bundy to him one time."

"He was uncouth is what he was. Mr. Stamp...Mr. Stamp is a man. He didn't back down from me until I let loose the waterworks..."

"You cried?"

"Of Course! It got him to hug me! And...and then I smelled his cologne...oh man am I going to WIN this game!"

The bell rang at that moment, and Amber kissed her sister on the cheek to get into class. Melanie stood there a moment wondering if her sister was serious, or if she was acting to get her to help her.