I had just pulled up to the apartment I shared with my sister after a trip to the grocery store when I got a text from her. I shut off the car and checked the text before climbing out.
“I know it’s so weird, but don’t forget my tampons. Please?”
I shook my head and chuckled. Little did she know that my ex-girlfriend had broken me of that phobia. It seemed that every other month she would run out, and I’d have to go to the store for her, to an aisle no man should ever venture into. Other than the sex, it was probably the only good thing to come out of the relationship.
“Already have them. Just got home from the store,” I texted back.
“Sorry to make you go through that, but thank you.”
The store was out of her way coming home from college, but something else wasn’t. “As long as you pick up the free pizza on my account, and it counts as my turn cooking, we’re even.”
“Done. I should be home by five.”
That saved me from having to make something for dinner that evening. Happy with the outcome, I gathered up the eight bags of groceries on one arm, and headed for the apartment. Unlocking the door proved an adventure as usual, but I was determined not to make more than one trip. It was a matter of male pride, and doubly necessary because I’d just bought tampons for my sister.
The place was clean, which was the big plus since Becky had moved in with me. In her last year of college, she was tired of the dorm life. I had an extra room, couldn’t stand the thought of her having to move back in at home, and I’d always got along with her, so her cleaning up and pitching in when she could worked out for us.
Of course, we were both between relationships at that point. I wasn’t looking forward to the weirdness that was sure to happen when one or the other of us hooked up.
Once the groceries were put away, I kicked back and enjoyed my reprieve from cooking duties by watching the last couple of episodes of a series I’d started binge-watching over the previous weekend. Becky would have been pissed if she found out that I watched them without her, but I wasn’t dumb enough to let her find out. The credits rolled with five minutes to spare, and I looked forward to playing it cool when we watched the shocking conclusion together in a couple of days.
Sis arrived with the pizza, and I flipped the box open almost as soon as it hit the coffee table in front of the couch.
“Pig,” she teased as I took the first bite.
“Nag,” I answered with a mouthful of pizza.
She made a gagging sound and said, “Gross.”
The doorbell rang, and before I had time to wonder who it could be, Becky explained, “Vera’s coming over to borrow a book.”
That was one of the disadvantages of living with my sister - the regular stream of her hot little coed friends dropping by. Becky and I had made an agreement years before, while still living at home, that dating each other’s friends was off limits. So the parade of hotties was nothing more than cruel temptation.
Vera was a particular weakness. The redhead was a year older than Becky, and had a smoking hot body. She also loved to flirt with me, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.
I knew I was in extra deep trouble when Becky opened the door to reveal Vera in a pencil skirt, open-front jacket, heels, and stockings. She looked incredible - classy and sexy - but the stockings were the real kicker. I’ve got a serious thing for stockings and feet. Don’t ask me why, because I couldn’t tell you if I tried. There was no denying it, though.
“So, how is it going at the new job?” Becky asked as she let Vera in.
It was all I could do to eat my pizza and feign disinterest as the redhead’s heels clicked on the tile in front of the door.
Vera answered, “Not too bad. I’ve made a couple of friends, and haven’t screwed anything up yet.”
I’d been waiting for it, and sure enough, she turned toward me.
“Hey, Andy. Have you been hitting the gym?” she asked, and then made a sultry meowing sound.
I rolled my eyes, and said, “Hello, Vera.”
“God,” Becky laughed, and then said, “Come on,” while walking toward her room.
“I just want to borrow him for a few minutes. Or maybe an hour. Or two,” the redhead said as she followed my sister. It earned her a playful slap as they walked in the door, followed by them both breaking out into laughter.
Yep, Vera is pure evil.
The book changed hands, and Vera left, but not before blowing a kiss to me on her way out the door.
“She only does that because it embarrasses you,” Becky said when she plopped down on the couch and grabbed a slice of pizza.
“It doesn’t bother me, so she’s wasting her time,” I lied.
