Truman High Ch. 01

Sandy and Tim Collins were the best of friends. They knew each other from even before birth; they were twins. When the twins reached high school Sandy became extremely scholarly. She was the classic “goody too shoes”. She was their junior and senior class president and barely missed being valedictorian by a fraction of a GPA point. Sandy had dusty blonde hair, not that fake bleached blonde that everyone else seemed to have. She only wore naturally colored make up and light pink lip stick to school. She seemed dwarfed by her brother’s 6 foot frame when she was only 5 foot 4.

Tim became the classic jock. He was captain of both the wrestling team and the football team. As a wide receiver he’d filled out, and his strenuous practice schedule and work-outs had made him a lean and wonderfully sculpted specimen. He didn’t share is sister’s blonde locks, he had dark almost black hair, but they did share the same piercing blue eyes. His shoulders were broad for an 18 year old, people often thought he was 20, which meant he was most often sent on the beer runs.

The excitement around graduation was getting to an unexpected level. Freedom was just around the corner. And so was the biggest party of the year. Every year the seniors of Truman High go together at one of their houses and threw the biggest party of their lives. Usually the party was held in the beach houses owned by the rich kids. This year was no different. Although everyone in town knew about the blow out celebration the students tried to be as sneaky as possible keeping the actual site a secret until graduation day.

Tim and Sandy sat right next to each other on that sunny day in June. In their matching black cap and gowns they sat on the folded chairs at the football field. Tim kept swatting at his tassel as the principal gave her farewell address.

“Would you stop that.” Sandy whispered keeping her eyes forward.

“Why” he swatted at it again, “Dose this bother you?”

She knew this trick, they’d played this since they were kids. He’d ask if it bothered her, she’d say yes, and then he’d keep doing it until their mom broke them up. She looked to the stands where her parents sat. Knowing her mother if they could see them she’d march right on the field to stop them from ruining the ceremony. She was going to miss her mom when she moved out in August, headed for Penn State, and even her annoying brother. She gave her brother a sidelong glance, he was still waiting for her answer, “No it doesn’t bother me.”

He grinned. “Yes it does”, he said while turning his head making the tassel flutter.

She clenched her jaw and turned to him, “Stop it right now”

“Or…?”

“Or?” she looked at him confused.

“Or what? You told me to stop it, I’ll stop or you’ll do what?”

She just glared at him, knowing that he knew there was nothing she could do. So she took her mothers advise and ignored him. Even though she’d been told all her life that “if you ignore him he’ll go away” it never worked out that way. She made a mental note never to lie to her children like that, before turning back to the podium.

That didn’t stop him. Tim slid his hand ever so slowly to his sister’s knee and squeezed, knowing it was her most ticklish spot. Her hands quickly covered his as she jumped out of her seat with a squeak. Some of the people around them started to giggle. He squeezed again with the same result; only this time there was more who noticed.

With clenched teeth the turned to him, “Stop it… right now…”

He took his hand back and turned to the speaker, they were beginning to give out the diplomas. Tim behaved himself for the rest of the ceremony. Sandy lifted her chin as she walked across the stage and took her leather bound diploma. She smiled and turned to her parents in the stands lifting the diploma over her head before walking off stage. Her brother, directly behind her, did a cartwheel in front of the principal before taking his diploma and shaking her hand. Sandy just shook her head not completely surprised by his foolishness. When she took her seat again she opened the diploma and a small piece of paper was placed inside it, in front of her actual diploma. She looked around before reading it:

Seniors of Truman High are Invited

To Carly Manuelle’s Beach House

Tonight from 10pm till Dawn

Sandy grinned with excitement and tried her best to hide the invite. This would be her first high school party. She knew it was rather pathetic that the last party for everyone else would be her first, but she didn’t care.

When Tim got back from his escapade she whispered to him, “Open your diploma”.

She was surprised when he didn’t. He just leaned close and whispered back, “I already know, I helped put them in”. He patted her leg, knowing this was her first party as well. She just smiled, it didn’t surprise her to know he had some part in this. Carly Manuelle had been trying to date him since they were sophomores. In fact, Carly probably had the party just so she could have a means of impressing him. She probably begged bother her doctor parents to go out of town just so she could throw the party. Sandy didn’t care, as long as she was going.

