The day that was going to change his life started just like any other. In otherwords, it was nothing. Zip. An invisible guy making his way from classroom to classroom, following the crowd like an anchovy. Ending with a few cursory good-byes to some fellow geeks, Matt went home to his empty house.

With Sis gone to college and the parents at work, the house always seemed pretty empty. But as a loner, that suited Matt fine. Or so he kept telling himself. But today, Sis was coming home for spring break.

Matt was looking forward to seeing Sis again. It was hard to admit that he missed her, but Sis seemed to be the only person with whom he could talk. They were so different, yet so close. Sis, called Abby by everyone else except for Matt, was pretty--Matt looked like a skeleton. Sis was gregarious--Matt was shy. Sis was an athlete; Matt's one year of soccer consisted of sitting on the end of the bench on the freshman team, afraid to catch the coach's eye and have to go in. Sis was popular--Matt was one of the peripheral bodies who seemed to float through school without making an impact.

Yet it was always Sis who understood him. Matt was smart, and his parents rarely looked beyond his grades, but Sis knew there was more to him than math and computers.

Up in the attic, which he had staked his claim several years ago as his room, Matt lay on his back, feeling guilty for keeping his shoes on while in bed, but not guilty enough to stir himself to take them off. He was lost in the netherworld of daydreams where he was the center of attention, where he was a jock, when he heard the car pull in the driveway.

He got up and went to his window, where he could see Sis' beat-up Fiat in the driveway. Sis started to get out when the passenger door opened, too. Wondering who it was, and for a minute envisioning that it had to be Sis' new husband, coming home to meet the family and to take her away forever, Matt felt a wave of relief when he saw it was a girl getting out of the car. As she got out and stretched, Matt saw her face and gasped. He own face burned with a sense of shame and he jumped back as if caught doing something nasty. Falling back on his bed, he tried to calm down.

Truly Simmons! Or as Matt always called her, Truly Scrumptious. He met her after seeing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang as a kid, and the name stuck in his head ever since.

Truly was one of Sis' close friends. Truly was Korean, one of those orphaned kids who came over to the US on a Korean Air baby lift flight when she was a baby and adopted into an American family. She had that exotic look that seemed to fascinate him. With long black hair, she had a firm, almost muscular body, which reflected her athletic activities. She had been on the school soccer, softball, and field hockey teams, and still played at the college level.

She also had full, high tits with large dark nipples. Matt knew this for a fact, and hence his feeling of guilt when he saw her. Last spring, when Sis and Truly were seniors, the two girls decided to sunbathe in the nude to look good for prom and graduation. Matt came home not knowing they were on the back porch, and after grabbing a Doctor Pepper from the fridge, he almost choked to death when he looked out the back window and saw them, Pepper fizz coming up and out of his nose.

Living with his sister, he had caught glimpses of her naked before, and he would have turned away as no biggie. But the site of Truly laying on her back of the towel, sunlight glistening in the tanning oil on her breasts, her belly, her legs, and making little diamonds on her public hair grabbed him like a vise. He was frozen, and couldn't look away. He could see her stomach muscles move as she breathed, and when she laughed at something Sis said, her tits bounced up and down with quick jerks.

Matt felt the familiar pressure of his dick getting hard and pushing against his jeans. Matt always got erections. At school, at home, at the store--it didn't matter. He could be thinking of what to eat, and his stealth dick would roar to life, demanding attention. He would scrunch and try to hide it as it screamed for release.

He had to quit wearing light clothing as cotton slacks could do nothing to rein in the beast. Only heavy jeans had the strength, and even they showed the "bulge."

As he watched Truly, his hands went down to his 501's, and he took his raging boner out. As if in a trance or someone controlled by aliens intent on observing human behavior, he started jacking off.

Now if there was one thing Matt could do, it was jack off. He could do it five or six times a day without problem, and he usually did. Even if he never had a girl, his imagination was pretty strong. And his endless forays onto the internet gave him plenty of material to help him along. Matt sometime thought he was a sexual freak, a pervert, but he couldn't stop.

