The following day a sheepish Debbie called to apologize for the previous night. I assured her I had enjoyed myself and that I was glad she was feeling good now. Debbie went on to say that she was going away for the week to visit her husband while he was working away and asked if I could look after the house. I perked up at the thought of having the eighteen year old Cindy to myself for the next few days, however my joy was short lived when Debbie went on to explain that Cindy will be staying at her friend's house and all Debbie expected was for me to look after the empty house.
The next few days I was disappointed that sexy Cindy didn't come to to see me and chose to stay at her friend's house the other end of town. Instead of having a few sex filled days with Cindy I had to survive with my memories of the previous weekend's sexual exploits. It didn't help that work was quiet and I had too much time to daydream about what Cindy and I could be doing together.
It wasn't until the Friday afternoon that the doorbell rang and I found beautiful Cindy standing there. She wore a sexy miniskirt showing off her long smooth legs but it was her pretty face that really stood out, framed by her long blonde hair. She looked almost perfect in the bright sun.
"Hello Mr Matthews, its nice to see you again," and, giggling, she flung herself at me throwing her arms around me in her excitement.
We kissed and hugged and my cock stirred in anticipation while I held her young firm body against me. I may have imagined it but I felt her nipples stiffen through her top and bra as we held each other close, but the excitement was disappointingly short lived when she pushed back, freeing herself from my longing grasp.
"Sorry Mr Matthews, but I can't stop right now, but I'm glad to see you still like me," she said smiling while tracing the outline of my hard cock through my clothes. "But we'll have time later."
"Why not now?" knowing that a fuck now is better than any number of broken promises.
"Me and my friends are hanging out at my house for a bit, but when they've gone I'll pop round," she answered.
"Does you mom know you are having some friends round?"
Shrugging, she answered, "It doesn't matter. I'll be back later. Wait up for me!" and she turned on the spot and rushed off next door.
I hesitated at the door for a moment, once again finding it hard to keep up with the energy and enthusiasm Cindy has for life. Closing the door I went back to my work trying to keep myself focused but always ending up thinking about Cindy and her perfect young body. After a while I abandoned my attempts to concentrate and started reading the news as an alternative distraction.
Before long I heard several cars arrive and I glanced out the window as some of Cindy's friends arrived. There were eight or nine of them jumping out of their cars and laughing as they entered Cindy's parents' house. They all looked about her age, which was no surprise, and I was drawn to the girls a couple of whom looked almost as stunning as Cindy in a selection of tight and skimpy clothes. In particular a brunette with a short skirt caught my eye, but entered the house with a boy who I guessed was her boyfriend judging by the way he kept trying to put his arm around her.
Giving up on reading the news, I prepared myself a meal and settled down to watch some TV to divert my mind off the sexy Cindy. It clearly worked because a few hours passed before I was startled by the crash of breaking glass and raised voices coming from next door.
Rushing to the window I witnessed a couple of the boys yelling at each other outside my neighbor's house. Two girls were out there too, waving their arms and shouting and screaming. With such a commotion I couldn't work out who was angry with whom but I did notice that Cindy wasn't out there.
Hastily putting on some shoes I hurried outside and I purposefully walked over to the argument bellowing "Hey, what's going on?"
My loud voice immediately caught their attention. Pausing, they all turned to see me striding towards them.
"Stay out of it mister," the boy furthest from the house retorted. His speech was slurred and I noted that he was unsteady on his feet.
"No. You leave now!" I answered forcefully. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel a familiar tingling from adrenaline coursing through my body. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the others, "Now, tell me what happened."
One of the eighteen year-old girls answered me, explaining that they had been having a party, some dancing, a little drinking and then Chad, who was the swaying drunk boy, had started swearing at his girlfriend and the others, and finally had begun fighting. The glass I heard breaking was an empty beer bottle he had launched at the wall in anger.
While were were talking, Chad had sunk to the damp grass and was sitting there, the bravado and fight deserting him. More of the eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds had joined us outside the house on the green lawn.
"Right, who can take Chad home?" I demanded and one of the boys held up his keys and said he could take him.
"The party's over, so get all your things and leave."
