It was early Saturday night. The summer rain had ceased for the evening, and tiny moist droplets were clearly visible upon gazing up at the streetlights that lined Cherry Street.
John was on his way home from his best friend's house. It was part of his routine to visit Trevor on Saturdays. They had bonded over video games, as many men of this generation do. How else could either of them enjoy 2-person games like Mortal Kombat and Mario Kart? This was before games were stored in a digital "cloud" and played on networked servers.
The night had been a blast. John won some of the matches, and lost others to Trevor. They were pretty evenly matched in gaming ability. Which basically boiled down to speed on the buttons and memorizing key combinations. But, as John walked, his stomach began to sink. After all, it was a Saturday night.
The suburb in which these two lived was alive with activity. You could smell beer and barbeque in the air. Music faded in and out with the sound of nearby traffic. Subtle hints of perfumes intermingled in the breeze as well. Someone out there was having a good time. John meditated on his night.
"I love gaming, but I'd happily trade it for the right woman. Single at 27? What a disgrace!"
A shadow began to take shape in the distance. John checked that he hadn't been mumbling aloud. Whatever it was, he didn't want to appear weird.
The shadow creeped further toward him from the street. It was a car. The headlights were off, but the outline of an automobile was undeniably visible. But it was driving so slow.
"I hate it when cars do that," John thought to himself, "stalking up on me. What are these idiots doing?"
The Mercury Grand Marquis slowed to a stop right in front of John. The window motor whirred as the electric motor engaged. Down the window went, and John couldn't help but gasp.
"Hey there, handsome!"
It was a woman. Who was she? Was she lost? John was paralyzed by a potent mixture of fear, delight, and wonder.
"We are having a little get together a few blocks away." The woman intoned beautifully. But her features were still lost to the shadowy darkness of the night.
John finally managed to speak. "Hello ma'am. And thank you, ma'am. For the compliment earlier. May I ask the occasion?"
"Well aren't you formal? Call me Stacy. My girlfriends and I are throwing a birthday party for our friend. You're cute. Would you like to become the icing on our friend's cake? We need a real man."
John was so nervous. He couldn't really make heads or tails of what Stacy was asking. Did she want him to sleep with her friend? That could be hot. But he never had sex before...
"Make up your mind" she insisted.
A half-hearted yeah finally breached John's lips. He just couldn't believe what was happening. The backseat door suddenly swung open, lighting up the whole car.
John could finally see Stacy, and she was stunning. She had short, golden blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Her tank top rested gently on her very nice and round breasts. John averted his eyes as soon as he began to get hard. He noticed two other women as he jumped in.
Stacy introduced them. "That's Gina in the back with you. She bites so watch yourself." She was teasing, right?
Gina looked relaxed but had a stern look on her face, and was dressed in red. Her long brown hair was shoulder-length. She was a beautiful sight, also. "That's right." Gina laughed.
"Up here, next to me, we have Amber. She's a sexy redhead, but she's shy, kind of like you. She sure can mix one hell of a martini, though!" Stacy gave Amber a playful slap as John shut the car door.
John protested "I'm not shy!" But the car engine muffled his words as Stacy began to push down the accelerator to get moving.