“Oh, that’s why your ears are as red as stop signs, huh?”
Maybe I should amend that to women are evil. Even - or maybe especially - sisters.
I walked in the door after an extra long day at work that Friday, and could hear music coming from the bathroom. I had skipped hitting the can at work to get out of the building a couple of minutes faster, and it was catching up to me.
I knocked on the door, and Becky immediately called out, “Don’t come in. I’m in my underwear.”
“Hurry up. I’m about to piss down my leg here.”
The music stopped, and she asked, “What?”
“I need to piss.”
“Okay. Let me throw on my robe, but hurry so I can finish getting ready.”
I stood outside the door, shifting from foot to foot, wondering how long it could possibly take to put on a robe. I was about to yell that she’d be mopping up a mess if she didn’t let me in when the door finally opened.
“Move, move, move, move,” I muttered as I sidled past her. She laughed at me, of course.
When I left the bathroom, much relieved, Becky said, “Vera will be here in a little bit to pick me up. I was already running behind, so tell her when she gets here.”
Considering the slinky clothes I’d observed hanging in the bathroom, it wasn’t hard to guess where she was going. She was taking full advantage of turning twenty-one, and felt even freer to do so, now that she wasn’t living in the dorm with the grapevine.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t worry about her a little, even though she’d always shown common sense. It hadn’t been that long since I’d been her age, prowling the bars for girls.
Becky returned to the bathroom to continue the unfathomable and seemingly never-ending preparations a woman undertakes before going out. I headed for the fridge to see what I could scrounge up from the leftovers. I had no concrete plans for the evening, and there was no chance I was going to get into the bathroom any time soon to clean up and hit the town.
Shortly after I polished off the last of the chili, the doorbell rang. I was in the middle of sending texts back and forth with my friends to find out what was happening, and absentmindedly answered the door.
Vera’s whole outfit was designed to show off her body, but it was the shortness of her skirt letting me see the top of her stockings that got me. Somehow, I kept it together and told her Becky was still getting ready. As soon as she was inside, I closed the door, stuck my nose back in my phone, and headed for the couch. Thankfully, Vera made a beeline for the bathroom, which put her out of sight.
I blew out a hard breath from between pursed lips and hoped she’d stay with Becky until it was time for them to leave, minimalizing the torture. Naturally, she dashed those hopes on the rocks a few minutes later.
I saw her emerge from the hall in my peripheral vision, and fought off my natural inclination to drink in the vision. I sent another text, confirming a third for our trip to the bar, even though it would be an early evening because of things the guys had to do the next day.
Vera walked up next to the couch and said, “Becky said to tell you we’re taking a cab so you won’t worry about us driving.”
I chuckled and - without looking up from my phone - said, “If I were you, I’d be more worried about her yakking in the car.”
“I heard that,” Becky yelled from her room.
I laughed, and looked at Vera when she snapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own laughter. She then shook her head and pointed an accusatory finger at me. I shrugged and smiled at her, pointedly looking at her face rather than everything else, which she was advertising so well.
The next thing I know, she’s moving, and before I can react, she turns around and asks, “I don’t have a run in my stocking, do I?”
There I was with her sweet ass in my face - completely dumbfounded.
“Do you see anything?” she asked again.
I could certainly see something, and I wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of it. Her question finally burned through the fog in my brain and I answered, “No.”
“You sure?” she asked in a sly tone.
I looked up and knew I was busted. I tried to play it off anyway and said, “Looks fine to me.”
“Why, thank you,” she said, and then gave her ass a slap before stepping away.
Becky emerged from the hallway to rescue me.
Vera asked, “Ready to go?”
“Yep,” my sister answered while heading for the door. Before she opened it, she said, “Don’t wait up.”
“Don’t get arrested,” I tossed back at her.
As soon as the door closed, I groaned and adjusted my half-a-stiffy. Have I mentioned that Vera is pure evil?
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