It's been awhile since I have seen him. I didn't know he was back in town and I'm sure he didn't know I still lived here. My parents passed away and I didn't want to go anywhere. I was picking up drinks to carry outside to the party, I was having a cookout and I invited friends over, I almost dropped the drinks when I saw him. How did he get here? Who invited him? He must not have known who's house he was at. If he knew he wouldn't have come. Squaring my shoulders I walked outside across the patio and set the drinks on the table. He still didn't notice me. I could see why. The town bicycle was hanging on his arm. She would giggle and rub her tits into his arm. He would chuckle and pinch her cheek.
People gathered around the grill and waited for hamburgers or whatever was cooking. The pools water reflected all the light making the sun seem brighter. I guess sun and booze don't mix well. Soon everyone was in the house. He still doesn't know I'm here, that he is in my backyard. While everyone entertains themselves I check him out. I almost didn't recognize him because of his body, it changed. More muscular, manly, makes me wanna moan just looking at him. I envy the whore hanging all over him. Just imagining my hand running over his chest, my hard nipples rubbing his arm, and him standing between my legs makes my clit throb. He still has that dark dark hair and gorgeous green eyes, flawless face, and tight ass. He could have become an underwear model. Better yet, a stripper. Omigod he's so sexy. He got taller. The whore is rubbing his crotch, that's when he decides to look at me. The laughter in his eyes fade. He becomes serious and pushes her hand away. I cant move, my feet are glued to the floor. He moves away from the whore and walks towards me. I panic and turn into the house.
I remember what happened last time when we were alone. We dated in high school, was with him until the last month or so. We touched and pleasured each other, but never fucked. I was scared to. He thought me a tease and a bitch the third time I refused him. He broke up with me after that. Since then we haven't seen each other. We were still young, but now we were older and more mature. I go to the living room and sit down on the couch. He follows me inside. I look at what the others are watching. Its not interesting. He sits next to me. Slowly but surely he gets closer and closer. I cant take the silence. That's when he spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
Fidgeting, "I live here. This is my place. What are you doing here? Who invited you?"
