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Sally, The Girl Next Door

... not want to be late picking up Sally for our first date. It was just a few minutes before seven PM when I knocked on Sally's door. Her mother answered the door and invited me in. She told me, “Sally is just about ready. She's been busily getting ready for your date almost since she came in. I'm sure she'll be down any time now.” She then shouted up the stairway, “Sally, Billy is here.” Sally excitedly called back. “I'll be down in just a minute. I'm just finishing my hair.” It took her more like five minutes. But, when she came down the stairs, seeing Sally was well worth the wait. I almost didn't recognize my date. The first thing I noticed was her hair. I was used to seeing Sally with her hair looking wild. This time her auburn hair was perfectly brushed out and lay in waves over her shoulders. She had used just enough make-up to mute but not hide her freckles. Her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle. A broad smile lit up her face. She had applied a light coating of lip gloss. As I lowered my gaze, I noticed she was wearing a dark blue summer dress. The dress had a V neckline which offered a nice view of her ample cleavage. The advantage of her extra weight was she had a substantial pair of breasts. The light weight material of the dress fit Sally's form rather loosely and came down to just above her knees. Finally, she was wearing a pair of black patent leather shoes. All in all, Sally looked very nice. Sally seemed very nervous. I had never seen her wear anything other than ...

... sweats or denim. As I gazed at her, her smile faded somewhat. “Sally, you look fantastic. If I had known you looked this good, I would have asked you out a long time ago. If I had known that slapping around a couple of punks would have gotten me such a great looking date, I would have hunted them down a lot sooner as well.” Sally blushed and her smile returned as she said, “You really think I look okay, Billy?” “No! Sally, I think you look great.” Sally ran up to me. I bent over and she kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Billy. You have always been so nice to me. I wanted to look my best for our date tonight.” Sally's mother kissed my other cheek and said, “Billy, I want to thank you too for all you've done for Sally. Now you two get going and have a good time. Sally doesn't have a curfew, just don't be out too late.” I replied as Sally and I walked out the door, “We won't be too late.” I took Sally to one of the nicer restaurants in town where we sat in a corner booth. We both had steak and shrimp for dinner. Our conversation was light and avoided the violence that had occurred earlier that afternoon. It almost became embarrassing as Sally continued to gush her appreciation of my treating her so well as we had grown up and now taking her out on her first real date. I couldn't resist an occasional glance at her exposed cleavage. Her ample breasts seemed to be trying to escape the confines of her dress. When Sally caught me looking at her chest, she blushed then smiled at me. She asked, ...