Humming along with the radio, Leigh was oblivious to the first knocks at the door. At the second set, she jumped slightly, thinking she wasn't expecting any company.
"Hello?" she called through the closed door. Through the partially closed blinds she could see three people.
"It's Justice." Came back a male voice.
She felt a tingle go through her belly. Justice was the downstairs neighbors son who she had been eyeing for ages. He was younger than her but already well formed and hot. There were plenty of times she had gone out on her porch scantily clad in a mid-thigh length t-shirt, bent over the rail, letting her ass show, hoping he would be inside the house staring out at her, head filled with thoughts of fucking her. Her pussy worked overtime fantasizing about his thick young cock thrusting inside her, pounding her until she came over and over again. Many nights she lay in bed, legs spread wide, finger fucking herself silly and moaning his name as she reached satisfaction.
Opening the door, she saw that two of his best friends, Brent and Kyler, were the two with him. "Hey, guys." She smiled.
Brent and Kyler shuffled around, smiling at their feet. Justice's green eyes swept over her, taking in her halter-top and jean shorts, stopping to linger on her impressive pair of tits. Because she was already turned on, her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, bringing a pink blush to her face.
"What's up, guys?" she asked.
"We were bored...wondered if you wanted some company," Justice smiled, a very smooth smile, she noted.
"Sure, come in." she stepped back, letting them past her, inhaling their cologne, which turned her on even more.
When she turned after closing the door, all three pairs of eyes were on her, intent and admiring. Justice had the same small smile on his face.
"You have anything to drink?" Justice asked.
Leigh opened the fridge and bent over, peering in. She felt their eyes on her again, sliding over her, and she felt that familiar tingle. "I have some beer."
"No hard liquor?" Brent spoke up.
She chuckled. "You think I'm going to let you guys go back downstairs drunk?"
"We won't drink too much," Kyler said quickly.
"All right," she relented, taking out a bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange juice. "How does a screwdriver sound?"
"Real good." Justice murmured.
She grabbed a couple glasses and prepared to make the drinks, but Justice took them from her hands, his fingers sliding over hers. "Let us make them."
His body heat pushed into her, making her very aware of how close he stood to her. His dark green eyes looked directly into hers and didn't waver, burning into her, and she vaguely realized how hard she was breathing.
"You go sit down.... we'll join you in a second." Justice continued.
Wordlessly she nodded and hurried out of the room, cursing herself inwardly for her deviant thoughts. How much younger than her were they...? At least two years, because she was twenty-one and Justice was either graduating from high school or had just graduated. Suddenly she couldn't remember.
Still stewing, she sat at the end of her couch, thought better of it, and moved to the middle. Why not play what she had...
In minutes, the boys were filing into the room, and Justice handed her a tall glass filled to the brim. Brent sat to her left, Justice to her right, and Kyler sat in a chair not far away.
"Drink up," Justice grinned, and all three boys started gulping it down. Not to be outdone, she did the same, cringing at the strong vodka taste as she swallowed the last of it.
For the next half an hour, they chatted aimlessly about school, work, getting in trouble, and parents. Leigh began feeling very drowsy, words got fuzzy around the edges, and her head felt like it weighed a ton.
The boys sounded far away. "...I think its taking affect." She heard Brent whisper.
"Finally," Kyler said. "My fucking cock is so hard I could break a concrete wall with it."
She knew she should feel alarmed, but her brain didn't want to cooperate with that emotion. If anything, she felt very loose, relaxed.
