Three thirty racks, three handles of vodka, and three fifths of rum. That should be enough. Jacob thought to himself as he looked at the alcohol sitting on the pool chair. Jacob had never thrown a party before, but with his parents going out of town so close to the end of his senior year of high school, he had nothing to lose. He had been accepted to USC, his dream university, so he didn't have to worry about school anymore. All he had to worry about was finishing off his year with a bang.
And hopefully a literal bang, not just a figurative one. Jacob felt his cock twitch in his board shorts at the faintest thought of sex. He got a handjob once Sophomore year, but that was the extent of his sexual history. Tonight would be the night though. If he couldn't get laid while hosting a drunken end of year pool party, he never would.
Jacob was daydreaming of the bikini clad vixens that would be splashing each other in his pool in a couple of hours when he heard the doorbell ring from inside.
Shit. He thought. Digging his nails into his palm and trying to dispel the image of dewey bouncing breasts from his mind, Jacob adjusted his semi chub out of sight. That's probably Callie.
Callie wasn't Jacob's closest friend, but definitely his oldest. They had lived next door to each other since they were both six years old. Growing up and hitting puberty had gotten in the way of them remaining as close as they once were, but whenever they hung out they were right back in the swing of things as if they were 11 years old again.
Before he was able to fully delete the images of wishful thinking, the faceless, micro-bikini covered body swimming through his mind morphed into Callie. It wasn't too big of a shift, because as soon as Callie had grown tits, her body had become the template of many of Jacob's fantasies.
She was the stereotype of the California girl. Her brown hair had bleached to a dirty blonde over the years spent in the sun and parted around a cute narrow nose and plump lips. Her cascading hair fell past her cleavage and ended where her small nipples poked out of her ample c-cup breasts. Jacob was lucky enough to know this because one night after a day in the pool, Callie had forgotten a bra. When they went inside to watch a movie, instead of the screen Jacob stared at her rock hard nipples poking through her shirt in the cold AC. The image and diagram of Callie's breasts were burned into his mind forever after that. Under her top, was a tight, toned waist and long athlete's legs. She would fit right in at USC when they went up there together next year.
No matter how many times Jacob had masturbated to the thought of Callie's body, however, he would never make a move. She was much too good of a friend, and there was way too much history there, for Jacob to do more than use his imagination.
Jacob headed to the front, checked that his boner wasn't visible, and swung open the door.
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Callie applied a small dab of lipgloss and smacked her lips at herself in the mirror. She took a brief look at herself before she smiled, nodded, took a deep breath, and headed out of her bathroom. She looked good.
Her new swimsuit was the skimpiest she had ever bought. A good dose of side and underboob was showing under the fabric, the cheeky bottoms made her ass look fantastic, and no matter what she did you could see the subtle outline of her pussy. Just because it was a modest amount of clothing, didn't mean it didn't take her long to get ready though. A long shower of washing her hair and shaving her arms, legs, and everything in between, was followed by drying and styling her hair and a meticulous makeup application.
Callie was going to look hot as fuck for this pool party for one reason. She was finally going to have sex. As good looking as she was, she could have popped her cherry whenever she wanted, but she wanted to wait. A blowjob or handy here and there had kept the word prude out of people's mouths, and she was always welcoming of a hand or mouth up her skirt, but she was waiting for the right person to go all the way.
That changed when she was accepted to USC. She had heard from her upperclassmen friends that had gone on to one of the biggest party schools in the nation, and they all said the same thing. Make sure you are ready. There were countless hot guys in LA that had tasted the finest nectar Southern California has to offer, so she has to have something to contribute other than just good looks.
So that was Callie's plan today. Get drunk, and get laid.
Before she headed out the door, she quickly took off her swimsuit. What you lose with sexiness is comfortability. She threw a white t-shirt on and wrapped an equally bright white sarong around her waist. The sarong was cute and the slit down the side showed just the right amount of leg. It would make for a show stopping moment when she took it off. The white tee was nothing special. She had had it forever and it was too small at this point, but it would come off and the suit would go on as soon as people got to Jacobs.
The party was supposed to start at five pm, and the clock read three.
May as well go over and help set up like I promised. Callie thought. She didn't bother putting on shoes, and headed out the door to Jacob's.
When the door opened, a blast of cold air from the AC hit Callie like a wall.
Before she could say anything, she was surprised by a few butterflies appearing in her stomach.
Jacob was standing in nothing but board shorts and flip flops. He must have started working out without her realizing it, because all his muscles were defined. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, but his lean frame had obvious biceps, pecs, shoulders, and abs. Could she also see a bigger bulge than usual? Callie felt a slight tingle between her legs and her nipples harden under her shirt.
She didn't know if her hardening nipples were from the cold or her libido, so before Jacob could say anything she blurted out.
"Jesus it's fucking freezing in there. I'm not going in, I'll go around the side." She spun around and quickly got out of view.
What the fuck was that. She thought. For a moment the idea of losing her virginity to Jacob danced into her mind, but she abandoned that idea immediately. He was her oldest friend, she wasn't going to risk that for anything.
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When Jacob opened the door for Callie, all efforts of hiding his boner flew out the window. She was standing there dripping with sex. The first thing he noticed after her shimmering lips, was the tight white top stretched across her tits. She couldn't have been wearing a bra with how clearly her nipples were poking through. Unfortunately, he didn't get more than a glimpse before she said something about the side gate and hurried off.
He forced his heart out of his throat and went around back. Callie was already standing by the booze with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Nice haul!" She said as he sidled up next to her. "Who got it for you?"
"Caleb's older brother, he hooked it up." Jacob responded.
Any initial awkwardness was gone, and they were back to old friends. Callie's nipples retracted and Jacob's dick softened as they got to chatting about school, finals, and the upcoming party.
"Hey, you want a drink!" Jacob offered, after what he realized was an un-hostly amount of time.
"Yeah, let's take a shot then take a couple beers to the roof."
Callie and Jacob had been hanging out on his roof for years. It was a great place to smoke a joint without his parents ever knowing. Jacob grabbed a couple of red cups and poured some vodka into them. After a cheers, they both put them back.
Both Callie and Jacob erupted into coughing fits.
"Oh my God that is revolting. What the fuck is that." Callie gasped through coughs.
"What did you expect, princess? Grey Goose? It's in a plastic bottle." Jacob struggled out as he recovered.
Callie laughed through a cough and hit Jacob in the chest with a small fist. Unfortunately, Jacob was a breath too close to the side of the pool, and just a half step back to absorb the blow was enough to send him tumbling in with a splash. When he emerged, he saw Callie doubled over with laughter.