And he couldn't stop then, standing there in the kitchen watching Truly. His eyes never left her as he stroked himself. He was too ready. In a few seconds, he exploded, jettisoning himself over the kitchen floor. All of a sudden it hit him. Here he was standing in the kitchen, a can of Doctor Pepper in one hand, his dick in the other, while his sister and Truly lay naked a few short yards way. He had to be a pervert. Grabbing a towel, he made a swipe at his mess, then ran upstairs as quick as he could, locking the door after him.

Burning with guilt, he threw himself n his bed. Yet the vision of Truly never left him. He couldn't get the sight of that smooth, beautiful body out of his mind. That picture interjected itself into his head on a regular basis after that. He often masturbated himself to the image, despite the guilt he felt each time.

When he saw Truly after that, he kept picturing her naked. And when she was with Sis and Debbie over at the house the next week, she pinched his butt with a comment about him growing up. Matt yelped and ran out of the room, his face turning red as their laughter followed him out the door and up the stairs.

So to see her here for the first time since Christmas was something of a shock. He knew Sis and Truly were in the same dorm at school, but somehow, he pictured each going their separate ways. Matt knew for a fact that he wouldn't stay close to any of his own high school friends once he went to school, so it just never occurred to him that Sis and Truly would remain close.

Matt really didn't have any close friends at all in school. He wasn't a jock, and he wasn't a druggie. And while smart, he didn't have the social skills to be on the A List. But since he as smart, and since he knew how to turn on a computer, he was accorded membership into the geeks. And since belonging to something was better than nothing, he didn't fight it. But he never felt that close to any of them.

He wanted to feel close to a girl. Any girl. But he never could. Not even the few geek girls, who were his socially acceptable targets for conquest. But Matt was not a conquest kind of guy, and he wasn't a good enough geek to attract a fellow geekette. And he could forget about a druggie, a jock, Bible Beater, or an A List girl. So Matt searched the internet, looking at pictures, listening in on chat lines, always observing, never participating.

His kitchen adventure with Truly was his one sexual experience, if you could call it that. For someone with such a strong drive, Matt just couldn't do anything about it. Eighteen years old and still a virgin.

Truly wasn't the only person Matt daydreamed about. He thought quite a bit of most of the girls on the A List, a couple of the Beaters, and some of the jocks, druggies and geeks. But as Truly was the only one he had seen naked, she invaded his dreams more than most.

And here she was, in his house, evidently planning to stay the week. While kind of excited, Matt also was sure that his dick would give him away at the least opportune moment. Everyone, his mother, his father, Sis, and Truly would know him for the pervert he was.

Matt lay on his bed in a panic. Maybe he could join a the circus for a week. He could hear Sis and Truly go into her bedroom downstairs. Matt did have a little secret that he kept from Sis for some unknown reason. Living in the attic, Matt could hear most of went on in the house. The air vents connected at a junction before connecting to the roof, and Matt could here much of what was said in the other rooms. The words might not be perfectly clear, but he could generally make things out if he listened hard enough.

He could hear the two girls throw their bags down, and the bed creak as they both sat down. They were talking about being relieved to be back and other inanities, so Matt stopped listening. Hearing their murmuring he started imaging being in a bedroom alone with Truly, and like clockwork, up came his dick.

"You promised. You lost the bet" Sis' voice suddenly came clearly through the vent.

"Well, that was a pretty shitty bet," Truly's throaty contralto countered. "It's not fair to bet me when I'm drinking."

"You should have thought…" as her voice trailed off into unintelligible sounds. "…. now get on it. It's not like it's something new. Or have you forgotten about last week? I can't believe ….."

Matt's attention perked up as he wondered what the subject was. Last week? He wondered what that was. Creeping over to the vent, he tried to hear better.

"Charity. Shit. Oh well, if I gotta, I gotta." The bed springs creaked as someone (Truly?) got up. The door opened and closed, then with a click, the radio came on.

