I looked out through the kitchen window at the brass colored sun coming down just as the predictable spring drizzle started up, marking little beads on the sill. Always humid in my small town of Louisiana, the drizzle helped to make the town a perfect place for travelers and tourists, aside from being year long winery land. It was 6:47, almost time for my nightly run around town. I looked out again, watching the drizzle stay drizzle, not getting any worse, and I decided that I would go out as usual. It would only be a half an hour, and the conditions didn't look as though they would get too bad. Besides, it would be nice to feel the rain while I was running. A good cool down. I headed upstairs to my room, seeing my dad on the couch reading the paper as he always did, and my step-mother on the treadmill. "I'm going to change for a run, I'll be back soon," I said. My father looked up, and nodded, "As always my dear," he smiled. I smiled back and headed up the stairs to the hallway. I got upstairs and saw the two rooms on the right, and the two to the left. The bathroom and laundry room on the right, my room and my step-brother's, Steve, on the left. My parents' room was the opposite way. As I passed Steve's room, I glanced in, seeing the usual. Band posters all over the walls, clothing all over the floor, and Steve sitting at his computer, typing. He looked out at me with his honey-brown eyes. "Going for a run?" I stopped, fingering the hair tie I had just taken out of my hair, letting the blonde tresses flow loosely over and below my shoulders, "Uh huh." I went into my room and locked the door.

My room, as opposed to my brother's, was perfect. Orderly, organized, and.well, perfect! What did you expect? Not to sound conceded, but I was the most gorgeous girl in my school, possibly in the town. I knew it, everyone knew it, whether they admitted it or not. I was the dream of even the pickiest man. Every guy at school wanted some of me. Not like they were getting any. I was a pure virgin, and I planned to stay that way until marriage. Not that I hadn't unzipped a few guys' pants before. I stopped at the mirror covering my walk-in closet door and looked myself over with my sky blue eyes as I always did. I was wearing tight, low-rise jeans and a tight red top which went down low, just exposing the top of my large, full breasts, and went down onto my tight, toned stomach. The space between my top and my jeans was wide, and I liked it that way, as it showcased the flat stomach that so many girls at my school envied. The overly tight jeans displayed perfectly sized and toned legs, long and tan. With a nod of approval I sighed and went inside my closet, picking up my work-out gear. A tight black top and short red shorts. I went back out and started to change. I realized that my blinds were open. I stopped changing, and sporting just my lacey red panties, closed them. I knew full well that all my neighbors, even maybe the married ones, wouldn't mind getting a look, and I knew that I shouldn't take the chance. I was a good girl.or so I thought.then. Once I had finished changing, I made my way back downstairs. "I'm going," I breathed. "Okay hon," Mom said. I opened the door and stepped out into the soft rain.