Peaches and Cream


If you’re wondering why I called this story Peaches and Cream. Have you ever met a girl that had the complexion of peaches and Cream, and a body to match? That I found out later.
I was eighteen years old, and a senior in high school. We lived on a farm in the country.
One day a new family moved into a farm down the road, about a mile from our farm.
Our bus driver lived down the road the other way, so that meant I was the first one on in the mornings , and the last one off at night. Oh how I hated to ride the bus that far in hot weather. We could pull the windows down for air, but it didn’t help that much.
The bus picked me up the next morning as usual, I was curious whether the new family had any kids going to school.
As the driver moved down the road, I saw one person standing by their driveway. The bus stopped, he opened the door, and the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, came into the bus.
My heart stopped, and I’m sure my mouth fell open. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, then she sat in the seat across from me.
I’m sure she noticed I was staring at her, I couldn’t help myself.
I was trying to figure out how old she might be. Some place in the neighborhood of sixteen to eighteen, I’m thinking.
Her breasts were about thirty six -d Her waist was about 24, and her hips was about thirty two or three. What ever it was it looked good to me.
I was wondering whether to try and make conversation with her or not. She was so pretty, she may not talk to me.
“What’s your name?” I asked, “my name is Jim.”
She looked at me and smiled, “It’s Sally,” she said, “what grade are you in Jim?”
“I’m a senior this year,” he told her.
“How about that, I’m a senior to,” she said, “this is my first day.”
“I know,” Jim said , he was so tongue tied, he could hardly get the words out, all he could think about was what she would look like with her clothes off.
The rest of the trip was silent, I would give her an occasional look, but she was intent on some book she was reading.
All through class I couldn’t get my mind off her. I would find myself wondering.
Came time to go home, I walked to the bus, and she was right behind me getting on. I went to my usual seat and sat down. I looked at her and smiled, “would you like to sit with me?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
I got up and let her sit on the inside seat, when we sat back down our legs touched, I didn’t try to move and neither did she.