"I know he's getting weak. I've been hypnotizing him for over a month, sending him text with subliminal messages, wearing slightly revealing outfits. Hopefully the pics I sent him help and give him an idea of the trophy he's going to win. I caught myself masturbating last night thinking about him. It was so hard to stop, but I had to. I was so close. I was so wet with my clit trapped between my fingers. I pinched and rubbed and then started to go. But they said it wasn't fair for me to have an orgasm without Jesse. Too bad he's at some house party tonight when he should be at home taking care of mommy till she can't walk." She closes her journal, staring at her closet.
"Dude! what's wrong, man, you're at party with bitches and booze, man!" Andrew yelled.
"My mom has been stressing me out. I can't get her out of my head," Jesse complained as those images of her in that see through nightie run through his head, that he deleted. He almost wants to ask for more, and she would happily send them. And that worries him even more.
"Jesse let the party heal you man. Drink. Smoke. Fuck a slut."
"Right... let the party heal me," he grabbed a bottle of Fireball and chugged some.
Some girl taps him on the shoulder; "if you're gonna drink my shit, you owe me a dance."
"Let the party heal me," he mused.
"Let it heal you, dude!" Andrew raised his beer.
She drug him to where people were dancing, grabbing the bottle, taking a swig as she twerked on him. As she turned around and they shared the bottle, he got a good look at her; she looked pretty much like his mom did back in her high school days. She wasn't Gwen, so he didn't care, she was a bit shorter, too. The bottle about empty after a few songs, freed his hands down her tiny shorts, with no underwear to be found.
"I'm Kenzi," her eyes locked on his. "Hey; I gotta go pee, I'm gonna finish this aaannddd find you later."
"Cool, I'm Jesse."
"Don't leave, now."
"I won't."
He walked around until he found himself in the backyard, watching two girls down to nothing but their thongs in a kiddie pool, wrestling in Jell-O. Some plus sized girl was walking around with some Jack Daniels and a shot glass, in a bikini pushing her giant tits pretty high.
"Wanna shot?"
"Sure," he reached for the glass.
"Uh-uh, pretty boy... these are titty shots," she stuck the glass in her cleavage and poured a shot, spilling some on her tits.
Jesse grabbed a tit in each hand, buried his face and pulled the glass free in his lips, drank it and licked what he could off of her.
"Damn you white boys are crazy," she laughed walking off.
Two beers later, he finds himself back in the house, wandering towards a line leading to a bedroom, looking for another bathroom.
"The power couple is deflowering virgins in there," Kenzi said from behind.
"Hey sexy lady," he mustered, turning around.
"I scored us a room, c'mon."
"I gotta piss real bad."