She sat out the rest of the presentation impatiently. All she could think of was what she should wear, what did girls wear to house parties? Would it be like the movies? Where all the kids just got trashed and everyone ended up screwing everyone else? Sandy blushed at the thought. She was sure she was the last virgin left in the senior class of Truman High.

That night Sandy took the longest shower of her life. She shampooed, conditioned, and repeated. She shaved her legs and armpits, and looked down to the patch of soft fuzzy below her navel. She bit her lip and held her raiser in her hand. She’d heard that guys like it shaved…could she… would she… This is a new me, she told her self. I’m a college girl now. She began to shave.

Tim waited anxiously in the living room for his sister, “Hurry it up Sandy!”.

“I’m coming!” She called from the top of the stairs.

Women, he thought to himself. Just because Sandy was his sister didn’t make her any different then all the other women in the world. Tim wore his favorite blue button down shirt. It was short sleeved so it showed off his defined arms from years of sports. He also wore kakis. His favorite pair of cargo pants. “We don’t have all night!” He called again.

Just then he noticed her red-heeled shoe step down the stairs, followed by long sculpted legs he’d never seen before. He watched with his eyes wide open as the legs led to a red skirts, a very tight, form fitting red skirt. She kept stepping down, increasing his tourcher. The skirt had been part of a dress, a read halter toped dress that tied in the back. She smiled at him from the bottom of the stairs as he remembered to close his mouth.

“Uh wow sis, you look great.” She’d taken her blonde locks and piled them a top of her head, letting some flow down her face in loose curls.

She just smiled back at him, “You do too”. He thought her saw her eyes skim up and down his built arms. Nah, he told himself, she wouldn’t… she’s your sister!

“Well,” he said out loud, “Lets get out of here.” He walked to the door and met her there, they both reached for the knob at the same time. They glanced at each other and both noticed the other’s cheeks become lightly dusted with pink hues.

The climbed in Tim’s red convertible and peeled out of the driveway. The drive was slightly uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but glancing over to his sisters long legs in the seat next to his. He drove faster, trying to calm down his libido. But no matter how fast he drove he couldn’t stop taking those glances. He got bolder, and glanced at her chest as she looked out the window.

“You’re awfully quiet, Sis” He smiled as she turned back to him.

“I’m kind of anxious, and well, nervous… maybe a little nauseous too.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Why?”

From the corner of his eye he saw her fidget with her skirt, “I’m, well, this is my first party.”

“You’ve never been to a house party?” He asked in shock

Sandy got defensive, “Think about it Tim. You’re the one who goes to all the parties, I’m the book worm remember?”

Tim thought about it, he’d never once seen his sister at a party. He couldn’t even remember how many parties he’d been to. “You mean… In the last four years I never invited you once to a party?” He sounded a little hurt.

Sandy had never thought of it that way. Sure Tim could have invited her. She never really asked, or had even thought of it that way. “Well, no but I didn’t want to go anyway.”

“Liar” He said with a wicked grin. He turned serious for a moment and laid his hand on her thigh “I’m sorry Sis”.

He didn’t realized what he’d done until just a fraction of a second later, but she didn’t flinch at his touch.

She just smiled, “It’s alright Timmy, we’ll have the time of our lives tonight.”

As they pulled up to the house it was clear that Sandy was right. The trees were covered in toilet paper and loud thumbing bass permeated the cool June air as Tim parked the car. They walked together and opened the door. Masses of already drunk students danced and talked through out the house. Sandy grinned at her brother as he stepped aside to let her in.

He took her hand and followed the masses of people to the keg. There was also a tub of jungle juice. He grabbed a cup and handed it to her, “Try the juice” he called over the noise “You’ll love it.”

“What is it?” She asked dipping her cup in the tub and filling it with the red juice.

“It’s a mix of liquor and fruit punch.” Tim said, leaving her side for a moment to get in line for the keg.

Sandy met back with him and took his cup, she handed him hers, “Hold this”, she said as she squeezed between the people. Knowing ladies get privileges she manages to push through the crowds and get her brother a drink faster then he would have.

She met him back at the kitchen door. “Damn Sandy you handled that like a pro.”

She smiled while handing him the cup and taking her own back, “Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”