Author's Note - This is a sequel to my story "The Shapiro Slumber Party" and shows what's been happening to the character Kelly Ferraro since that party ended.
As Kelly Ferraro jogged by, she was followed down the street by wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths.
Naturally, the nineteen year old girl was well aware of the scrutiny. It was a burden borne by all reasonably attractive women of course, especially when they were blessed with a set of big, full breasts like she was. The sweat pants and sneakers she was wearing were harmless enough, but her little tank top was an absolute magnet for those eyes since she had not worn anything under it.
That large bosom bouncing and swinging and jiggling with every step she took was enough to turn any man into a drooling imbecile.
Whenever she had done this before, all of this attention had been exactly what she'd been after. Giving the men in her neighborhood a good look, seeing the blatant desire for her burning in their eyes, had always given her a naughty little thrill before, even though the most any of these guys could ever hope to get from her was a saucy wink.
Today though she paid precious little attention to the staring eyes, slack jaws and bulging jeans she passed, her mind elsewhere.
It seemed like all she had on her mind anymore was that sordid evening she had spent with her friends over at the Shapiro home. More accurately, she was pondering on how to make sure it happened again just as soon as possible. She had been trying, but was running into difficulties with each and every one of her friends.
For whatever reason, none of them were around much anymore.
So distracted was she with her sexual fantasies and with watching the men who were watching her, Kelly didn't even notice when those first few drops of rain started landing on her.
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It was far too early to be awake on a cool and overcast fall Saturday and yet there Lori Ferraro was.
Dressed only in what she had slept in the night before, a T-shirt she had "borrowed" from her boyfriend and a pair of short shorts, she had not even dragged a comb through her hair before plodding her way into the living room, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Sprawling across the couch in that boneless way that only a teenager could possibly manage, she switched on the TV as much out of habit as for any other reason, paying little attention to the morning show that appeared on the screen.
The house was still and silent, but the eighteen year old knew that she was not alone. Her divorced mother had the misfortune of working the graveyard shift and didn't get off until six o'clock in the morning, so she would be in her room, sleeping behind a closed door. Her big sister Kelly was most in her own room and asleep too, most probably, unless she was out jogging again or running around with her friends.
Enjoying a nice long stretch, Lori smiled to herself as she felt a few twinges, remembering how she had gotten them.
One good thing about the hours their mother worked, as far as Kelly and Lori were concerned, was that they had a bit more freedom than most girls their age. With mom at work all night and unconscious for about half the day after all, how was she going to know what sort of mischief her daughters might be getting into? The girls certainly wouldn't tell, not when you consider that they had enough dirt on each other by now to get them both grounded for the rest of their lives.
Her curfew may have been ten o'clock, but her boyfriend had kept her out until almost midnight making out with her and trying his best to get into her pants. One day soon she planned to give him that ultimate prize, but not last night and not in the backseat of his dad's car.
Her gaze wandered over to the window and saw that it was streaked with rain. She hadn't even noticed when the sky had opened up and it looked like it was raining harder and harder out there. That was as long as the weather could hold her attention and her eyes drifted back to the people who were talking to her from the television.
Some singer who happened to be popular this month was on the show, showing off the results of her recent boob job and trying her best to convince the audience that they should all rush out and buy her new album. The guy who was interviewing her was trying hard to look interested, meanwhile, but was mostly just staring into a seemingly endless supply of cleavage.
Lori smirked to herself. The trouble a little silicon could cause . . .
The soft rumble of distant thunder came from outside, drawing the girl's attention back to the window. The wind was picking up out there, tree branches dancing and sheets of rain washing down.
Damn, she thought. I'm glad I'm not out there in that!
Lori jumped in surprise then, startled by the front door suddenly flying open and her big sister crashing her way into the house. Kelly slammed the door shut again behind her quickly as if she were trying to keep out some menacing animal, then slumped back against it heavily, breathing hard from the sprint home she had made.
The last traces of her earlier drowsiness at last swept away by her sister's dramatic entrance, Lori sat up a little straighter to have a look at her, wanting to reassure herself that the other girl was all right.
Kelly was soaking wet from head to toe, her hair plastered down and her clothes clinging to her clammily. There was a distinct chill in the air outside and the rain had not been at all warm, so she was shivering noticeably now that her exercise was at an end, even with the warmth of the house. Breathing hard after that desperate dash, her chest was heaving wildly and making her big breasts dance. Given that the rain had also turned her tank top translucent, she was inadvertently giving her little sister quite a show.
"You," Lori pronounced, "look like a drowned rat."
"I feel like one, too."
Climbing to her feet, Lori went over and grabbed her panting sister by the arm and started to haul her off. "Come on, Kelly. Let's get you out of those wet things and warmed up before you get sick."
