Edited sun_sea_sky Thanks again.
Lyrics; Supertramp; Another man's woman
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Kelly arrived at the party late, the action being in full swing. He really wasn't going to come, didn't know many people that were here. His invitation had been at the instance of his hostess.
Margie was hot, she looked just like his ideal vision of a girlfriend. She was not too tall, about five seven to his six foot height, of slim build, dark short hair, an adorably cute face, what would be called flat-chested, but had the most delightful ass, firm, round, and it wiggled a little when she walked. Rumors went around that she was bisexual, a guy's true fantasy.
He knew of her, but had only meet her once. She had been the girlfriend of one of his best friends. It was at a time when he and Grey weren't hanging out, they were running in different circles.
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His connection, and why he was here, was because of Hilde, who was good friends with Margie. He had been hanging with Hilde for the better part of the year, she had a rusted-out Ford Fairlane 500, and he had been between cars.
Hilde was hot for him, but he wasn't interested in her that way, she was not his ideal girl. He did like Hilde a lot, just not in a sexual way. Being a male virgin made this sound ridiculous, you would think he should be hunting out sex wherever he could find it.
Everyone assumed he was self-confident, he put on his best cool "don't fuck with me" attitude whenever he left the house. He drank Southern Comfort, smoked small rum dipped cigarillos instead of cigarettes, had a Honda 500 four that he had driven to the party that night. Little did they know that girls terrified him, he would go to pieces if he had to talk to one. Not the few girls that he hung out with, Hilde and her friends, but someone like Margie.
He was hanging out at Hilde's house one night, while her Mom was at work.
"Margie asked me to ask you to the party that she and Lenard are throwing next weekend," she had said.
"Yeah, ah OK, I guess I could go, you'll be there, right?"
"Yeah, I'm going, Beth wants me to come."
Beth was Margie's little sister, she was a flirt of major proportion, physically the opposite of Margie, she was what was referred to as being built like a brick shit house. Though younger, she was more outgoing, and would flash her enormous breasts at him every chance she got. For some reason her flirtation embarrassed him only mildly.
Now Lenard, that was something else, quarterback of the football team, brown belt in Karate and, of course, Margie's boyfriend. He envied Lenard.
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Kelly stood in the driveway beside his motorcycle, pulled out a cigarillo, lit it up. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, he needed to steady his nerves.
Hilde came out the side door, headed up the drive to where he was smoking.
"Hey Kelly, I thought I heard you pull up."
"Yeah. I thought I'd have a smoke before I came in. You want a puff?"
"Sure, you cold? You sure are shaking."
"Ah, no. Just a little nervous. You know, I don't like big crowds in small spaces."
"Ok, well, why don't we smoke something a little stronger, I brought a few joints with me," whispered Hilde, as if there was a conspiracy going on.
"Yeah, I could use a toke right about now."
They were passing the joint between them, when Beth sauntered out wearing very short jean shorts pulled up into her crotch, and her large breasts in a too small bikini top.
"Hey, let me have a toke!"
He passed her the joint, and stared a little longer than he should have.
"What? It's hot out, you know you gotta show what you got, besides by the bulge in your jeans I'd say you were enjoying it," flirted Beth.
He blushed a bright crimson, she could do that to him, but he could not think of anything witty to say in return.
"Margie's been asking about you," Beth said with seductive mirth in her voice.
"Yeah, OK, I guess it's time to go in."
Hilde flicked the stub of the blunt into the hedge by the front of house and they all went inside.
"Let's go downstairs and I'll introduce you," said Hilde.
"Ok, let's go," said Kelly with a tremble in his voice.
"You know she won't bite you, at least on first meeting you." whispered Hilde.
Hilde laughed at her own joke, took his hand and led him down the stairs. They threaded their way through the crowd, over to the bar in the corner.
"Margie, Lenard this is Kelly; Kelly, Margie and Lenard."
With that Hilde turned and left him standing there. Margie locked her eyes on his like a cobra on its prey.
"Hi, here sit beside me. What can Lenard get you to drink?"
"Ah, a Southern Comfort, if you have it."
"We do, Hilde told me you like Southern Comfort, so we bought some. Len, why don't you get me one too."
Lenard filled two glasses with ice and poured Southern Comfort into each, handing them to Margie. Then he grabbed a couple of beers, heading out into the room, leaving Margie and Kelly at the bar alone.
"So what do you do, Kelly, for a living I mean."
"Ah, I'm a mechanic's apprentice, I work on cars."
She placed her hand on his thigh, Kelly almost bolted from the room, he knew Beth was forward, so maybe it ran in the family. His breath was rasping out, he was almost hyperventilating, he couldn't think. Was she talking to him?
"Huh?"
"I just asked if your drink was OK?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah it's good."
Kelly took a big gulp of his drink, and almost choked. He had been drinking since he was fifteen, was used to the liquid's harsh burn. He didn't like beer, he found it to be too bitter, after a couple of shots it was OK, it did last longer then a shot.
Margie slid her hand higher up on his thigh, brushing her finger against his balls. No, he just imagined that, she hadn't really just stroked his balls.
"How you two doing?" asked Len as he returned to the bar.
Kelly spewed Southern Comfort out his nose, it burned so bad his eyes teared up.
"You OK," asked Len with real concern in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah," croaked Kelly. "Just went down the wrong pipe, I'm good."
Kelly looked at Margie, her eyes were smiling back at him. God, he must be imagining this, her boyfriend is right across the bar. Margie's hand grabbed his now erect cock under the bar, Kelly almost fell off the bar stool.
"Lenard just came into some money, he's opening that new clothing boutique down at the mall. You have to come by for the grand opening next week." Margie said as she stroked his cock through his jeans.
"Uh, yeah I guess we could come by," implying that he would bring Hilde with him.
