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There she was. “Come in Brenda!” Glen Simmons absently
shouted.
Brenda Porter, the freshman girl who had freaked out at
her bus stop shyly entered the room. Glen wondered why
he didn’t remember her from the junior high school, then
remembered this was the transfer student who had just
started at Bentson High. He pointed to the seat, which
she took, careful to keep the hem of her red spandex
miniskirt under her thighs.
She was a pretty pony tailed brunette, about 5′ 4″, with
coltish slim hips and a small bust, which she
accentuated with a midriff-baring sleeveless navy knit
top. She wore saucy little three-inch red heels and
precious white socks with elaborate lace trimmings, and
her legs were smooth and shiny.
Brenda was just starting to blossom into full-fledged
femininity, with a bright pouty red lipsticked mouth,
mascara’ed hazel eyes with thin plucked brows and
lightly highlighted cheeks. Cute face too– delicate
bone structure with a longish look and a short pointy
chin and a pair of dimples to die for. A typical
fourteen year old girl even down to the braces which she
revealed as she gave him a respectful smile.
Well, maybe not so typical. She reminded him of someone
but he couldn’t think who at the moment. And she did
dress a little provocatively for fourteen– a veritable
Lolita in that form-fitting top and tight spandex mini.
But Glen had to be honest– he hadn’t the slightest idea
of what teen fashion held sway at present. Maybe this
was considered “in.”
