It was just a party. My buddy Mike had called, saying he had a pony keg and was having some friends over.
Middle of the week to top it off, I had to work the next day.
I wasn't in the mood to get blasted on beer and what I knew I would feel like afterwards, so I begged off.
"You are going to miss out, come on by when you change your mind."
Mike knows me well, I guess.
Later that evening, I was sitting clicking the TV channels, cop shows and dead people with closeups of blood, gunfights with guns that never run out of ammo.
Bored, I counted as one cop ducked, the bad guy fired about 100 rounds at him, then of course one "pop" and the bad guy went down.
Lord.
Cops seem to be dead shots on TV, bad guys can't hit anything but bottles and windows.
I switched to news, the announcer was mentioning what some politician had said and several talking heads all yapped at once about it.
30 minutes of that and I got up, went and took a shower. I got on my bike and peddled off down the street to Mike's house just a mile away.
I was saving gas for my old Chevy station wagon that used five bucks just to start it and five more to get moving.
It did pretty good after that, but hell with it.
Ride the bike.
Besides,It was a nice evening, maybe 70 degrees out, so the bike was the only way to go.
I dodged one nut in a Mazda, got a horn blown at me and slowed down as the jerk tore off waving his IQ at me. Another asshole went by so close I checked up from the blast of air off of him, hearing laughter as they zoomed off down the street.
I was muttering under my breath, a few choice words, when I spotted a young woman come rolling down a side street. She turned and headed the same way I was going.
Peddling like the hubs of hell.
I got a glimpse of long powerful bare legs flashing, nice full breasts hanging in a halter top swaying back and forth. At first I thought she had on a pair of those shorts that look like a skirt, but with a baggy crotch thingie in them.
Hell, this was worth going out for a ride all by itself so I picked up the pace to gain a little, get a closer look.
I got up to within 25 yards of her, she was up on the pedals and working hard. I was pressing just to keep up the pace.
Then it hit me that those weren't shorts, it was a tiny short skirt.
I noticed the back of her short skirt had ridden up, I could see the cheeks of her fanny working. If she had anything at all on under that skirt it had to be a thong.
I poured on the speed and gained a little more. I saw her glance back at me, flash a smile and speed up.
Damn! She was really booking now, I got up on the pegs and made all the speed I could.
I wasn't gaining one damn bit.
There is a short hill the last couple of hundred yards up to Mike's house, best described as steep!
She didn't seem to even slow down, I saw her turn into Mike's driveway as I struggled the last hundred feet or so.
I was completely out of breath by the time I pulled up beside her.
She looked like she had been resting.
Now even a drop of sweat on her, I wiped the moisture off the tip of my nose, looked at her with a silly grin.
"Hi!" She smiled at me as I stopped and pushed my bike over by hers.
"Going to Mike's party?" I barely managed, panting.
"Yea, he just called. Why are you so out of breath?" She gave me that smile again.
"I rode farther than you did." I couldn't keep the defensive tone out of my voice.
"Oh." She gave me that sly smile again.
"Well, I'm Jill. See you inside."
"Danny." I said to her retreating back.
Damn. The legs on that woman, what a body.
I shook my head, followed along.
The music was so loud it was impossible to talk, there must have been 50 people inside. If Mike had just a pony keg it was going to be a brief party.
I looked around trying to find someone I knew, all the faces looked unfamiliar. Another thing I don't like about Mike's parties, he knows everyone on the planet and seems to invite all of them.
There was one smaller group off to the side, obviously smoking dope. I never touched the stuff so I avoided that bunch. Finally I found Mike, he gave me a high five and handed me a paper cup, pointing towards the keg.
No point in trying to say anything, the racket was overwhelming.
I wandered over and got a half cup, with the plan of staying sober. Of course I already knew what the real outcome would probably be, but that was the plan.
Then I looked around for Jill, the truth is I wanted another look at her.
In the light.
No sign of her, I found an empty couple of feet on one of the sofas and snuggled my fanny in there between a chubby obviously fake colored redhead and an older guy.
I didn't know either one, didn't care.
The redhead kept wiggling her butt and glancing sideways at me, the guy was smoking one cigarette after another. At one point he had two lit in the ashtray and one in his hand.
I was sitting there minding my own business when some people started to dance. There was enough room to wobble, that was about it. Arms and legs were bouncing off everyone.
I pulled my feet back to keep from getting stepped on, thinking of taking my beer and going outside to get some room.
Then I looked up and there was Jill. She was dancing with another woman I didn't know, pretty and dressed in simple slacks and a blouse. They did some fanny bumping and whirls, I looked Jill up and down carefully.
That was fine stuff!
But dancing with a woman?
What a shame.
Her breasts were obviously free under the halter top, they swayed back and forth, then bounced up and down. The skirt she wore was funny looking, the hem was tattered like it had been cut off with a kitchen knife or something.
And it was short!
I mean, REALLY REALLY short!
She was facing me, her arms over her head, bouncing to the music. I was staring at that short hemline, it threatened at any second to move up the last inch.
I even tucked my legs back some more and scooted down on the couch, trying to improve my angle. That worked some, too. I got a couple of peeks at what I thought was reddish blonde pubic hair.
Well, I thought it was, anyway.
Then I glanced at her face, Jill was looking right at me. Her expression was wicked. I saw her mouth move, say something, no idea what.
Maybe, "Like what you see?" Then she turned, actually leaned forward a bit. I could see the cheeks of her ass but still could not quite tell for sure what kind of panties she was wearing.
If any.
I almost missed the bottom half of her breasts hanging out as she bent over facing away from me. I watched them sway back and forth, then realized I had guzzled all of my beer.
I scooted down on the couch a bit more.
My mouth must have been hanging open, the bulge in my pants was pretty hard to hide.
Just then I felt a hand on my upper leg.
"Hey, you are a BIG boy, aren't you?" I looked over at the comment from the chubby redhead, she was giving me a big grin. Then she moved her hand slightly, let her little finger brush up and down my bulge.
I must have flushed bright red, I managed to get up and make my way to the pony keg. It was spurting bubbles by now, but I got a half cup of beer and a half cup of foam.
I sipped some, trying to clear my head and make the bulge in my jeans go down. That Jill was hot!
"You didn't answer me." A soft voice said behind me. I turned to look, it was Jill. I realized there was a gap in the music as the songs changed.
"I couldn't hear you." I answered. My voice sounded like I was inside a trash can, my ears were still ringing.
"I asked you if you liked what you saw." She had that sly smile on her face again.
"Uhhh...yea." I said, blushing again.
Damn me, every time without fail my mouth would go dry and I turn beet red if a pretty gal talks to me.
"Keep watching!" She said, and then she was gone.
I did my best to do just that. She danced several numbers, half the room was sneaking peeks at her. She seemed to be having a ball.
I mustered up all the courage I had, headed over to her to try and get a dance.
She looked up at me as I walked up to her. My mouth opened and I asked her to dance, but there was no sound.
The damn music was so loud I couldn't even hear myself.
She reached up and touched her ear, to indicate she couldn't hear me either.
I tried again with the same results. She wiggled her finger at me, headed for the door.
I got that part, followed along.
Outside the music was still loud but at least we could talk.
She leaned back on the deck railing, smiled.
"How long have you been riding?" She asked.
"Oh, maybe for a year off and on, I do it to save on gas."
"I don't drive, I just use my bike."
