Fear of Falling...In Love

Shane pulled up to his sister’s house, parking his truck in front of the mailbox. He stepped out, grabbing his duffel, and started toward the house. 

“Three women in one house, two that aren’t my sister, all college girls, and I’m here for a week,” Shane said to himself. He looked up towards the heavens, mouthing “Thank you, God,” before ringing the doorbell. 

The door swung open, and one of his sister’s roommates stood there. Kelly, he remembered seeing her in a picture, stood about 5'4", weighed around 140 pounds, and had shoulder length red hair. She had a soft, supple figure, curving slightly around the waist, with nice, C-Cup breasts. Kelly was wearing a Southern Girls t-shirt, and a pair of old jeans. “She’s carrying a few extra pounds, but damn, she carries them well,” thought Shane.

“Hi, you must be Shane. I’m Kelly, one of your sister’s roommates.” She reached her hand out.

Shane accepted the handshake. “Yes ma’am, I saw a picture that you guys took a little while ago.”

“Hey now! Drop that ma’am stuff. I’m not that much older than you are.” Kelly blushed, her freckles standing out against her deeply reddened face.

“I know, excuse me. It’s force of habit.” Shane followed Kelly inside the doorway, and sat his duffel down out of the way. He took his hat off, dropping it on top of the bag.

“Well, well. A man with manners. That’s unusual in a college town.” Kelly walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. “Do you want something to drink, Shane?”

He stepped through the dining room, meeting her in the kitchen. “Sure, got any Bud Ice?”

Kelly shut the door to the ‘fridge, handing him a Mountain Dew. “Sure, here it is. It just comes in a new can, and it looks and tastes different.” 

Shane had to smile. “Very cool. You’re quick with a quip, and you’re not afraid to give a lame sounding comeback. I guess you’re ok, for an older gal.” 

Kelly gasped in shock, and hit Shane in the arm. “What did I say about the old cracks?” She turned around and walked off towards the living room. 

“God, she has one sexy looking butt.” Shane thought to himself. He ran into the living room to make sure she knew he was just kidding. “Kelly, I was just joking. I thought you were a kidder, like me. I’m sorry if I upset you.” 

She kept flipping through the channels, ignoring Shane, letting him stew. 

Just then, his sister walked in. “Shane, when did you get here? I saw your dirty old truck on the street, make sure they don’t tow it with the trash, tomorrow’s the pick up day.” Jessica liked cracking on her brother’s truck. He was proud of it, 4-Wheel drive, extended cab, the works. 

“Jessica, don’t make fun of my truck, just cause you drive the midget mobile.” He pointed through the door to her Volkswagen Beetle. “And, there’s a truck as big as mine in the backyard, looks like it just got washed. Which one of you goes out with the guy that owns it?”

“Oh, Shane, that’s not one of our boyfriend’s trucks. That’s Kelly’s.” Jessica said, feeling the air Shane sucked in from his surprise.

“You mean, that...that truck....it’s huge....Kelly, you drive....but....” Shane kept babbling, amazed by this bit of news. Kelly couldn’t help smiling, Shane couldn’t see her face on this side of the couch.

Jessica was still smiling. “Here, follow me, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

Shane grabbed his gear, still looking towards Kelly, amazed at how attracted he was to her.

Shane dropped his gear on the floor, sitting at the computer desk. “Wait, sis, that awesome truck, is Kelly’s?” 

Jessica simply nodded. 

“Wow. Gorgeous, funny, and a killer truck. Is Kelly seeing anyone?” Shane asked, serious as a heart attack.

“Whoa now, hold on sport. Kelly is older than you are, don’t 
get any ideas.

Shane stood up, facing his sister. “But Jessy, she’s so awesome. What’s so bad about me maybe asking her out while I’m here?” 

“Shane, she’s too old, no!” Jessica sat at the computer, booting up her E-Mail. “Besides, I know you have all the girls at school falling all over you.”

“Oh bull shit!” Shane blurted out, before he could stop himself. “I...I mean, no way. None of the girls back home like me. I’m not hot enough, rich enough, sexy enough, take your pick.” Shane stood almost 6' tall, but his weight was up there in numbers, too. He weighed in around 215 pounds, but filled out to a degree that he didn’t look fat, just big. He had dirty blonde hair that got shaggy when it grew out, and piercing blue eyes.

“Shane, you’re very attractive, those girls are just 
idiots.” Jessica flipped through her E-Mail, turning back to look at Shane now and then.

“Yeah, whatever. So, where am I gonna sleep?” Shane sat up, looking towards his sister imploringly. “Plus, I need a shower.”

“Well, I’m going to sleep on the pull out couch, and you can crash in here.” She motioned around her bedroom. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way! I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Shane grabbed his bag, standing up to walk back out of the room.

“Wait, Shane, you’re a guest here, and I give my guests my room, and I sleep on the couch. I always do this.” Jessica looked at her brother, seeing his stubborn side coming out.

“No way sis. Besides, I can’t sleep in here anyway.” Shane looked up at the walls and shelves, covered in stuffed animals and unicorns. “Your room at home always gave me the creeps, too.”

Jessica punched him in the arm. “Fine, if that’s how you want it, you can take the lumpy couch! But, leave your stuff in here, don’t have it in the living room, cluttering it up.”