The summer of 1988 brought about a few changes to my life, the first was I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years. We dated through high school, explored our sexuality together and eventually out grew each other. The next week, I pissed my mother off by taking a year off instead of going to college as was originally planned. I was going to work construction for the summer and fall, take unemployment in the winter, work construction next summer and then go on to college.
I think what pissed her off the most was the fact that I was now going to spend my free nights drinking and partying as often as I could with my friends before most of them leave for their various schools. She was right, night after night we would get together on some old back road and drink cheap beer, if we were lucky someone scored some decent weed.
One hot Friday night in the middle of July something happened to change my life again, all of my friends' either had dates or were busy for our usual activities. So I found a guy of age to buy me a case of beer and he also had a few joints I could score off of him as well. I took my beer and pot home, it would not be a problem due to the fact my parents were gone for the weekend.
When I got home, I plopped down on the couch, pulled a cold beer from the cardboard case and chugged it down. Then I got another one out and picked up the remote to look for something to watch on television. So I put some music on the stereo, just loud enough not to disturb the neighbors and went out onto the porch with my case of beer.
To my surprise after about twelve beers and one joint I see a figure walking down the street, as the figure passes under the streetlight I could see it was Debbie Taylor my mother's best friend. She was also one of my favorite masturbation fantasies growing up and here she was around midnight walking around. She was walking down the sidewalk now adjacently to our house, she was right by our porch now as she continued her walk. I decided to take a risk, she had always seemed to be very cool whenever she was around.
"Hey Debbie!" I said loudly.
"Oh shit Bobby, you scared me half to death." She exclaimed grabbing her heaving chest and jumping back a couple of feet.
"Taking a late night walk, it's almost midnight?" I asked her.
"Couldn't sleep good, too hot in the bedroom so I decided to take a walk in the cool night air to cool off.?" She replied coming closer to the porch. "Are they cold?"
"Oh the beer, they are still cool enough to be refreshing, you aren't going to say anything to my mom and dad are you?" I asked coyly when I reached in to hand her one.
"Only if you don't say anything to my husband." She laughed taking the beer and coming up onto the porch and sitting in my mom's porch swing.
Debbie looked very hot and I'm talking about how hot the weather made her feel, she only had on a white wife beater shirt on and no bra, her thirty six-c breasts were pushing against the material, her nipples were bulging out as well. I pair of tight cut off shorts and a pair of leather sandals was all she had on. Her long blonde hair was matted with sweat and sticking to her face as she popped open her can of beer and began to drink it down.
We sat for over an hour making small talk and finally drinking the rest of my beer, but I let her have most of the remaining beer in hopes of giving her a buzz. I had moved over to sit with her on the porch swing, as she was getting ready to leave I made a suggestion.
"Hey you want to smoke a little weed before you go?" I boldly asked.
"You have some weed. Cool let's toke up then." She said as I pulled the joints from my pocket.
I handed one to her and then lit it for her when she put it in between her lips, she took a long drag off of it and then began to cough. I took a hit off of it and waited for her to calm down, then she took it back from me to take another hit. This time she did not have a coughing fit as we both passed the first joint back en forth until it was gone.
