The kids all laughed as Jim Carrey did something stupid. I'd had enough for the moment, got up from the couch and crossed to the fridge to get some iced tea. Truth be told, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable on the couch anyway, as it was getting later and the party seemed to be getting progressively younger as the night wore on.
In a weird little twist of serendipity—or perhaps torture, I wasn't sure which—my daughter's boyfriend Ryan and I had the same birthday. His parents were that cliched divorced couple that couldn't pick out a birthday card without lawyers present, so I had offered to let him have his party at my townhouse, which had turned into a combined party, which, while a neat idea on paper, had stretched the limits of my sanity and tolerance a little bit. While the beginning of the party had been fine in early afternoon when the "grown-ups" were there, the last of my friends had bailed at least two hours prior, so my home was now populated by at least a dozen kids in the 20-23 range, and though they were generally respectful, polite, and not heavy-drinking partiers, I did feel very out of place.
At least, I knew Emily was coming by later, which did make me smile. I had been sleeping with her—fucking like possessed rabbits was probably the most accurate way to put it, really—for the past six or seven weeks, and I was loving it. She was possessed of the spirit, sex drive, and enthusiasm of three divorced cougars, it seemed. The fact that she was a beautiful 22-year-old college girl and tremendously flattering for this 40-something to have in his bed sure didn't hurt, either. And with my daughter approving of me poking one of her best friends, I felt like I had won the jackpot. She had to work a late shift at the restaurant, but had promised to sneak in and wake me up with head around 1am. I checked my watch; it was just after 9. I wanted the clock to move forward. I noticed my dick twitching a bit in my pants at the thought of her, and was very grateful that I had chosen to wear jeans that day.
As I turned around from retrieving a cup from the counter, I almost plowed right into Cecelia—easy to do as she only stood 4'11," a bit over a full foot shorter than me.
"I'm so sorry," I blurted out, as she semi-shrieked in surprise.
"No, that's my fault Martin, I should have warned you I was behind you."
She looked up at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. Cecelia was a girl you automatically used words like cute, adorable, and captivating to describe. Today, she was dressed for the pool session the kids had earlier, her black hair still in a ponytail, a red tank top plunging a bit to show a generous bit of cleavage, and shorts that, despite being intended to be loose running shorts, hugged her generous and lovely, curvy hips. In fact, curvy was what Cecelia was, despite the short stature, and it certainly explained to me why Erin had confided in me at one point that her very traditionally Catholic Hispanic grandmother had been trying to marry Cecelia off since she was 16. Luckily both she and her parents wanted none of that nonsense, and had told her to finish school and get a career and marry when she wanted to, but even so, I couldn't help think occasionally when I looked at her that she was, as the old lame joke goes, built for comfort and not for speed. And I think every man with a pulse had once or twice wondered how comfortable she was, as I was trying not to now. Still, it was difficult not to stare at those incredibly perky tits—they had to be at least double-D's, and she was doing nothing to hide them.
"Happy birthday again, by the way," she said, very gently placing a hand on my chest. It wasn't intended to be sexual, but her touch was heavenly, and I was in no hurry for her to move it.
"Thank you. And thanks for coming to wish Ryan one, too," I responded.
"Oh, yeah. It was really a great idea to have the combined party. It's been a blast." I noticed just a very slight slur to her words. The kids had partaken of a little bit of booze, though nobody had gotten completely hammered. Still, I was a bit concerned. The occasional perverted thoughts aside, I automatically was a bit paternal with all of Erin's friends.
"Should you be driving?" I asked.
"It's okay, I'm not going to," she answered, then, she reached down and ever-so-gently grasped my hand. "I already asked Erin, but I hope you don't mind if I crash here tonight? I had about four or five drinks, and I'm a bit of a lightweight." She smiled up at me, her big brown eyes and caramel color skin perfectly contrasting her bright, white smile.
"Sure, I don't care, we have plenty of room," I nearly stammered. Truth was, I had just secretly hoped that she might drink a bit more, and accidentally end up in my bed, and my cock started stirring more, straining a bit against my jeans as he attempted to stand up, when Erin came up and broke the moment. I mentally both cursed and thanked her.
