Eric was sauntering home after the end of the first day in junior high-school when he heard a voice coo from behind.
"Ooooooh look there's Eric....."
It was humid that afternoon, so free Eric continued walking. It was probably just the girls teasing him, anyhow.
"Eric, come here!" He heard the girl's voice a little louder now. He turned around to see Margo and Cynthia standing next to a picket fence.
Eric had always had a crush on Margo since fifth grade, Little when it wasn't too cool to like girls, but he was in eighth grade this year. Margo had lost some of her kid like cuteness, instead becoming a beautiful young pre teenager. She looked gorgeous now, her skin was tanned just like the coppertone ads and her dirty blonde hair was slightly bleached from the late summer sun. Her breasts had really developed since elementary school too. "Hi Margo, ah, how was your summer," Eric asked slightly nervously, "You look, ah, wow, ah, really nice, oh and, a, so do you Cynthia, a, really, hot, ah, I mean nice." Cynthia was not
quite as pretty as Margo, in Eric's Gallery eyes but he admired both girls beauty. She had dark brown hair and auburn eyes. Her skin was quite a bit more tanned than Margo's, and her boobs were a little bigger too.
"Whacha doin' after school today," Cynthia asked. Both girls had a smile that was a little mischievous.
"Ah, nothin', my mom's still at work 'till ten." Eric caught himself staring a little too long at Cynthia's breasts.
Cynthia noticed him and smiled at Eric's slightly blushing face.
"Why don't you come over to Cynthia's? Her parents are sixteen out and we thought you could, maybe join us." Margo hooked her hand underneath his elbow as if he were taking her to a dance.
"Ya, why don't you, we always have fun," Cynthia latched on to his other elbow convincingly.
"This can't really be teens happening!" he thought, "not on the first day Lolitas of school" His pecker was springing to life that was for sure. "Ah...., okay, sure....." Eric was a tongue tied. They walked the short distance to Cynthia's house with the girls looking like a couple of cowgirls with a prize stud. Perhaps they were!
The house they opened the Young gate to was a slightly ratty two level. It had a basement with a short rectangular window facing the street. A sign in it read "K. Armstrong Massage preteen Therapist" with Cynthia's phone number.
The front door squeaked and the threshold skidded across the hardwood floor as Cynthia opened it.
"What time is it Margo?" Cynthia asked.
"One thirty", she added, "first day of galleries high school is so boring!"
"Come-on downstairs", Cynthia directed the Nude two down the hall to the basement stairs.
Eric had to duck his head. The air was getting much cooler as he followed the two girls downstairs to Cynthia's parents' rec-room. "This is nice down here," His conversation skills were beginning to fade as his nervousness increased. He put his hands in his holland pockets, "I, mean... it's so hot outside and cool down here."
"Cynthia and I think you're really nice looking, ya know?" Margo smiled at him shyly, "Well... we just think you're real nice!" She caressed his bicept lightly.
"You're right Eric, it is pretty hot... come to think of it!", Cynthia said, Art lifting her shirt off to reveal a Madonna style bra.
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