My wife Andi and I are very busy. She's a lawyer and I have a thriving business which takes one or both of us out of town frequently. That was the case this weekend. I had meetings Friday in one town and a thousand miles further away on Monday; which meant another weekend of traveling and hotels. Andi's corporate client insisted on working through the weekend to meet a tight deadline so she was stuck away too. That left our two daughters home alone. It's not as bad as it sounds. Lauren just turned 18, a National Honor Society scholar, and heading off to college in a few months on a Track and Field scholarship. Emily is three years younger and is a very responsible not-quite 15. She's the spitting image of her mother with thick auburn hair, green eyes, and has me wrapped around her finger. If her mother wasn't there to stop me, my little Em would be the most spoiled girl on the planet. Anyway, Lauren is a good girl and she looks after her little sister.
We finished up a little late Friday and I had to rush to catch my flight. On the way to the airport, I got a call from my next client who told me they weren't ready and asked to delay our meeting. There was nothing I could do so we rescheduled. Having run into this a lot over the years, I always buy refundable tickets. As expected on a Friday afternoon, when I got to the airport I struggled to find a flight home. The only flight I could get that night flew east, stopping in Atlanta, then changing planes in Denver, and finally into LAX. At least the time change was working in my favor. I finally got off the plane at about 10:30. I got my bag and was in my car less than an hour later for the 45 minute drive home drive.
As I turned onto our street, I saw a couple of cars in front of our house. My kids know they aren't supposed to have guests over when we're not around but I breathed a little easier when I saw Ty's car. He's a nice young man who's been friends with Lauren since elementary school and has always been very respectful and protective of her. I didn't recognize the other one but I did recognize that the girls hadn't taken the trash cans in from the street and they'd been sitting there since Wednesday; when I'd called to remind them to put them out! I got out of my car, pulled my bags from the trunk, sat them by the car and started to roll the trash, yard waste, and recycling cans up to the gate. As I opened the gate, I heard voices and music down by the pool and I went to see who'd come over. As I made my way down the ten or so steps to our backyard, the voices became more distinct. There was Ty, I'd recognize his voice anywhere. I heard Jeff, which is no surprise since where you found Ty, you found Jeff. There was also a third guy, who sounded a little whiny, excited and almost squealing as he spoke. And I heard Lauren. She was giggling but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I rounded the corner and saw her.
For her last four years, every fall has been spent playing volleyball, the winter on the swim team, and the spring pole vaulting. She's firm and lean and right then, three horny young guys had their eyes locked on her. My little girl was topless, wearing a mint-green bikini bottom, her strawberry blond hair falling just short of her pink, up-turned nipples, that are perched on firm b-cups. Her tapering waist widened to hips that are wide enough to give a very feminine shape but narrow enough for her to look every inch the athlete she is. Her legs are long, trim, and just the right bit of muscle to not look masculine. She was a little unsteady and leaned against our outdoor kitchen that flanks the built-in gas grill. She was slowly running her fingers over the silver knob-shaped top of a Casa Nobel Anejo tequila bottle as if she was trying to make it cum.
Panicked by what I saw, I ducked behind the vine covered wood lattice that hides the pool mechanicals. I know I should have just broke it up and sent everyone home, but like some split-second reactions, I moved the wrong way and now I'm in and committed. I could have just yelled then or retreated back up the steps but instead I found myself in the perfect vantage point. I could see the entire pool deck between the leaves and I regretted it. Why didn't I just stop the party when I was standing there?
The whiney kid, who I don't know, was overly excited. He's an average looking guy. Maybe 5'10", 160 pounds, wearing baggy swim trunks. The only remarkable thing about him was his red hair. He was goading her, begging to do shots. She was ignoring him but smiling at Ty, sometimes biting gently on her lower lip with a lusting look in her eyes.
I could see Ty laying on one of the chaise lounges. He was at a 45 degree angle to me, facing away toward Lauren. If I moved to my left a few feet I could be less than two feet from him. As it was, I was maybe five or six and could see all of him. His lean, chiseled frame was wearing bright red board shorts and he had what was left of a beer hooked under his right forefinger. He's a young man but certainly not small; listed in the high school football programs as 6'7" and 250 pounds. He's one of the few black kids in our lily-white area and is as nice a person as you'll ever meet. But his big toothy grin was doing nothing to hide the look in his eyes. He was a lion and my little girl was a gazelle. The look in her glassy, tipsy eyes says she wanted to be hunted and brought down. And I was being drawn in by the hunt.
She reached over the counter and pulled out four red plastic cups. She could have gone around but this gave her a chance get up on her toes, bend over slightly, and push her ass toward the guys. The cut of the bikini bottom was a perfect compliment to her young, teen, ass. She paused as she grabbed the cups. With her feet slightly apart, you could see the slightest thigh gap and the material of her bikini pulled tight across her mound. It didn't last long as she went back to her heels. As she did her bikini rode up ever so slightly. Reflexively, she slid a finger under each side of her bottom and pulled the material tight. I doubt if most women understand how sexy that is but Jeff does. I could hear him mutter, "Oh fuck Lauren." He was seated in a deck chair with his back was to me and couldn't see him but the redhead's eyes were wide open and his jaw hung open.
She poured everyone a very long pull of my favorite tequila. She moved toward the redhead, with all four cups in her hands, and it was obvious she was drunk. I could see by the trash around the pool that they'd knocked off at least a 12-pack of beer, a bottle or two of wine, and now they're moving on to tequila. With her fingers pinching two cups together by the rims, she extended her arm to the whiner and handed him a drink. That asshole took the cup in one hand and pinched right her nipple with the other. She pulled her arms in to cover her tits, showed a slight smile, and told him to keep his hands to himself. Ty sat up and gave the redhead a look that clearly told him that he'd pay a price if Lauren needed the help. The whiny kid shriveled and quietly said, "Sorry Lauren." She pulled hands away from her chest, showed him her tits, smiled, and gave a very perky, "It's OK. You just surprised me."
It was obvious she was enjoying the attention. She turned to Jeff handed him his, walked over and gave Ty a cup, then went back and leaned on the counter. The redhead started chanting, "Shots. Shots. Shots." Lauren rolled her eyes and downed her drink in one long swallow and slammed her cup on the counter. Her face flushed and screwed-up into a look of pain mixed with disgust. She held the back of her hand to her mouth and gasped. The others followed her lead, downing theirs with coughs and groans. After she regained her composure she gave Ty a long look and reached behind the counter, turned up the music and started to dance.
Slowly at first she started to sway, then rotating her hips as she turned around and around in front of these guys. I was watching in disbelief and about to jump up when the redhead just started babbling.
