1. Fernanda: Teenage Lust


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    I had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I remembered the Rodriquez family from years earlier. They had a son, Robert, who everyone called “Bob” and a daughter who was two years younger, named Fernanda. Bob was about my age and a freshman student at the University of Texas. I hadn’t thought about any of them until we rolled up to their small apartment on the south side. While mom and dad gave their obligatory hugs, Bob and I exchanged fist pumps. I didn’t recognize Fernanda right off the bat, but I recognized her always cheery voice. Whoa! The first thing I noticed was that the scraggly thirteen year old I had known before was no longer the flat chested, gangly, tag-along little sister. She had filled out and up and had long beautiful, golden brown, curly hair. Her form-fitting t-shirt was probably a size or two too small, but I wasn’t going to complain. I followed my mom and dad into the apartment and almost immediately, Bob invited me upstairs. I was surprised to find out he shared a bedroom with his younger sister. “She ...
    stays on her side and I stay on my side,” Bob said, plopping down on his bed, while I sat on a chair behind a small desk separating the two beds on positioned on opposite walls in the small bedroom. Fernanda came up after a few minutes and plopped down on her bed. She didn’t say anything, but just looked at the Bob and myself, her hand propping up her head. I looked in her direction and then back at Bob. “I’ve got the latest version of Street Action,” Bob remarked. Street Action was a cool, cops and robbers video game- something my parents neither understood nor allowed. I was ecstatic. I could tell Fernanda was not impressed, because she laid back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Bob and I cranked up the volume on the game and took turns playing it, whooping and hollering, as Fernanda lie on her bed, lost in her own girlish thoughts and fantasies. We only left to go downstairs and share dinner with our parents. When it came time for bed, Bob’s dad tossed a mattress on to the floor between Fernanda and Bob’s beds, apologizing for the spartan set up. “Please don’t stay up all night chatting or playing video games,” he intoned, closing the bedroom door and retreating to the living room. I pulled the sheets and covers onto the mattress and stripped down to my boxer shorts. I was totally oblivious to Fernanda being in the room. The room was pitch black. After a few minutes of quietness, Bob did the unthinkable. The bean burrito had to come out. Bob’s flatulence made me laugh. ...
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