"Hey, dad, a lot of people are going to be leaving soon. Ryan's going to hang out for a bit. We may chill here or go over to his dad's later, I don't know. Cecelia is probably going to crash in my room to sleep it off, if you don't mind?"
"Not at all honey. I don't want anyone going to jail tonight."
"Ok, thanks!" and she sauntered off. Cecelia gave me another smile that melted me a bit, then turned and walked back to the couch. I tried not stare as her full, round ass sashayed across the living room, but I failed rather miserably. I thought of the still-unopened box of condoms I had purchased at Erin's advice, and secretly wished to crack it open with her, then turned around and cleared my head.
Several kids called out their thanks as I walked back into the living room. Now, it was down to Cecelia, Erin, Ryan, their friend Megan, and the last other couple, Richard and Courtney. "You want to finish the movie with us, Martin?" Courtney offered.
"No thanks," I replied, "I've seen it before, and anyway, I'm going to take the dog out and maybe try to get some rest." Erin smiled, and I tried not to as well, since I knew that she knew my only motivation for going to bed early was getting ready for Emily dropping by later that night—she wore me out every single time.
"Oh, ok," Courtney smiled, a grin that seemed almost substantial. I had a moment of panic—did she know about me and Emily? I really didn't want it all getting around, but on the other hand, I wasn't about to give up sex that good.
I leashed up the dog and took him across the street to the park, letting him do his business. After about 15 minutes of walking around, letting him sniff and piss on half the bushes, we made it back home. As I was about to enter, Courtney and Richard were walking out the door. "Are you leaving?" I inquired.
"Yeah," Courtney offered, giving me a quick hug, "Erin is saying she wants to go over to Ryan's dad's so they can 'chill,' and I don't want to be a cockblocker," she offered in a lower voice. Ryan lived in his dad's guest casita, which had some privacy as it was separate from the rest of the house, so they would often go over there to be intimate. "Megan already took off, she said thank you and left the rest of the cookies for you."
I smiled back at her, "Have a good night, kids," and shook Richard's hand. They got in their car and drove off, and I waved as I went back into the house.
Erin was slinging a backpack over her shoulder as I entered. "Hi Dad. We're going to go over to Ryan's dad's house. I'll probably spend the night." She kissed me on the cheek.
"How's Cecelia?" I asked.
"She's curled up in my bed. She should be fine, but check on her later if you think about it. Oh, and have fun with your date later tonight," she said through a grin.
"You too," I smiled back, kissing her on the cheek.
I started putzing around the kitchen, picking up a bit, loading dishes in the dishwasher, and had gotten lost in the task for several minutes when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Martin," Cecelia cooed.
I turned around and looked at her, and nearly groaned. She had switched the tank top out for a baseball-style shirt that showed no cleavage this time, but it wasn't much of an improvement. She had ditched her bra, so her nipples were showing through quite noticeably, and I was impressed to notice that her breasts, despite their size, seemed to have no sag. Youth did have its advantages, it seemed, although their size also ensured that the shirt showed off plenty of her lovely tummy, and I found myself trying not to stare. She had let her hair out of the ponytail, and it made its way down her shoulders, thick and black, to near the middle of her back. She had on plain ivory cotton panties, which has actually always done more for me than the thong or lacy numbers, and flip-flops. My mind went blank as I tried desperately not to stop drooling. "I'm going to go outside and look at the stars for a bit, want to join me?"
There was supposed to be a meteor shower that night, and since summer was here, it was plenty warm. Still, I couldn't help but be a bit paternal, and spit out "Don't you want to put something else on?"
"No, it's okay, it's just your backyard, and anyway, I'm hot right now. Liquor always does that to me," she said with a very sly smile.
We went outside, and I plunked down in the love seat on my patio set. I had expected Cecelia to take one of the chairs, but instead she just nudged me and said "Scoot over," quickly moving in beside me. My heart started beating a bit faster, as I began to wonder if she was one of the "volunteers" Erin had referred to. Had I ever noticed her being flirty or anything similar? I didn't want to presume and make a move that wasn't welcome, but Cecelia had been a bit familiar all night, and I was getting a bit worked up by it all.
She leaned in a bit, but not overly close. "Where's the big dipper?" she inquired.
"Right there," I pointed.
