Chapter 5 - The party
"Yes, mom! I'll be back before 1 AM. Gosh! You know I'm an adult now, geez. No, I won't drink too much, I don't like drinking. Yes, mom. Yes, I know. Mom, I got to go now. Zach's waiting for me. Alright. Thanks, Bye!" Lisa said, trying to leave the entrance of her house and the nagging of her mom.
As she walked down the few stairs of her porch, you saw her huge breast bouncing up and down in her T-shirt. Her tight jeans emphasized her thick heart-shaped ass. You weren't used to seeing her dress like that. Most of the time, she was wearing her loose school polo and skirt.
"Hey, Zach! You're spacing out. Open me up" She said jerking at the door handle of your car.
"Oh yeah, sorry," You said unlocking her door.
"Had a bit of difficulty leaving your house", You asked Lisa, teasing her about her mom.
"You know how moms are... Well, at least mine is like that. She still treats me like a 13 years old teenager. Gosh, I'm 18 now. I'm not a little girl anymore" she said, exasperated by the situation.
"Wait... what are you doing?" She asked.
"Well, I'm driving? What does it look like?" You answered, driving away to Derek's place.
"Yeah, I know, but why do you have your hands on the steering wheels? You don't have full auto?" She asked in awe.
"Damn, that shit is expensive. Do you know how much it costs for monthly subscriptions? Way too much, that's how it cost", you said and answered a bit angrily.
"Hey, don't get riled up. Your little cheeks are turning red", she teased you. "Anyway, it's a bit like the car at the driving school. And you know, I got my license now", she showed you her license card proudly.
"Oh nice, and damn you changed since that photo was taken," You said. On her ID photo, somehow she looked way younger for some reason.
"But... It was taken only four months ago" she said, looking at herself and back at her ID photo.
"Oh shit, sorry. Wait, four months, so you took it when you turned 18?" You concluded.
"Yeah. I guess that's what the treatments can do to you uh. Fuck, look at me. I look like a thick cow", She said, grabbing one of her tits and pinching her ass with a tear in her eyes.
"Hey, sorry I didn't mean it like that. You look great! I'm sure plenty of girls would kill to have sexy curves like that."
"You really think so?" she replied, with sparkles in her eyes.
You nodded yes, blushing.
"Oh, thank you!" She said, hugging you. "Wow, you're so soft for a guy," she remarked in her hug...
"Hey, I'm driving", you said, embarrassed and flushed by the effect this soft and warm hug had on you. Luckily enough, your almost 5-inch boner wasn't too visible in your pants.
"Sorry, compared to the other guys, you're just so cute and huggable", she said, liberating you from her sweet embrace.
"What does this 'cute and huggable' thing mean? Am I not ripped and cool looking after all the time I spent at the gym?" You thought to yourself.
In no time, you arrived at Derek's place. Since his parents lived in the sticks, far from the city center, they rented him and his older sister an apartment downtown to let them attend college. And, as all 18-years old know, the first friend to get an apartment for himself is doomed to host a ton of parties. You went up to the door and knocked.
**Door opening**
"Hey, what's up Zach? Glad you were able to make it. Come in bro" Derek told you, as he gave you a bro hug. Somehow, it was a bit awkward as he was much taller than you... Taller than you remembered.
"You arrived just at the right moment dude. I was missing a partner to play beer pong" Derek told, gesturing to the diner table with the beer cups on it.
"Sorry man, I can't. I'm driving" You responded.
"Oh come on. You can't let me down like this!" He answered.
"Well, if you want. I can drive... But you'll have to sleep on my couch at my place. If you want." Lisa interjected.
"You see! You have no excuse now" Derek said, dragging you to the table.
The first round, you played against a group of guys went well, you and Derek won but had to drink three beers cups each. Already, you could feel a bit lightheaded.
"Yeah, I knew you'd be a great partner! So who're the next ones that are gonna lose against us?" Derek asked the party.
Sarah, Derek's older sister, stepped-up with her friend: "Alright little boys. I think you need to learn a lesson" she said, approaching the table.
At the start, you had a couple of good shots, until Sarah caught you getting a glimpse of her cleavage. At that, she smirked at you and bent down to align her cleavage to the cups on the tables as you were trying to aim for your next shot.
"You damn whore, that's not fair," Derek told his sister.
"I don't see what you're talking about you Lil-bro. I'm not doing anything against the rules" she responded, adjusting her bra and winking at you.
You could feel your Lil-boner starting to press against your pants. You quickly shot the ping pong ball despite the distraction caused by Sarah's cleavage. And.. the ball didn't even come close to the cups. Sarah giggled at your terrible shot. For the rest of the game, every time you had to shoot, Sarah did her little distraction and you failed all your shots. Six beer cups later and a lost game, you sat down on the couch next to Lisa. After those 9 beer cups, the whole room seemed to be moving around you. When you closed your eyes, it felt like everything was starting to spin.
"Hey Zach, are you alright?" Lisa asked.
"Yah... Why?" You mumbled in a drunk voice
"Oh no, you're not, haha. Listen to yourself" she laughed.
"Waht are you takling about. I'm fine. See, I'll evne get anotho beer" you said, getting up from the couch. When you did, you immediately stumbled forward. As you were falling forward, Derek caught you.
"Hey, you ok dude?" He asked.
"Ya, yeah I'm fine. But shit you're strong!" You responded, impressed.
"More like, you're really light. Anyway, what were you trying to do?"
"Just getting another beer", you replied a bit ashamed.
"Well, you might want to slow down, lightweight" Derek said, trying to not sound too condescending.
"Yeah, come back to the couch beside me," Lisa said, encouraging you to seat back down.
"Sure," you said defeated, crashing down back on the sofa.