Matt went back to the bed and lay down wondering what that was all about. Folding his hands in back of his head, he stared at the ceiling. The excitement of listening in on them turned his thoughts to when he watched them from the kitchen. His erection became even harder, and his right hand went down automatically to stroke it.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Pure panic exploded in him. His pants were unbuttoned, his dick was in his hand, then someone knocks on his door? Instead of pretending he wasn't there, he automatically yanked his sheet from under him and slid under.

"Yes?" his voiced cracked, worse than when he was 13.

The door slowly opened, and Truly came into the room. Matt gasped. This had to be a dream!

She walked in a few steps, hands on her hips, looking at him. Barefoot, her long, tanned legs went up into tight black shorts. With Matt laying down, her mound made a small hill pressing against her shorts right at his eye level. Her flat, exposed belly rose out of her shorts, narrowing at her waist, then flaring out to her solid chest, where a white cotton shirt, tails tied together, seemed to cup her ample breasts. Long neck, and her head cocked to the side, she looked at him with a bemused yet somehow resigned expression, her large eyes, seemingly missing nothing.

Matt froze.

"Hey Matt-boy. Long time no see."

Matt stayed frozen.

"What's the matter? Don't remember me?"

No thaw.

Truly laughed. "Common Matt, can't you at least say hi?"

"Uh, hi."

"Well, I guess this is something of a surprise. It is to me, too. I was going to go to Ft Lauderdale over break, but I decided to come here with Abby, instead."

Truly sighed and rolled her eyes up.

"This is kinda weird, I know," she said softly. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down, her back cantered to him.

Matt hadn't moved. His brain was on overload, and nothing made sense. As Truly sat down, her tits bounced, and Matt could see a glimpse of her right breast through the opening in the buttons. His dick got even harder, if that was possible.

"You know, while at school, I thought about you. A lot. And I was wondering, you know, if you …."

When Truly sat down, her weight pulled the sheet taught, pulling it down on Matt, leaving his monster boner evident as it tried to burst through it. Truly looked down as she was talking, then quit in mid-sentence. She was quiet for a second, then burst out laughing.

Matt died right there. He tried to pull away, but he was trapped by the sheet, by Truly, and by is own mortification.

Truly bent over, hands against her stomach as laughter poured out. She rolled forward, almost falling on the floor. Relieved of her weight, Matt pulled the sheet up lifting it off the mindless traitor, pulling it up almost to his eyes.

Truly stood up and looked back at him, trying to control her laughter.

"No Matt. It's OK. You see, I was here to see if you wanted to fool around. And I didn't know how to put it to you, but I can see you already wanted to "put it" it to me!"

Matt stopped pulling up the sheet. What did she just say? There had to be some misunderstanding here.

With an effort, Truly stopped laughing. She straightened up, and slowly untied her shirt. She stared at him as she undid each button, her breasts becoming exposed like two suns at sunrise. Her left nipple caught the edge of her shirt for a second, holding up the show, until it fell away, as if the nipple pushed it bodily off of it. Unbuttoned, she let it fall to the floor.

"Do you like these?"

Staring at her perfect rounded shapes, and mesmerized by the thumb-sized nipples jutting from them, Matt could only nod mutely.

Truly reached down and unzipped her shorts. As the zipper got lower, he watched her pubic hair appear. The shorts opened wider then dropped to the floor.

Matt didn't know where to look. His eyes went from glorious pussy up to her glorious tits back to her glorious pussy and up to her glorious tits again. Then he remembered that Sis had told him women like to be looked at in their eyes, not like a piece of meat. So he tried to look up to her face, but without much success. Gravity or something kept pulling his eyes downward.

Truly came forward and slid into bed under the sheet, her body nestling up against his. Where her skin touched him, it seemed to Matt as if she was like fire, burning him. She looked at him expectantly.

Matt didn't know what to do. Well, he knew what to do, from a technical aspect, at least, but he didn't know how to proceed. So he stared at her like the village idiot, stiff as a board. Only his throbbing dick moved. At least it had an idea as how to proceed..

"Hello? You here?"

Matt nodded. After a couple of centuries of staring at her, Truly rolled her eyes again, and reached under the covers, placing her hand on his erection. . . . .