After dinner, Gerald was putting the last bags of his clothes into the trunk of his ’67 Camaro SS-427. As he closed the trunk of the light blue Chevrolet, he heard a voice behind him say, “Leaving for college tomorrow, Gerald?”
He turned around looked to see who was speaking to him. It was his sister’s best friend, Cheryl. Gerald nodded at the blue-eyed blonde.
“Is Katrina home?” she asked.
“She’s inside,” Gerald answered. “You two going out tonight?”
“Maybe,” Cheryl said, eyeballing Gerald. “We might just stay in. Who knows what we might do.” She smiled suggestively at him.
“My parents are out tonight, anything could happen,” Gerald laughed. “Go inside and see what Katrina wants to do.”
As Cheryl walked by him up to the door to the kitchen, Gerald eyed her swaying buttocks. I’d love to see what those are clad in, he thought. At the door, Cheryl looked over her shoulder, grinned at Gerald, and lifted her pleated skirt up above her waist, revealing a bright yellow thong. Giggling, she dropped the hem of skirt, opened the door and stepped into the house.
Gerald grinned. Who knew what could happen tonight?
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