This story is a work of fiction despite being inspired by true events. Any similarity to real people living or dead is coincidental. All characters involved are 21 or older.
************
Background: Dominic (our narrator) was good friends with the lead female throughout high school. Despite there being an attraction, it never went anywhere. Dominic, having returned from college on holiday, throws a big coming home party with his hometown friends.
My parties are legendary. By no means was I a jock but I hung out in many circles and I knew how to throw a party. Having a large house in a quiet neighborhood made it easy to host for several people. Tonight, I expected no less than 30 to show up but the way my friends work, it'll probably be over 60 before the night is over.
As I'm showering, a text comes in from the only girl I made sure to personally invite. "Hey, I'm outside" it read as I wiped off the fogged screen with my wet hands. She didn't like bad grammar, even in text. It was a girl who I had to coax a little to come. She had exams soon and didn't want to give up studying. She gave it up for me, though so I felt like that meant something. I hurried out of the shower, grabbing pants. I always found it rude to leave people waiting, especially women. I wasn't wearing underwear underneath, I barely dried off, my hair still dripping and I said fuck a shirt.
When I went to greet my friend I noticed she was not alone, she brought a friend. This wasn't rude in any way. To me the more the merrier and she knew that and probably thought she wouldn't know anyone. I walked down the concrete driveway, still dripping, my body glistening. I purposefully flexed some. When I saw them I realized how much I had grown in my time away. They were both short. Short compared to me anyway. One I towered over, Stephanie (the one who texted), and the other, Danalyn, was maybe to my forehead but also wearing heels that were probably three or four inches tall. I had come out of my house shirtless and still wet from the shower. I didn't like to keep people waiting but I also didn't know what to wear yet. Plus, I wanted to show off my well-toned body. I had been working hard to get as bulky as I had been and the last time I saw Stephanie, I was skin and bones. Literally I had gone from 120 with almost no muscle to 160 of bulky yet slender muscle and a very defined six pack. Some people called it my "twelve and a half pack". I didn't just go out to show off my new body. I went out because I got too excited.
I had a crush on Stephanie for years. We went out on a few dates. When I finally built up the courage to kiss her in a movie theatre, she cried. She literally cried for the rest of the movie and didn't say one word to me after. It was in the top 3 most awkward dates I think I have ever been on.
Like always, Stephanie didn't dress up much. She had on a black tank top that showed off what little cleavage she had being an A cup and jean booty shorts. Her tattoos showed down her arms and across her upper chest. Her choppy brunette hair covered most of her porcelain skin leaving mystery to the tattoos for now. Danalyn, on the other hand, I had never met before. Right from the get-go she was interested in me though. I could see her looking me up and down like a piece of meat. I thought that meant she was shallow. I preferred a girl who at least didn't show how impressed by my body she was. It gives me motivation to try harder. I do have to say that she was honest.
Danalyn was a stereotypical preppy girl. She wore high heels to a bon fire, heavy makeup that you figured would make her look different when it came off, a short dress that showed off the bottom of her ass if she even leaned over the slightest bit and cleavage out the top that made her boobs look fake, it must've been 20 bracelets on the same arm and a purse that you could fit a small dog in that matched her dress. She had long black hair and mocha skin that made her look Hispanic. I later found out she was, in fact, Hispanic.
Stephanie was much more of the goth girl. She got out of the car with heavy dark eye makeup that made her emerald eyes look huge but she didn't need make up to be naturally beautiful. She had a hoop septum piercing that made her look like a bull. Her outfit wasn't as flashy as Danalyn's but just as flattering. Her jeans that gave her some surprising curves that I had never seen on her before. She saw me walk up and flashed me a huge smile almost laughing at me for my ridiculous show of manhood. I yelled out invitingly "Hey guys! Thanks for showing up!"
They yelled back appreciatively as they walked up my driveway. "You're looking good Dominic! I haven't seen you in a while." Stephanie said to me sincerely.
"Thanks! It's been too long." I said as I hugged her purposely getting her wet. "Sorry for the wetness." I said giving her a knowing look. She laughed. "I was just in the shower getting ready for you pretty ladies to get here. Didn't want to smell bad, ya know!?" I looked at Danalyn and she was starting to get a little uncomfortable, like I was leaving her out.
Stephanie intervened, realizing she hadn't introduced us yet "Oh shit! Right! This is Danalyn! Fuck! My bad, chick." Stephanie was blushing so hard. I already felt accomplished. I made her forget her friend was there.
"It's okay sweetie. Nice to meet you Dominic. Would you mind escorting us to where the festivities are taking place? You don't need to put a shirt on just yet." Danalyn said very flirtatiously with a hungry smile. She knew what she wanted. So did I and it wasn't her but I enjoyed the compliment.
"No, it's okay. I don't want to show my body off to the whole party. Steph can show you where the deck is at. She's been here before. I'll be back there in just a second. Just let me know if you need anything." I said with a subconscious wink.
I rounded the corner and heard Danalyn say "Ooh girl, where did you find him!? He is yummy!"
Stephanie replied with a non-chalant "Yeah, I guess." I could feel her blush from far away. It was her tone of voice but what she said challenged me.
I got dressed and went to my party around back. The girls were dancing together when I got there. I was flirting with the both of them all night. It was a reflex for me. Stephanie it came naturally because I had crushed on her for years now. With Danalyn it was just fear of being rude. She was flirting with me so hard that I flirted back in fear that she would want to leave and take Stephanie with her. So I flirted. We all made s'mores on the bon fire, playfully fed each other (shoving it in each other's faces), cleaned off all the sticky marshmallow from each other's face and acted like there wasn't more of a party behind us. Like there was no one else there.
Eventually something happened. Danalyn got a call from a family member or friend and urgently had to leave early. Whoever she was on the phone with was already coming to get her. Her dad got into a car accident I think. It was bad but she told Stephanie to stay and she meant it unlike most girls. I walked Danalyn out to her car like a good host should. Halfway down the driveway she ran to the car. She was in a hurry and left me with Stephanie. She turned back and blew a kiss and screamed "Nice meeting you! Thank you for everything!" waved and closed the door.