Then as I looked at her and at them a dark thought came into my head; I began to think about touching my own sister's tits! The more I tried to put t...e thought out of my mind the more I thought of doing it. Nobody was around; she was passed out, who would know? Then I jokingly said to her, "Hey Heidi, you don't mind if I touch your boobs do you?" Of course she didn't respond due to the volume of booze in her system. So I reached out with one finger gently poking one of her breasts. I. He knew she kept herself scarce because of him. Though his glimpses were spaced and short, he praised each one for she looked more inspirational than the last time he saw her. His eyes frowned, the last time he saw her, she retreated from his apartment and life. A throat cleared. He blinked then looked up at the obvious beautiful woman, glanced her name tag, Marcella. He smiled up at the blonde store clerk. Marcella laid it all out, pulled out her charms with a thick layer of flirt. She greeted. Thanks for the tip." She said while pushing the bills into her jean pocket. "I did like them, but not half as much as I do you. Their beauty pales in comparison to yours." Did I just witness a movement in those eyes...one that was pushing the shyness away, allowing the lustful look more room to roam? "Do you know how to get to the highway, or would you like some directions?" I asked; a knowing, confident smirk firmly in place."Directions would be...helpful." She finally said. Grinning with. That meant job. Job meant no time for steady girlfriend. Just because I didn’t have one didn’t mean that I didn’t want one. I even knew the one I wanted, but it didn’t look like it was in the cards.Amber was a cheerleader and while we had known each other since the sixth grade and were friendly towards each other Amber ran with the jock crowd. I was also in the jock crowd, but as in all things there are hierarchies. In football the top level were the quarterbacks and running backs. The second.