Her sister, by contrast, was very feminine, with a soft, willowy body, large round breasts and a fawning manner around boys. She got straight As in school and wanted nothing to do with exercise.

Amy followed current fashions with the dedication of a broker following the market, while Meghan herself wore little other than jeans and t-shirts.

She stepped on the gas a little, speeding up and increasing the force of the wind lashing against her sister's magazine. Amy didn't seem to notice, but obviously found it more difficult to keep the magazine straight and her long light skirt from flapping.

Meghan herself was wearing cutoffs and a tank top with no bra. Those who knew her and saw her dressed like that would think nothing of her, figuring that she simply didn't care how she looked. That wasn't exactly true. Though she preferred jeans and shorts, tank tops and t-shirts, Meghan was quite aware of what the effect would be on the males around her.

The cutoffs, for example, were faded, and quite tight, revealing her rounded buttocks and long, slim legs. The tank top was cropped below the breasts, showing her strong, flat belly, and pulled tight across her high, firm breasts.

Oh, she was aware, all right. Comfort wasn't the only reason she sometimes dressed like this.

People who knew her would probably be astonished at some of the fantasies she'd had, some of the thoughts which sometimes crept into her mind. She had never done anything about any of them, of course. Getting all naked with some guy and letting him touch her… do things to her… was simply too embarrassing to contemplate seriously.

Anyway, guys were so immature that he'd probably blab to the whole school, the whole neighborhood. She'd been waiting for some mature, hunky guy to experiment on, but now…

Now she was going to some small town where everyone minded everyone else business and where she'd have to search hard and carefully for a discreet… friends. In the meantime she'd just remain celibate.