All characters smoking, drinking, getting naked, or having sex are over eighteen.
^^^Saturday night at a family dinner^^^
"Mommy! Mommy! Tell us when you knew Daddy was the one for you?" her ten-year-old daughter asked.
"Again?" Star answered with a big grin. She'd cooked dinner and was serving it to her husband and three children. She put a plate in front of her husband and gave Jim a smooch on the cheek. He blushed.
"YES!" her three daughters, ten, thirteen, and eighteen-years-old, shouted.
"Oh, okay. Our parents were out of town and my brother was having people over. I crashed the party which really annoyed him because I was only eighteen. I was five to ten years younger than everyone else. He told me to leave, but I wouldn't. The rest is history. I fell hard for your father."
Star giggled and added, "Really. I was in the hot tub. I fell and landed on your father. We made a special connection." She paused, gave her hubby a playful wink, and said, "It felt so wonderful to be with him. I knew he was the one for me."
^^^
After dinner Star and her eldest daughter cleaned up. Everyone else left the kitchen.
The eighteen-year-old shot her a look and said, "You know, Uncle Carson tells a different version of how you and Dad became a couple. It isn't so PG."
"Oh, really," Star said warily.
"Yes. In his version, everyone is naked, drunk, and having sex. He said that I have an unusual, Roman name not because you liked it or because Dad is a Latin teacher and scholar, but because it is the name of a Roman goddess of wells and fountains. He says you guys chose it because I was conceived in a hot tub when you had sex in front of two dozen people."
Her mother blushed and said, "What does it matter how we became a couple? Or when and where you were created? Your father and I love one another. Fate brought us together and you and your sisters are proof of our love."
She stared deep into her daughter's eyes. The girl studied her mother's honest, open, unwavering gaze and the sincere look on her face. The younger woman nodded and said, "You're right. It's not how you met that's important. It's that you and Dad have made a life together for nearly twenty years."
"Thank you," Star said. She turned back to the sink and began to scrub a frying pan.
^^^A warm, summer, Friday night, 19 years earlier^^^
"Mmm. Mmmm!" Star groaned as she kissed Matt.
Her wish had come true. She had the bad boy she'd been pursuing in her arms. She hugged him tightly and continued kissing him. Tongues dueled.
"This is amazing," she said to herself. "I was so nervous at first. I worried that I would mess this up because I've never made out with a boy before. I think everything is going okay. My heart has never raced like this and my body is warm and tingling. I'm so happy! I hope we never stop kissing."
Star was so into it, that when Matt groped her breasts, she didn't stop him. Probably because the fire inside her grew bigger and her sex became wetter as Matt caressed her boobs.
Matt undid her halter top. When he had complete access to her boobs, he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhhh!" Star moaned and pulled his head closer to her body.
^^^earlier that Friday night^^^
It was a warm summer's night. A small crowd watched young men play a game of softball. The game ended. The few observers in the stands didn't clap or shout. This was an amateur league in a small town. Who won or lost didn't matter. It was only something to do.
The teams gathered their gear. Those who had watched the game left the wooden bleachers. Everyone was headed home or going to grab a beer.
Star, an eighteen-year-old blond who had only moved to this town at the beginning of her senior year of high school, was sitting with her friend, Kim. They were unattached and hoping to catch the eye of one of the single, young men playing. Star had her eye on Matt. A tall, rugged, well-built eighteen-year-old.
The young women hadn't been popular in high school and hadn't dated much. Star had been the chubby, flat-chested, new kid in school and Kim was a skinny, quiet girl who wasn't particularly attractive.
The women were hoping their luck would change. Star had lost weight and her boobs had come in. Kim had a new hairstyle. Her long, mousy, brown hair was gone. She sported a hip, short cut with frosted tips and she was forcing herself to be more outgoing.
The young women walked over to the dugout where some of their former classmates were. Star was wearing a bright green halter top and a pair of cutoff jeans. Her outfit exposed her shapely legs, newly slim mid-drift, and ample cleavage. She wanted everyone to know that she was now very fit and had boobs.
Kim had less to work with. She too was braless and wearing shorts, but her figure wasn't as eye-catching as her friend. Her flat butt didn't fill-out her shorts and her chest was more nipples than breasts. Her thick, pokie nips made significant dents in her cotton top.
"Hi, Matt," Star said. "Good game." She smiled and thrust out her chest.
"We lost," the young man said as he stuffed bats into a duffel bag. He looked up at her and smiled when he saw how her breasts filled out her top. He said, "A few of us are getting together at my place to have a beer. Want to join us?"
"Sure," she said. "I'm riding with Kim tonight. We can follow you."
"The more the merrier."
The girls followed the boys to Matt's house. They all grabbed a beer and went out to his backyard to drink, talk, and listen to music. After a bit, Matt took Star to a secluded spot. He kissed her.
"Mmmm," Star sighed. Her nose was filled with his musky scent. She felt his lean, hard body pressing against her. She loved both. She returned his kiss passionately.
More kisses followed. Soon his hands were on her breasts. She didn't object.
"Ohh," she moaned.
Her pointy nipples grew even harder. A warm feeling spread throughout her body. Her pussy got wet.
Matt freed her breasts by untying her top. He feasted on her boobs. Between kissing and sucking on them, he said, "You've got some nice titties. How did I not notice them before?"
She ran her hands through his thick, dark hair and held his head to her chest. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing. She giggled and said, "I didn't have them at the beginning of the school year. I guess I'm a late bloomer."
"Better late than never," he murmured as his mouth explored her breasts.
As he sucked on a round, plump boob, Matt slid his hand down her stomach into her shorts. He got to the top of her underwear before she reacted. She grabbed his wrist and said, "I'm new to this. Can we take it slow? Please kiss me again."
"Sure."
Matt removed his hand and used both to hold her face. He looked into her green eyes and kissed her. The blond girl swooned. He thought to himself, "I know her type. A late-blooming virgin. She's afraid and confused and wondering why she's creaming in her shorts. I'll get her so worked up she'll be begging me to fuck her."
They kissed more. He played with and sucked on her pale, white boobs. He reached down again. This time, he rubbed her crotch through her jeans.
"Ohh," she moaned. She pulled his hand away.
He brought her hand to his dick. He pressed it against his erection. She was forced to feel his manhood, but she didn't grab or squeeze it.
He pulled back from her and said, "What's the deal? We aren't a pair of thirteen-year-olds playing spin-the-bottle or seven minutes in heaven. I like you. Let's have some fun. Don't you like me?"
