Chapter 1

What do you do for fun if you are a teenager in the smallest town, in the smallest county of the state? We have six golf courses in the county, then there are three peewee golf games, a bingo hall, a bowling alley, a skating rink and a mall in our town. But there’s only one gas station.

Golf is for adults, peewee golf is for parents to take their little kids to, a bingo game is, by nature, boring, a bowling alley is for old drunks, and a skating rink is where you go to impress your girlfriend. That leaves the mall, because nobody hangs out at gas stations anymore.

Our mall is the only one in three counties. It is rather large and friendly ... except on Friday and Saturday nights. That’s when the teenagers pounce on it and turn it into a living hell for shop owners. The biggest reason for the trouble is that the mall services three counties ... and eight high schools full of teenagers.

We didn’t know any of that part. We had made the rounds of everything else ... except the golf course. That is Dad’s thing. As we were growing up, we did them all. I perfected my golfing to 6 out of 10 holes in one, and I can skate like a pro. I even got to where I could get at least one strike per game.

BORING!!!

What we really lived for was the day that we could go to the mall with all of our friends. The problem we had was not our parents. It was the mall management. You see, they implemented a rule a few years ago that you had to be accompanied by an adult, or be fourteen and have a high school ID. We were thirteen, but we weren’t in high school yet.

I have been told that the mall was the place to meet girls. It’s not that we don’t have any. It’s the selection that we have. We have some girls in our school that even Purina wouldn’t want to feed. Ugh. I know that sounds like an exaggeration, but you’d have to see them to believe me.

We turned fourteen the day we graduated from eighth grade. We had to wait until we could register for high school to get an ID. That was the longest summer of our lives. The week of registration finally came and we went the first day. We walked out with that all-too-precious ID in our hands. Now, we were somebody.

I guess I should mention that the ‘we’ that I have been talking about is my two sisters and me. We are triplets, born five minutes apart.

I was out the chute first, followed by Eve, then Kay. My name is Dan. Our parents had a thing for three letter names.

That long week went past, and then it was Friday night. I put on a good shirt and some jeans. I had my hair cut and combed, and had some of Dad’s after shave on. My shoes were even clean. Mom and Dad decided to go out too, but they were going to see a movie. That was about a mile from the mall. We had their cell numbers, just in case.

We had to wait on our parents to get dressed, and I think they were teasing us by being slow. We were gathered in the family room, waiting on them. Mom came in once and I was disappointed that she hadn’t even started to get ready.

“We need to do something,” Eve said. “I am so jittery.”

Kay was just as bad.

“Yeah. We know what happens when you get jittery.”

Eve stopped pacing and looked at her. Then she smiled.

“We could,” she said.

“Now? Right here?” Eve asked.

“Why not? They’ll be another hour or so. They won’t know.”

By this time, they were face to face and smiling.

“Do what?” I asked.

They both turned and looked at me.

“Or him,” Kay said.

“What are you two talking about?”

They both stepped over by me and they each took an arm. They walked me over and had me against a wall.

“We both have this problem, you see. When we get nervous...” she hesitated. “ ... we get horny.”

“You what?”

“You know what horny means, right?”

“Uh ... yeah.”

“I think it’s something about the excitement of getting the jitters,” Eve said. “It works on us until we just have to let go. Usually, it’s with each other.”

“Wait. You two are...”

“We call it being lovers,” she said.

“Then why are you pinning me against the wall?”

“Because, dear brother, we have never had a boy touch us. We would like it very much if you would.”

“But Mom and Dad are right upstairs. What if they come down here and catch us?”

“Does that mean that you will?” Kay asked. “We’ll show you what to do.”

“We’ll ... Uh ... Watch for them and...”

They had matching dresses on. The dresses were straight, with no decorations. They just came down to about three inches below the bottom of their ass cheeks. Under that, they had on shorts. If they stood still, it looked as if they only had on the dress. The dresses were tight too.