Jim sat on his bed wondering if this Saturday night would be any different to every other Saturday night in his 18 years on the planet. Sure it was his 18th birthday and sure he was throwing a party that night but what could possibly happen that would make his life different? "I could have sex, for starters" he thought to himself. Jim was still a virgin, even at the age of 18. As far as he knew nearly all of his friends had had sex at least once, he had even caught some of them in the act. And they all made it known that they had done it, who they had done it with and what they did exactly. He felt like he would never get laid.
"Tonight," he whispered to himself, "tonight's the night."
At 8:00pm the first guests started to arrive, all carrying cases of beer and bottles of spirits just in case the alcohol Jim was providing ran out. Jim's mother and father were away unfortunately but they had asked some family friends to chaperone, even though they trusted him they knew he couldn't be everywhere at once. The family friends were their neighbours, Jack and Carol Dawson, whose daughter Erica was at school with Jim, and Mike and Kim Willis whose son Tristan was in Jim's football team.
Carol Dawson was the epitome of the term M.I.L.F. She was 42, 5'4," 135 lbs with dirty blonde, shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes. Her breasts would have been close to a 34D before she had children (Jim had seen pictures) now they were enormous and had a slight sag that somehow made them even sexier. Her waist was still narrow and her figure tapered out to her luscious ass which was perhaps her best feature. And what a feature it was! It was like God had made a giant peach and put it where her ass was, it was just perfect. Kim was almost as sexy. She was 40, 5'2," 120lbs with very short dark brown hair which she always wore messy. Her figure was second only to Carol's; she had 32C breasts that were still perky (Tristan had been adopted), a very slim waist probably only 9 or 10" across and the cutest, perkiest ass in the history of asses.
By 9:00pm the party was starting to heat up, Jim was being given birthday kisses by girl after girl, maybe his luck was improving. He made his way past the guys doing tequila slammers to the lounge-cum-dance floor. The lights were dimmed and the music was pumping, there must have been 50 people crowded into the small room and the sexual energy was pumping through the crowd. He found himself dancing with Erica which surprised him because she had never really spoken to him all that much before. Her young firm tits jiggled in front of him as the pair (along with everyone else) bounced to the rhythm. Then he saw it, his gaze drifted over Erica's shoulder to see her mother and Kim pounding back some drinks. Carol's low cut top parted in just the right spot revealing two things, one was that she wasn't wearing a bra, the other was her nipple. The sight gave Jim a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower and Erica seemed to think it was because of her, so in her highly inebriated state she took him upstairs to get closer. They kissed all the way up the stairs, stepping on other couples and feeling their way to the nearest empty room. Just as she opened the door she broke the kiss and with wide eyes she said,
"I'm gonna throw up!"
luckily the room was a bathroom. Unluckily for Jim it looked like Erica was going to be out of action for the rest of the night. He made his way down the stairs and past the other couples, then into the kitchen where he took a shot glass and a bottle of Vodka and went to sit outside. The chilly autumn breeze whipped at his face but he couldn't feel it. He downed his first shot. The straight vodka burned his throat but he didn't care, he just wanted to get drunk. "I really thought that was it," he said quietly to himself, "I guess there really isn't any one out there for me." He downed his second shot and felt a hand on his shoulder. "Would u mind if I take a seat, Jim?" Carol asked. "Uh no, go right ahead." He replied. She sat down and poured some of the vodka into her drink, she was already very drunk. Jim poured his third shot of vodka. Carol started making chit-chat about life and school and work. Several shots later the topic of conversation moved to Jim's love life.
"Well I don't exactly have a 'girlfriend' right now, no" he said.
"That's a shame, is there anyone you've had your eye on?" Carol asked.
"Hmm, not really. I was dancing with Erica for a little bit but she didn't feel too good."
"Yes, unfortunately Erica can't quite hold her drink yet," she giggled, "But do you like her? I mean would you fuck her?"
Jim was taken aback by this brazen use of the word 'fuck', not to mention the question.
"Uh, I guess so...if the opportunity arose. Hell, I'd probably fuck anyone about now, I'm so horny!" Jim blurted out.
