How Mildred became Millie (edited) - Sex Stories

How Mildred became Millie (edited)

How Mildred Became Millie Chapter 1 - The Lessons

The sun was rapidly warming my bedroom when I finally awoke after my first good night's sleep in a week or more. I rolled over and looked at my watch, it was already 10 AM. I was still somewhat tired and might have been able to go back to sleep for another hour or so, but the increasing heat indicated that it was time to get up.

The reason for my poor sleep in the days before was pulling several all-nighters in my panic efforts to finish out my freshman year at college without flunking out. This last-minute panic was entirely my fault for enjoying too many spring parties. Of course, I resolved to do better next year - assuming, of course, that there was a next year. Another reason for the hot morning was that the college I attended had experienced a major fire in a key building over the previous summer. Our start of classes was thus moved back, so that classes had ended late in June

So, I'm Matt and I have two great parents, Alicia and Matthew (I'm named for him, but he always went by the full name) plus an older sister, Karen, and a younger sister, Becky. We live in a nice neighborhood on the edge of a medium-sized town. The town center isn't very far away, but we back up to some nice open woods that lead down to a river.

When I finally stumbled groggily down the stairs to the kitchen, my sister, Karen, was there to greet me. "Welcome home, looks like you pulled a few all-nighters at the end of your ...

... semester". I said, "Yeah, how did you know?" "You look just like I must have looked after my first year at college. Too many spring parties perhaps?

"You got that right, but I think I managed to not flunk out, so I will get a chance to do better next year."

"When I heard you stirring, I put some coffee on. Would you like some eggs and bacon, or will it just be cereal?"

"Eggs and bacon sound great, but why such royal treatment?"

"Because you're my brother, and I can totally relate to how you're feeling right now. College has been great for me, and I too worried that I might not make it past my first year. So, I gratefully drank my coffee, ate the breakfast my sister cooked, and finally began to finally feel 'normal' again.

Before I had finished my second cup of coffee, my mother returned, having dropped Becky off to do a community service project with her high school class - picking up garbage along one of the state highways that run through our town. She would be back for lunch, though.

Karen then suggested that she and I should take a walk down to the river to breathe and get some fresh, if warm, air. I agreed that I needed to 'get off my butt' after all my studying. I was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Karen had on some tights and a t-shirt. She then said she was going to change into something more appropriate for the now-warm morning. She soon returned from her room wearing some very short shorts and a tank top that didn't reach all that far below her ...