Isn’t it every guy’s fantasy to bag two sisters? Better yet, at the same time? And even better yet, if they are twins – and at the same time? Come on, fellas. Right? I can’t say I slept with twins, though I have claimed that indeed I had, like every half-wit braggart. And I didn’t sleep with two sisters at the same time. But it was kind of great to roll Wendy, who was a junior, and Jill, her sister, who was a freshman in the same night.

It was Jill first. She was dark, quiet, mysterious – a bundle of sexual clich’s that nonetheless were irresistible. She was also incredibly horny, as it turns out. It was as if she didn’t waste her time and energy with small talk and getting the favor of all the guys. She zeroed in on one guy. Tonight, it was me, lucky me. I mistook her reserve, as we danced on the floor of Beta, as shyness or boredom: Then we went to her room, and she just crushed me with her passion. She knew precisely what she wanted, and asked for it – no, she demanded it. Jill, sweet quite Jill, was wild.

On the other hand, there was her older sister, Wendy, and I had known her for a while. We were drinking buddies. She was outgoing, popular with all the guys. We got a little sloppy one night and went for a roll. Wendy was half the lover of her sister, though she had two years on her. She was kind of, well, blah. I figured that, with her outgoing personality, she would be good fun. But, no.

Then, for a fraternity party, I invited Wendy as my ‘date.’ We had a good time, headed back to her place and went at it. She fell asleep, and I returned to the fraternity. It was 3 in the morning, and there was Jill, on the dance floor. When the tune ended, she came over to me. We danced a little, and then she wanted to leave. And, man was she great. Wendy and Jill, two sisters, two different women, in one night. Just right.