The phone rang at twenty minutes to nine and Wanda Carstairs groaned with disappointment as she went to answer it. She would have to be in bed early again tonight, the second time this week and it was only Thursday!

"Hello, baby? This is Karen," Wanda's big sister's sultry voice said on the other end of the line. "I'm entertaining a visitor tonight, honey, so ft's bed by nine for y'all right away, okay?"

"All right," Wanda said reluctantly, too well mannered to sass her older sister. "See y'all in the mornin'!"

Wanda hung up and began tidying up the small apartment she and Karen shared. The place was boxy, with paper-thin walls and ugly furniture that was part of the cheap rent, but the two girls kept it as neat as a pin and did what they could with Karen's meager earnings to make it more homey.

As soon as she had picked up the evening paper and arranged it atop the neat pile in the magazine stand, Wanda turned out all of the lights except for the one on the end table by the couch and went to her tiny bedroom. The girl's heart was beating faster as she thought about her plan for what seemed like the millionth time.

Wanda removed the hand-me-down skirt and blouse she was wearing and unsnapped her bra. She looked in the mirror on top of her cheap veneer dresser and saw that her boobs were larger than usual tonight, pumped up by the excitement she felt as she toyed with the idea of staying up and watching – spying on – Karen and her "visitor"!

Coming closer to the dresser as she stepped out of her skirt, Wanda saw in the glass that her tiny nipples were thrust outward like bee sting swells on the end of her bobbing tits. Feeling them curiously, Wanda sighed with surprise as a hot flash of feeling shot down into her virginal cunt. Wanda was a late developer, unlike sister Karen, and the searing, fantastic feeling her own fingers caused on her pulling nipples was a revelation to the ripening-bodied teenager.