They were sisters of course. Had been forever. Two young souls cruising down the summery California coast, heading back down to Marin in an old beat up Tercel after having visited their aunts and uncles up in Eugene. Sherry the younger, at twenty three, no longer a teenager, but with her long slim legs still given to short skirts and tank tops, and her older sister Cheri, at twenty five, still cute as a button like her sister, but dressed in more mature slim fitting jeans with holes in the knees, and an old blue tshirt displaying the logo from some radio station that she once liked. Comfort wear for her.
Cheri and Sherry. An old family pun, and one that new friends were always relied to comment on when they first heard of it. Two sisters, two sides of a mirror, but each one blessed with their mother's smile, and both given to good looks. Sherry the younger with the blue-eyed-blonde-hair California looks, and Cheri the older with darker hair, but slimmer, and given to freckles. Each of them beauties in their own way.But to each other they were just Cher-Cher and Shi-Shi. Childhood NickNames that stuck from the beginning and would probably never go away.
After driving for awhile, Sherry got hungry, so they stopped in some scenic coastal town to get gas and to eat. They went into a Mcdonalds drive through, and ordered Burger and Fries and a shake for each of them. They then Parked across the street under some trees. Inside the cool the shade. Deep into the shadows. Private. The open windows allowed a soft breeze to cool them from the summer heat. The soft music on the radio lulling each of them into a comfortable silence.
Cheri is watching her sister as she eats, sort of listening to the music, but also distracted by those long luscious legs that creep up all the way under that skirt to the mysteries within. Those toned glistening arms. That awesomely pretty face. Those lips. Wow, what a package, she thought. Then she is aware that Sherry is complaining about the lack of available men in Sacramento, where she is currently working as an intern at the local hospital. "I've been there over a year now, and I still haven't met anyone decent. I'm thinking about packing it all in and moving down to LA."
"Well sister-babe, that is what casual sex is for" Cheri replied. "It passes the time. Just find someone in a bar one night and fuck the bejeesus out of them."
This made Sherry laugh, and she giggled back to her sister and said "I only wish, mon Cheri. I've met some guys, but haven't had sex with any of them. Every one of them starts off having possibilities, but then turns out to be stupid each in their own way. Its probably my fault. I hate how judgemental I've become. I hate feeling this way. I haven't had sex with anyone in over a year. What's worse, I haven't even kissed anyone in the year I've been there, and no one has kissed me back. I think I'm going a little crazy."
