I had been singing in a neighborhood Blues Band since I was fifteen. No big deal. Four of us and we would play some bar mitzvahs and do open mike night and stuff. One of the guys, Glen Schwartz was a year older than the other three of us. So now he's nineteen and off at Rutgers. But he came home for Spring vacation and that is when it happened.
I mean okay, I turned eighteen in January. My sometime girlfriend, Allison Binswenger turned eighteen three weeks ago. We had been going together more or less since she was almost fifteen and so was I. For the first year we did a lot of kissing and toward the end she let me feel her breasts which were not much bigger than mine. She touched my dick through my pants once or twice and I damn near came both times.
By the time we were seventeen, she had grown these cute little boobs and I got to feel them through her sweaters and once at the beach I reached inside her bathing suit and felt her crotch, but nothing more. She grabbed my dick that day but I could not get her to touch it without my bathing suit on.
So now we are eighteen and we are headed for college this fall. I am going to Lehigh over in Pennsylvania and Allie has just been accepted at Brandeis up in Boston.
Spring Break. We graduate in two months. Serious case of senioritis. Glen Schwartz called and invited me and Allie to a party at his house this Saturday. His girlfriend is Jennifer Weiss. They have been going out for two years now. Jennifer is a freshman at Hunter over in New York. Personally, I think Glen has been doing her since she was a junior at Ambrose Academy where we all went. But I could never prove it and she was never one of those sleep-around kids.
Anyway, Saturday is here. I scored Dad's Subaru hybrid for the day and evening. Swore I would not drink. I picked Allison up at her house. She was wearing a fluffy sweater that did nothing to show off her shape and a pair of tight jeans that did show what a tight little ass she had grown over the past year. Me? I was wearing a long sleeved sweater/shirt and my jeans.
Glen had called the party for three o'clock. He told me that was so he would be sure his folks were on their way to upstate New York for a few days. We pulled up in front of his ridiculous McMansion and there were two other cars there. Guess it is not going to be a big party.
We went up to the front door and rang the bell which sounded like Big Ben in the house. Glen came to the door wearing a loose white shirt and a pair of long shorts. He had flip flops on his feet. Right behind him was Jennifer Weiss. Damn! I had not seen her since last summer. She is about five foot nine – taller than me and about the same size as Glen. She was wearing a very tight tee shirt with "Hunter Girl" on the front. Her boobs had grown over the past year and were unbelievable. Her nipples showed through the tee shirt. Damn! She was not wearing a bra! She also had on a pair of long shorts, like leiderhosen that the college girls were wearing.
We exchanged hellos, me and Glen doing one of those guy thing hugs. I hugged Jennifer and felt her boobs turn my chest warm. I got an immediate hard on. Glen led us out to the patio. It was a warm day and they have this cool patio with a pool taking up most of the back yard. There is a big table just off the patio and chairs where I guess they eat when the weather is nice.
There is a glass round table on the patio with some chairs around it and I see a cooler on the patio floor. "C'mon guys!" Glen says. "Sit down and make yourself at home. Anybody want a beer?"
Now, it is not legal to drink in New Jersey until you are twenty one. Yeah, you can go in the army and get killed at eighteen. You can vote, but you cannot drink for another three years. But, hey, we are at Glen's and the beer is there and cold so I say "sure!" and he hands me one.
He also gives one to Jennifer and one to Allie. She looks at me. "Sam, you know, I don't..."
"Nobody says you have to, Allie." She shrugs her shoulders, looks at me with those blue eyes that have really matured along with the rest of her this year. She takes the bottle from me and pours it carefully into one of the plastic cups on the table. She smiles at me, raises the cup in my direction and drinks. She gets this funny look on her face after she swallows and I just have to laugh.
So, we talk about school and what various kids are doing now that graduation is here and what the kids from Jennifer and Glen's class are doing and where they are going. From our community and Ambrose Academy, about ninety eight percent of the kids go to college.
The sun is getting nice and warm. I've had two beers and damn! So has Allison. Jennifer and Glen are leaning in to each other and talking quietly. Glen stands up and takes his shirt off.
"Damn," he says. It is getting really warm, no?"
He is right. I stand up and take off my sweater shirt. Glen disappears into the house. Jennifer leans her head down and breathes into her tee shirt. She shakes it from her body. "Who would figure at four o'clock on a Saturday in April it would be this warm? You guys are lucky. Just shake off your shirts."
Glen has come out of the house carrying a pitcher of something slightly yellow and cold according to the sweat on the side of the pitcher. "Don't let us stop you, Jen. You can take your tee shirt off any time."
We all laugh at that and Glen takes four new plastic glasses and fills them from the pitcher. "Here," he says. "This will help."
I pick up one of the glasses and look at the drink. "And this would be?..."
"My mom's recipe for Margaritas. The best!"
"Oh." I give it a sip and he is right. Cool and tasty. I look at Allie. She has a half smile on her face. "Allison?" I say.
"Sam, I'm really feeling the beers. Should I?"
I shrug. :"Up to you sweetheart." She shrugs again and takes a sip.
"Ooo – this is better!"
I look over at Jennifer. She has drained half the glass. She has also taken her tee shirt and hitched it up under her breast. She swirls her head around and shakes it. "Sam?" She looks at me.
"Yeah, Jen?"
"You ever seen me in a bikini?"
"Jen! That is a weird question, but yeah, I have. Last summer at the lake."
"Good!" She says. "Then this won't shock you. I know it won't shock ol' Glen here." With that she leans way back in her chair and shucks off those long shorts of hers.
She is wearing a thong underneath. And I can see she shaves. "Wow, is that better," she slurs. Her legs are long and shaped like a runner's.
"Jennifer!" Allison looks at her, looks at me and then laughs.
"Problem, Allison?" Jennifer says.
"No, not a bit. After all, like you said, it's warm." I look at Allison's glass. It's empty.
Glenn stretches across the table and fills my glass and Allison's. As he sits down, he reaches over with one hand on the pitcher and fills Jennifer's glass. I see his hand go up on her thigh..
She shudders. "Glennie! What cold hands you have!"
