This story is based upon true events. Names have been changed.
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Daisy and Tara Mason were, as far as I was concerned, the two hottest girls in town. Their good looks were equal parts genetics, hard work, and the best clothing and beauty products money could buy. Since the day I first saw them I knew I wanted nothing more than to make love to both of those amazing beauties. Though they were sisters and both exceedingly gorgeous, they each had a very unique and distinctive look.
Tara was the older of the Mason sisters, two years my senior. Long auburn hair, fair skin, green eyes, and an enormous pair of tits that, though natural, were inexplicable on her tiny, 5'3" frame. Not the insane F or Gs that some people talk about, but definitely at least a solid D. She had all of the stereotypical hot girl traits: cheerleader, provocative, used sex to get her way (with some teachers, if rumors are to be believed), and definitely not the brightest crayon in the box. She was the undisputed Queen of Thompson High, and way out of my league.
Daisy was in my grade, just a few months younger than me. She took after her Hispanic mother as far as looks are concerned. Dark hair and skin, brown eyes. She was much taller than her older sister, standing around 5'9" or 5"10, a few inches shorter than my own 6'1". She had the longest, most amazing tanned legs that led right up to her greatest feature, her ass. When I tell you this girl has an incredible ass, you have to take my word for it. I can do my best to describe it, but I worry that any words I write here will fall short of even glimpsing the glory that is Daisy Mason's rear end. It was tight and toned from her years of playing soccer and running track, but it never lost its wonderfully large size. It wasn't so large as to be ridiculous, but big enough to always be distracting. If Jessica Alba was Momma Bear and Kim Kardashian was Poppa Bear, Daisy Mason would be just right.
Throughout my years of high school I had a few classes with Daisy. We talked a bit, worked on a few projects together, and even went out on a couple "group dates" my junior year. I almost asked her to prom but I delayed too long and Bobby Sims got to her first. Bastard. I ended up taking Kelly Miller, who was nowhere near as hot as Daisy. At least I got my first blowjob out of it. After graduation I moved from California to Georgia for college. Daisy went off to a small private university to play soccer, while Tara had stayed in our hometown and been enrolled at the local community college.
My time at college was a great one. Over the years I grew from the average "another face in the crowd" type of guy I was in high school into a confident, big man on campus. I studied hard and played harder. A regular gym schedule and participation in various intramural sports built up my physique from "scrawny" to buff and toned. I wouldn't say I resembled a Greek god or anything like that, but my body was definitely that of a serious athlete. I lost my virginity the first week of freshman year to a girl down the hall in my dorm, and from there developed the strong sexual confidence that comes after bedding a series of increasingly attractive coeds.
As college winded down I settled on pursuing law school, and thanks to my good grades and very respectable LSAT score, I winded up gaining acceptance to my first choice school back home in sunny Southern California. After some serious discussions with my parents concerning finances, I decided to move back into their house for the summer to save some money while I looked for an apartment closer to law school. I was excited to be back home for a few months and reconnect with my old friends, and hopefully see the beautiful Mason sisters once again.
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"Come on man, it's Friday night, let's go grab a drink." My buddy Marc threw his car keys at me and I had to dodge out of the way to avoid getting poked in the eye.
"Grab a drink? You're already drunk!" I dropped back down onto the couch and checked the score of the game. Lakers were up by 12 with just under three minutes to play.
"That's why you have my keys. The game's almost over. Let's get out of here and go find some more attractive company. You haven't been out since you got home. Some of the girls from back in school have gotten pretty hot."
He made a compelling case. I had been home for three days now and after driving across the country and getting all set up back at home I hadn't had time to go out. Not to mention I had been over a week since I had last gotten laid. "Alright, let's go. Where's the best place to meet some nice young ladies in this town?"
Marc smiled. "Midway's the place to be now. Cheap beer, pool, and hot chicks. It's downtown by where Burgerpit used to be."
"Burgerpit is gone? Shit. Oh well, let's get out of here." We hopped into Marc's beat up Civic and I gunned it out onto the open road, windows down, music blaring. The warm summer night was a welcome change from the awful humidity of the south. It took about fifteen minutes to get downtown, and Marc tried to fill me in on some of the girls we could expect to see tonight. Mary had gotten knocked up a year ago, Julie had just broken up with Ted and was probably looking for a rebound, Carrie had gone from "ugly duckling to the swan you want to fuck." His words, not mine. We pulled into the parking lot and Marc quickly noticed some familiar faces.
"Marc, what's up boy? Holy shit, is that you Rusty?" John, an old friend from high school, came up and gave me a big man hug.
"Hey Johnny Boy, long time, good to see you man." I returned the man hug with two solid slaps on the back.
"Fucking awesome that you're here bro! How'd them southern bitches treat you?"
I laughed and shook my head at John as we walked towards Midway. "They don't have bitches in the South man, they have ladies. And those southern ladies treated me real nice." I laughed, slipping into my terrible excuse for a southern accent. Even with four years of school down there I was still way too California.
John smiled and slapped me on the back. "Good shit man, good shit. Well now that you're home you can move on from the ladies and get yourself some fine California pussy."
"That's the plan. Let's see what's on the menu tonight." We made our way into the bar and Marc ordered us up a round of beers while John and I found a pool table and racked up for a game. I ran into a few old high school buddies and recognized some girls, but for the most part I was surprised by how many unfamiliar faces there were. Leaving town for four years can really change things.
A few games of pool and a half dozen beers into the night I was feeling pretty good. Marc and John had both found what I assumed were their usual hook-ups and were making progress on getting lucky tonight. I had been chatting up a couple girls but none were really getting things going for me. They would do as backup, but I wasn't ready to settle just yet.
