All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults.
By now, Sis had pretty much covered all the standard stuff. The lessons are done.
A lot of good things had happened to me, but the next few days were a reminder that the bumper sticker is right. Shit happens! But not everything was bad.
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The last thing Sis said as I was leaving, "Promise me you'll get them to give back the letter jacket and dump these assholes."
"I'll do my best." If it was important to Sis, it was important to me. In this case, we both felt the same way.
When I arrived, Carol greeted me at the door, "Hi. We're really glad you came." As I got an eyeful of Carol, so was I.
Carol and I had reached a comfort level, so I wasn't shy about checking her out. She was wearing a super tight stretchy shirt and no bra. It may have covered her breast, but it didn't hide them at all. I could see her nipples just barely poking through the material. It was difficult, but I pulled my eyes from her breasts.
She had a short dress that didn't make it to mid-thigh, revealing most of the legs that I'd seen before. When I returned to her face, she had a smile that made her all the more exciting. I had a comfort level with Carol.
"If you're through staring at me, come on in. Bonnie's waiting." She didn't seem to mind being checked out.
She took my hand and led me into their living room where Bonnie stood dressed identically to Carol. Bonnie was a couple inches taller than Carol, but the striking difference was their breasts. Carols were ample. Larger than Sis's. Bonnie's were larger than Carol's. It looked like the two girls had dressed in the same size outfits. Where Carol had shown a lot of skin, Bonnie's hemline must have hung just below her crotch. But what really stood out was the top. Actually it was her nipples which seemed to be standing up and the fabric was stretched so tight that I could see the dark circle around each and the small follicles surrounding them.
Bonnie and I had never really met. As close as I had gotten was the visits to first aid earlier in the week. I was so captivated by her breasts that I stared. I usually try be less obvious. When I caught myself, I tore my gaze from her breasts and looked at her face.
The look on Bonnie's face said I was busted. I turned a bright red. Both girls were enjoying my discomfort. I wasn't.
Carol was first to speak, and she didn't help my situation, "I told you he'd like your tits."
It was embarrassing to get caught blatantly staring at her breasts. They were laughing at me. I took a step backwards. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," and I couldn't help but compound the situation by glancing down once more. I stammered, "I'll go. I need to go." I was three years younger reliving the episode from earlier as if it was just happening. Sis had been right. I wasn't ready.
As I started backing toward the door, Carol positioned herself between me and the door, and pleaded, "You can't go. What's wrong? What did we do?"
I could have pushed my way past Carol, but it was Bonnie who made me stay. I'd seen the look before, just not on her. She was clouding up to cry, "Please don't go. I still need to talk to you," and the first tears slid down her cheeks. Her chest heaved and more tears flowed.
"Oh God!" slipped from my dry lips. The tears are what got me. Three years ago there hadn't been any tears, just smirks as they watched me squirm. Whatever was happening now, it wasn't the same as it had been before.
Bonnie stepped forward inside my personal space. Her hands hung at her side, "Please don't go, not this way." She stood within an inch of me staring up at me. Tears were now running down her cheeks.
I found my arms reaching to embrace her, "Its ok. I can stay. You... you just..." I was trying to find a way to say what had just happened. I couldn't bring myself to say it to them. Finally the only thing I could get out, "Please stop crying. I can't take that."
Bonnie looked up at me, "I'll be ok," and she sobbed as her chest heaved. "Can you hold me until I calm down? I really do need to talk to you."
Carol joined in, "Make it a group hug," and wrapped her arms as far around the two of as she could. Bonnie and I followed suit and the three of us stood embracing.
Bonnie looked at Carol and a small smile brightened her face, "You were right. He is sweet," as she squeezed me tighter.
After several minutes, Carol broke the silence, "This is the way it was supposed to be."
Bonnie pulled at my shirt and wiped her eyes, leaving black smudges underneath her eyes and matching ones on my t-shirt, "Thanks for not running away. I couldn't have stood that again."
Bonnie's last words brought me back, "Why do guys need to talk to me? I know it's about our freshman year, but Carol has already apologized and I'm good with that." Looking at Bonnie, "Why do you need to talk to me?"
Bonnie's face saddened, "Carol didn't tell you everything," and she glanced over at Carol before continuing. Carol gave her a nod, and Bonnie continued.
"Carol was going to take all the blame," and she paused briefly. Her eyes closed and her chest heaved against my stomach again. She marshalled her courage, "But it wasn't just her. It was... it was all of us, all the new girls on the team." With this much out, she forced herself on, "We... uh... we picked you out. We had decided what we'd do to you, and we just did it."
Bonnie's words shocked me, but it was surprising how little it actually hurt. Carol's apology which I knew was heartfelt, had blunted most of my emotions about the episode. My reaction the past few minutes was proof that I still had issues.
"We've all had nightmares about that day for three years."
"Me too." I'd spent three years hiding and feeling sorry for myself. Now I found myself feeling sorry this group of girls, not just the two holding me.
Bonnie looked up at me forlornly, "I need what you gave Carol."
She caught me off guard, "Are you talking about sex?"
"No. I can do without that. What I can't do without is forgiveness."
I looked down at her, "Is that why the two of you are dressed the way you are? Trying to buy forgiveness?"