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“I’ve got the popcorn!” giggled Sandy, flopping to the floor of her living room amongst her friends.
“About time,” her twin sister Candace remarked with a smirk. The two blond girls, though their faces were mirror images of each other, were about as different personality-wise as twins could be. Sandy was perpetually happy and bubbly, with a tendency to giggle given the slightest excuse. Her long blond hair fell over smooth shoulders, beneath which the toned, curved body of a cheerleader filled out her pink tank top quite nicely. Her tight shorts showed off long nicely tanned legs, ending in cute feet (currently wrapped in pink bunny slippers).
Candace, on the other hand, was the far more serious of the two - a seriousness which was much of the reason that she was the captain of the cheerleading squad, whereas her sister was quite happy to follow her direction. That seriousness was reflected in her short blond hair, which lent her an air of being older than her eighteen years. Her body matched her sister’s almost perfectly (a fact which almost no boy at their school failed to notice), although she was a shade taller, and with slightly larger breasts.
Some attributed her seriousness to their parents’ somewhat unfortunate choice of names - Sandra was quite happy to go by Sandy, but very few people other than her father called Candace “Candy” ... and they certainly didn’t do so more than once.
“So,” Sandy said, setting the large bowl of popcorn in the middle of the circle, “movie first, or gossip?”
The other five girls in the room all reached for the bowl at the same time then laughed.
“Oh, gossip, definitely,” chirped Sarah, taking a handful. The very curvy redhead was a favorite on the squad, both amongst the other girls, and particularly among the male members of the audience. Her long, dark red hair, white freckled skin, large breasts, and long legs had made many a boy’s mouth go dry while watching their routine during a football game, and not a few fathers in the crowd besides. She sat nibbling on popcorn, fidgeting with the dangling purple stone on the necklace she was wearing.
“I dunno,” sighed Karen, “does anyone have anything good?” Karen was one of two asian girls on the squad (the other, Terri, wasn’t really the slumber-party type), a cute, short black-haired Chinese girl. Karen was also the youngest of them, having just celebrated her eighteenth birthday the day before - part of the excuse for the slumber party.
Diane, meanwhile, merely rolled her eyes and shook her head. The small hispanic girl stretched her taut legs out as she popped a few kernels of popcorn in her mouth, a small mischievous smile on her pretty face as she waited to hear what the rest of the girls had to say. She never seemed to take anything particularly seriously, being a cheerleader included. As the most academically inclined girl on the squad (she was close to the top of their class), she definitely took all of the trappings of cheerleading with a grain of salt.
The last member of the group sat quietly, listening to the rest of them. Kelly was the only non-cheerleader amongst the girls, but often came to Sandy and Candace’s slumber parties anyway. The quiet, shy girl had been friends with the twins since first grade, the three of them having gone to church together for years.
Kelly always felt a little out of place, but still enjoyed hanging out with the rest of the girls. They were always nice to the tiny brunette - Kelly was slightly shorter than even Diane, at 5’1”, and very petite - and never made her feel particularly out of place. Kelly, being fairly religious, was much more protected than the other girls, and often got a small vicarious thrill from listening to them. She had never really done anything with a boy (a few chaste dates here and there), and was somewhat fascinated by the other girls’ stories, even as relatively tame as they were.
(Kelly would have been quite surprised to know that she was a topic of much conversation amongst some boys at her school. Though she had a very slender body, and tiny breasts, she was considered by many to be one of the prettiest girls at the school, her short dark hair framing a face of elfin beauty. Her shyness and the knowledge that she was a good catholic girl tended to frighten certain boys off, however, and those that remained were usually too shy themselves to ask the stunning girl out.)
“Oh, I’ve got some,” Sandy whispered, “wait till you hear what Mrs. Anderson did with Jimmy Ferris...”
“Uh-huh ... as though you’d know about something like that.”
The girls spun at the mocking male voice from behind them. Sandy’s usually happy expression soured as she scowled at her older brother, home from college, and “keeping an eye on them” while their parents were away for a romantic getaway for two weeks.
Dave stood behind them, a sarcastic smirk on his face. The sophomore in college stood with his friend, Tony, both of them home for the weekend. Dave was flipping a large coin in one hand, that glittered gold from the fluorescent light in the kitchen.
Dave had been increasingly cocky and (his sisters felt) obnoxious since going to college, treating them as though they were children - the were seniors in high school, for goodness sake! In this case, Sandy knew Dave was likely to be particularly nasty, since he’d had a crush on Mrs. Anderson since she was known as Julie, and was a senior in high school when he was a freshman.
Sandy opened her mouth, but Candace beat her to the punch.
“What’s the matter Dave, don’t have anything better to do on a Saturday night than hit on your little sisters’ friends?”
Dave caught the coin he had been flipping, as a look of surprise, then anger crossed his face. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.
“C’mon Tony ... let’s leave these little girls to their fun,” Dave said as he turned for the door.
Tony turned to with a concealed chuckle, although he seemed to be of the opinion that flirting with Dave’s sisters’ hot friends was the perfect way to spend a Saturday evening.
“Hey man, don’t let ‘em get to you. It’s just ... sisters, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dave said, grabbing his coat and shoving the golden coin in the pocket. He had stumbled across the coin earlier in the day, shocked to find it lying in the street on his way home from the train station. It was tarnished, but seemed to be real gold, with strange symbols and images engraved in it. Dave was pretty sure it was valuable - he intended to find a collector during the week and see what it was worth.
“Anyway, what do you care? It’s not like they really know anything about Julie, right? I mean, come on ... think about the stuff they think they know! You know the lies those girls like to tell...”
Dave let out a laugh.
“Yeah,” he muttered as they walked out the door, “I just wish anything they said tonight was true.”
Dave would later be somewhat dismayed to find that his golden coin had seemingly disappeared somewhere between his house and the party he and Tony were going to.
Candace smiled as they heard the door close behind her brother. She could still get to him, even if he was in college. She turned back to her sister’s gossip, a strange shiver going briefly down her back.
“So anyway,” whispered Sandy, “I heard that Mrs. Anderson totally came on to Jimmy after class yesterday.”
“No!” said Sarah.
“Yep,” Sandy responded, “I heard that she was having him over to her house tonight for ‘tutoring’.”
“Oooo,” Karen giggled.
“Well, um ... maybe she just,” Kelly started to say, quietly, but was overrun by Candace.
“She’s a total slut,” Candace snapped. The rancor in her voice took the other girls by surprise. Candace disliked the young teacher, mostly because her brother had such a hopeless crush on her. Candace may not have gotten along with her brother, but she still didn’t think any woman was good enough for him, and certainly not one that didn’t even know he existed.
“I’ll bet she fucks every guy that she gets alone ... or at least goes down on them. She just can’t help herself. She just never gets caught.”
Julie Anderson opened the door to see her problem student on her porch - Jimmy Ferris, star running back on the football team and hopeless at math. With a sigh, she let the boy into her house.
“Hey Mrs. Anderson,” Jimmy said, nervously. He knew he was in danger of flunking her math class, and had begged her for help. She had finally agreed to give him a hand on Saturday night, it being the only time over the weekend she had free. To her surprise, the popular boy had agreed to give up his Saturday evening for some help studying for the math test. He must have been desperate indeed.
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