Cheryl and Sheila

Cheryl and Sheila were close to the same age - Sheila was a year younger than me and Cheryl was two years younger. Cheryl went to a different school and I didn't know her until we were old enough to drive and like most kids she hung out in Twin Falls. She lived on a farm in the country as I did but her father wasn't a farmer, he just owned the farm and rented the land out to other farmers. He had quite a bit of money and worked as a security guard at a local factory mostly for something to do.

I knew Sheila from school. She was decent looking body-wise, like Cheryl she was a strawberry blonde with freckles. Quite a few of them. Sheila's family was working-class, did all right and she and her two younger sisters always had good clothes and were clean and healthy. She was socially ambitious and it eventually paid off to the degree it does in a small town. Cheryl was wild and my relationship with her was closer but more on that later - maybe.

When I went to work at the bank the first time Sheila came to work there a couple of years later. She covered her face with makeup so completely you could never tell she had freckles, got her hair done regularly - bleached blonde - and always had perfect eyelashes and lipstick. Upscale clothes, and she had a pretty good figure so it was a lot of short-but-not-too-short skirts and high heels, or snug-fitting dresses. About that time she married a farm boy, about like me only not autistic or high IQ either but his father had a good bit more money than mine, like Roger's dad. He married Sheila for whatever reason. He was a old country boy, she was pretty hot when made up and not that bad in an unaltered state. I saw her away from work once in a while, shorts and T-shirt, no makeup. Not bad at all, I'd have done her even if I wasn't crazy about her personality.

She went through the cycle - bookkeeper, teller, got an open secretary slot and went on from there. Eventually ended up working for the trust department which was about as high as you could go. Pretty much automatic raises every year that were COLA-plus-a-good-bit (most got COLA-barely) and hubby was doing pretty well farming in those days. I got along with her just fine but everyone did - she learned the game and played it right.

Why was I writing about her? Oh yeah, Cheryl. The country gal that looked remarkably like her. Slimmer but well padded in the right places. I'm good with a fair variety of body types. We hung out some, smoked dope and drank some, her daddy bought her a new Olds Cutlass in '76, good-looking year. We were all out driving around town nights, scoring some dope or some pussy, generally having fun. Hers got scored a lot, the frequency with which I was the scorer depended on who else I was doing and if she was doing someone regular. In my case sex was almost always connected with some level of personal affection, something most guys didn't seem - at that age anyway - to share. Idunno, maybe I only ended up doing it with girls I already liked, or I wasn't predatory - just wanting some pussy and not caring about where I got it.

Anyway we did it before she married some dude, a solidly credentialled loser, and before long we were doing it again since he was doing it with whoever was available. We did it after she divorced him and before she married a guy that as a friend, and kept doing it because they were pretty casual about swapping and grouping. She was seriously hot, didn't bother much with makeup, the freckles faded a lot and the hair got less red, and I used to think about Sheila sometimes, imagining her doing it like us. I was always fairly certain she did some screwing around - there was hardly a woman at Last Nasty that didn't screw around some if she was sufficiently desirable - but she was apparently circumspect. I figured it was happening when she was out of town - there were frequent overnight or multiday excursions, seminars and schools and such. Whenever I thought about it I wanted to do her and thought some about what it would be like, just curiosity. I'm curious about everything. She did have a terrific body. Anyway I'm a hundred and something percent certain Cheryl was better than she would have been.

Cheryl married a guy I palled around with some and when she got married her roommate (a seriously cute little thing with the morals of an alley cat as my mother used to say and the brains of a gerbil) move out as Cheryl owned the house. I had stopped screwing Cheryl before she started dating my buddy but continued banging her roommate. We were over there so much eventually it got - along with several people mostly from the bank - everybody screwing everybody in no particular pattern. There were more girls than guys so there were some threesomes as well as foursomes, that sort of thing. Eventually I moved away and visited on weekends a lot but eventually lost touch with most of them.

Cheryl eventually divorced her second husband and as far as I know didn't marry again - she was near forty by then. Still pretty hot but our last time was long past. Sheila probably retired from the bank or soon will, being almost my age. Last time I saw her was probably about the time I last saw Sheila - she was in a grocery store in town about the time of day she would have just left work. Short tight skirt, high heels, hair and lipstick just so. In the aisle of a grocery store, she was looking down at the frozen broccoli or something, I gave her the once over and moved on.

Sheila had two younger sisters. One looked a lot like her and the other was a light blonde with no freckles at all. Both were serious hotties. The one that looked like Sheila lived in an apartment upstairs from me for a while. Probably just over twenty and recently married. Her husband was the kid of a guy Dad knew and I was around him some when I was younger, and they fucked regularly - you could hear the bed squeaking and her shrieking. It was a old house that had been divided into three apartments and their bedroom was above mine. Sometimes when I had a gal over we'd listen until the show was over and then got on with business. I was in my early thirties then and my women were not much younger so we were a little more laid back and just had some fun with it. One day they moved out and someone told me they got divorced on account of she was fucking some other guy(s) while he was at work. All I can say as she must have been one horny young woman. And she and her sister Sheila looking so much alike.... nevermind, maybe another time.