I am almost late for curfew.

Her smile fades fast as she looks at you. “I wish I could, but my dad is expecting me home soon.” She said. From the way she looked, you could tell she would continue where this is going if she could. “But what about next week? I would say tomorrow, but I am busy babysitting this weekend.” She said with a hopeful look on her face.

“Sure. I think I could do that.” You reply as you pull out of the theater and drive her home.

“Cool, this time, we can just go somewhere more private.” She said seductively. On the way to her house, you would sneak a look at her tight shirt with her nipples protruding through the fabric. One time she caught you and giggles before pulling her shirt up and flashing you, making you almost drive off the road. When you pull into her driveway, she quickly pulls another bra out of her purse and puts it on. You get out of the car and open her door for her and walk her up to the door. When you get there, she kisses you on the cheek. “Good night, call me. Maybe we can get together earlier than next Friday.” She says with hope in her voice. You make your way to the car, and speed on the way home, fantasies of what could happen with Christine in your head. You quickly park the car in the garage and run into the kitchen to see Brittney eating cereal.

“So, how did it go? Did you get laid?” She asked in a joking tone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You replied to her while getting something to drink.

“Aw come one, you can tell your little sister.” She responds.

“Tell you what, you tell me why you have been telling girls to stay away from me, and I’ll tell you if I fucked Anne.” Brittney’s eyes go wide before she looks at the floor, her cheeks flushed.