Sullenly, the rest of them headed back in the house while I stayed standing near to Chad to make sure he didn't try anything. Soon the teenagers came back out of the house, some of them carrying the remains of whatever drinks they had brought with them. From what I could tell it seemed like the three drivers were sober enough to drive and they all looked a bit sheepish. I had the feeling they weren't naturally wild kids and they appeared shocked that Chad had behaved violently.
I stood tensely while they piled into the cars, taking a subdued Chad with them, and I sighed when they drove round the corner out of sight. Turning to the house I realized I hadn't seen Cindy yet and entered the open door, carefully avoiding the glass shards covering the paved path.
"Hello? Cindy? Where are you?" I called out, carefully closing the door behind me.
"In here." I moved towards her voice.
The room was a mess. There were discarded chip packets, empty bottles, half-empty bottles, food wrappers and crumbs all over the living room. Only after seeing the debris I noticed that Cindy wasn't alone. The pretty brunette I had seen earlier was sitting with Cindy on the couch, and looking closer her eyes were red from crying.
"Is everything OK?" I asked, rather lamely.
Cindy looked up at me. "Sure, its OK now. Kayla's boyfriend... I mean Kayla's ex-boyfriend... was being a jerk." Turning to Kayla, she continued "I can't believe he was calling you frigid, that's horrible. I told you he was stupid."
Kayla looked at her lap and quietly muttered "I hate him, I'm not...not...you know what. It's his fault, he was always pushing me around."
"Exactly! He was a jerk," Cindy agreed.
I suddenly felt embarrassed to be here while this conversation was going on, so I indicated the debris strewn around the room "Um, Cindy, let me help clear up here."
"Oh thanks Mr Matthews," and turning back to her friend she continued "Come on Kayla, let's go and clean you up."
I wasn't expecting to have to do all the tidying when I offered to help, but I supposed the quicker I cleaned up the sooner I could have Cindy to myself again. I set about tidying the room and surprisingly it didn't take too long to get the litter out the way and make the room look fairly presentable. I even had time to clear up the broken bottle from out the front of the house.
While I was searching for any other remnants of the party to dispose of, I shifted a cushion and was surprised to find a garishly colored box of a game called "Dare To". Curiously I read the blurb on the back and saw that it was supposedly a "romantic and intimate game for parties". Intrigued, I was about to open the game when I heard Cindy and Kayla in the hall.
Kayla didn't look such a sad mess now. She now looked ravishing. She was slightly taller than Cindy with long honey colored hair and soft green eyes. Her thin face accentuated her full, red lips and her body was wonderful. She was surprisingly slim but her bust was full and her low waist short skirt showed off the soft curves of her feminine hips. Her legs were long, smooth and tanned and she wore white sandals.
Standing next to Cindy, the two of them were my dream pair of girls, and I stared for too long because Cindy spoke to Kayla, smiling, "I think Mr Matthews approves of us."
And how could I not approve of two extremely sexy eighteen year old girls wearing enticing clothes standing near me. The blood headed for my cock again.
Fortunately Kayla wasn't offended by my ogling of her, and I hoped that she was flattered to have a man think she was sexy. Her red lips moved and the hint of a smirk suggested she was a bit of a tease too.
Cindy noticed the game I was holding and frowned, "I see you found the reason for the fight."
I didn't understand and just looked at Cindy questioningly.
Seeing my puzzlement she went on, "Chad wanted to play it with us, but Kayla refused, and so the jerk Chad called her a chicken, frigid and a cock tease."
"I'm not!" Kayla exclaimed, "It's just Chad I don't like. I would have played if he hadn't been so mean." Kayla's face had gone from pretty and smiling, to pretty and pouting. No wonder Chad had got frustrated if she changed demeanor so quickly. I decided she was definitely a cock tease.
I tried to calm her down, "It's OK Kayla, it's not a problem if you didn't want to play this game."
That didn't help, because she stamped her foot and exclaimed: "I did want to play, I'm just fed up of him messing around."
She was behaving like a spoiled little girl and I was getting a bit tired of how she was clearly used to getting her own way, whilst teasing and being sexually provocative. I started to feel sympathy for the frustrated Chad.
"Don't worry Kayla, you don't have to make excuses for not playing."
She stared at me, silent for a moment, annoyed that I was not buying her hard-done-by act. "I am not making excuses. In fact I'd play right now if I could!" she shouted.
"OK, let's play." I said calmly.