The following is MY story from elsewhere transferred here to literotica.
Mike and I had known each other for a few years now from work. We didn't grow up with each other, but we already felt as if we did within the first year. Being guys in our early 30's, we found every opportunity we could to get away from the stress of life and just sit back and have a few beers.
My name is Jake. lived alone, a few minutes from Mike's house. Four years prior to this event I had a divorce and had to move into an apartment to save money. Mike lived with his wife (although they fought) and daughter, who was turning 18.
Mike's daughter, Allie, was having a party thrown, because why wouldn't she? It was in the month of June, roughly six weeks before she would leave for her freshman year of college. The arrangement was made that Thursday night Mike and I would get off our shift a little earlier to help set up at his house.
Allie wasn't exactly a quiet kid in school, so she had a good handful of people coming over. Mike had two rules in place. One, they can bring alcohol, but if there's police- he has no clue where it came from. Two, everyone must be gone by midnight because it's a Thursday. Allie was so insistent to make it Thursday instead of Friday because Thursday was the day of her birthday. Everyone thought this was dumb, but it was her decision after all.
Mike and I made sure our manager kept to his promise and we got off just in time. We drove out to his house as planned and arrived within the usual ten minutes.
It was a nice house. Four bedrooms, bricked, two stories, with a backyard pool and garage. Although, no one could ever park in the garage. Mike had a pool table along with various other things taking up all the space, which was one of the many reasons he and his wife fought.
We parked behind Mike's wife and Allie and proceeded to bring everything inside. Mike pre-purchased the beer for the two of us about a day in advance.
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"Finally, you're home," Allie said to her father as we walked through the door.
"A hello would've sufficed," Mike grunted.
"I have best friends coming over *too*, y'know," she looked over at me.
"Keep it up and we'll turn this into a guys night," I jabbed.
"Well I hope you're ready for the opposite," she responded, looking at her phone. "I have maybe two or three guys visiting."
"Just keep it down, your mom is finishing some work upstairs," Mike called to Allie as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure," Allie agreed, nose in her phone.
"Happy birthday," I teased at her, knowing she didn't like the formalities.
Allie turned around to me and gave me an odd smirk before turning the corner and heading up the stairs. She had a cute smile that I was kind of dumbfounded by. Before I could think too much about it I walked into the kitchen to join Mike.
We spent roughly half an hour setting things up. Mike wasn't tolerating a big party with loud music, or streamers or anything like that though, so all we really had to do was take care of some condiments and place some towels by the pool. The house was already relatively clean, I'm guessing done by Mike's wife. She was a schoolteacher who was barricaded in her study upstairs for the night.
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By 7:00pm, Allie's first guest parked outside as we were getting ready to head into the garage.
"Looks like it's our time," I said to Mike.
"Yeah, apparently we're too ugly to be seen."
We got our things and proceeded out of the kitchen and to the garage door. As Mike opened it I heard Allie rush downstairs and to the front door to let her friend inside.
The plan was to entertain ourselves for the next five hours in the garage. This sounds antagonistic to Mike and I at first, but it isn't really a terrible idea. The garage was stuffed with many different thing aside from the pool table. There was also a flatscreen T.V., an old sofa, a few chairs and a badminton table. This wasn't counting Mike's golf gear, baseballs, bats, gloves, fishing supplies and woodwork.
We would only leave the garage under three conditions. One, the party was too loud. Two, we needed some things from the kitchen. Three, Allie just flat out asked us to for whatever reason.
"Up for some really long games of pool?" Mike asked, turning on the lights.
"Guess we have no choice," I answered, shutting the door behind us.
"When we get too bored we'll watch a movie or two."
"You're on," I said, grabbing a beer as we approached the pool table.
Over the course of an hour Allie's guests finally all arrived. They weren't being too loud but it was clear there was around fifteen people in the house from the chatter. Mike wasn't the type of dad to be irritated at anything so he was doing alright for the moment. Our games were coming to a close so gradually moved over to the couch. By now, we were about four cans into our beer.
Later in the night, at about 8:30, we got kind of hungry.
"How the hell did we forget to get dinner?" Mike sighed, pausing the movie.
"I guess we were so obsessed with working out this party."
"Well, I suppose."
"You want to just order a pizza?"
"Nah, I think we've got some spaghetti in the fridge if you're into that."
"Well," I laughed. "I guess that'll work."
Mike sat back, rubbing his eyes. "You want to head into the war zone, or do you want me to do it?"
Admittedly I didn't want to, but I don't think Mike wanted to either. He was already so comfortable where he sat, so I made my decision in about twenty seconds of thought. I gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the door.
I couldn't hear anything on the other side anymore, so this was a good sign. *Maybe they're at the pool,* I thought to myself as I opened the door. Seeing their things all sprawled out across the carpet in the living room I assumed I was correct.
The kitchen was ransacked of the goodies we left out for the guests. Chip bags were almost empty, cups were in the sink and the cake was half cut. There was a window that peeked into the backyard so I decided to look at the scene. Correct in my assumption, I saw the crowd happily jumping in the pool.
Searching in the fridge I found the spaghetti in just a few seconds. I set out the container on the counter and looked for two plates. As I did this I heard three voices enter the room. One belonged to Allie so I didn't completely tense up.
"So anyways, I saw him again last summer, but he was still-" Allie stopped, seeing me at the counter. "You're breaking violations!" She half joked at me.
"Don't arrest me, we were hungry," I nervously laughed, not wanting the herd to come inside.
"I guess I can let it slide," Allie said, reaching into the fridge. One of her friends, a girl gave her an odd expression. I'm assuming, curious about how she was so friendly with some "random" middle-aged man. The other kid was a guy that looked like he was a little too interested in Allie. As she dug through the fridge I caught him catching glimpses of Allie's ass.
Finishing up and just wanting to get out of there, I passed the spaghetti container to Allie. She took it and placed it back into the fridge, still busy looking for drinks for her two friends. As I left the kitchen I caught one more glance at the scene. Allie was preoccupied in the fridge while her girl friend was busy in her phone and her other friend was transfixed on her body. I shouldn't have, but I shot my eyes over at Allie as well just out of curiosity.
Allie was wearing a pair of shorts that stopped right at her thighs. They were borderline booty shorts. She worse a loose tank top that revealed her bikini top pretty easily and flip flops on her feet. I had seen Allie for many years but I never really took notice of her hourglass figure from the back. This kid knew what he was eyeing. Allie's ass rounded below her waist, begging to burst out of her shorts. It was one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen. I could feel myself slightly get an erection, so I quickly left out of shame.
Mike and I sat back on the couch and watched our movie but I couldn't quite get the imagery out of my head. I needed to stop but Allie really was just so cute, and now 18, so it wasn't like it was illegal. She had brown, wavy hair that fell over her shoulders. Freckles, tanned skin and a soothing voice too. Now that I was thinking about it, a rack as well.
It was probably just the alcohol. I forced myself to focus on the movie for a bit and after a while I noticed Mike had fallen asleep. The night was pretty uneventful for the following hours, which was nice because we didn't have to police anything.
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At 11:40pm, I nudged Mike awake.
"It's twenty minutes until," I said to him.
"Ah, shit," he yawned, stretching his arms.
