Thanks to Cyonis for editing
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To say my boy Andy was unpopular would be a huge understatement. He had an IQ of 142, and played chess and backgammon for fun. Although he always said he was cool with his life and the way his classmates and so-called friends treated him, I knew deep down he was unhappy. A few months before his 18th birthday our family suffered a couple of financial setbacks, which were going to take at least a few years to bounce back from. As a result, we couldn't give him the car we had intended for him as he was going off to college next school year. We talked to him and as usual he 'understood' and was very reasonable about it, but I knew he had been counting on that car to finally be part of the cool kids and hopefully get his social life on track.
I decided then and there that I was going to give him an unforgettable birthday party. I put some money aside and started planning weeks in advance. I booked a local, popular rock band to perform in our garden and ordered his three favorite cakes, along with enough drinks and snacks to survive a nuclear holocaust. I made him send out the invitations three weeks in advance to lift his spirits. Unfortunately, a few days later, there were already 2 refusals in the mailbox. Since he had only invited 4 guys and 2 girls, he had already lost a third of his guests. This was going the wrong way. I hid them from Andy and thought of what I could do.
I looked at the refusals... one of them was from Garry. From what I'd been told, he was one of the most popular guys in school. He'd always treated Andy fair, but inviting him seemed like a long shot. I am sure a guy like that had other opportunities. Still, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed that Garry was the solution. If I could convince him to attend, I am sure it would significantly increase the chance of other people attending as well.
I drove up to his house that same evening and rang the doorbell. His mother answered the door. Not wanting to come across as a desperate mother begging for attendance at her son's birthday party, I fibbed as to the real reason I was there and told her I was on the school committee, looking for volunteers for the school BBQ.
"Good luck with that," she laughed before turning around and calling down Garry on her way back into the living room.
Garry came down the stairs and looked me up and down as soon as I was within range.
"I am Andy's mom," I said, "I am here to talk about his birthday party."
"Yeah, I don't know if you've gotten my rsvp yet, but I won't be able to attend," he said.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," I replied, "Is there any way you could change your mind, it would mean the world to Andy."
"Look, no offense, but your son and I aren't even that close, we say hello to each other in the hallway, that's it..." he said, blatantly staring at my big tits. To be fair, I am a 34C and I was showing a lot of cleavage, so I let it go.
"But you're too cool to come to his birthday party, is that it?" I blurted out.
"Wow, hey, look lady... I am one of the good guys here okay, do you know how much crap your son has to take from all the other kids... at least I don't bully him!" he retorted.
Realizing I had lost my cool, I said, "You're right, I am sorry, but this whole party kind of stands or falls with you... I am betting a lot of kids will follow your example, if you attend and come, I am sure they will too."
"Yeah well, I am not so sure... this could easily backfire, I am sorry for Andy, he seems like an okay guy, but there's no way in hell I'll risk social exile for him," he said as his gaze wandered up and down my curvy body, from my knees all the way to my blond weaving hair.
"So, there's nothing I can say to change your mind?" I asked.
Hesitantly he shook his head.
"Ok, thanks for your time then... sorry to have bothered you," I said as I headed back to the car.
"You know..." he said, apparently only now realizing the potential of this situation, "There's nothing you can say, but maybe there's something you can do."
Before I even turned around, I realized what he meant...under any other circumstances, I likely would have ignored his comment and gone home, but I was determined to do whatever I could to make this birthday party succeed.
I turned around, walked up to Garry again and said, "And just what might that be?"
"You could show me your tits," he said unabashed, cocking his eyebrow with a smirk.
"Right here?! Are you crazy?" I asked, letting him know I was open to bargaining.
"No, not here, in the shed out back," he replied.
"And then you'll come to Andy's party?" I asked, wheedling him to give me his word.
"I'll certainly be more inclined to say yes," he said.
"Not good enough Garry, what will it take for you to say yes?" I asked him bluntly.
"Well," he thought for a few moments, "I'll need to see you naked, all of you... and a handjob, maybe..."
"Woah Garry, slow down," I said, trying to get the upper hand in the conversation, even though I was actually at his mercy, "I am not a big fan of paying in advance, delivery first or no deal."
"Look, I haven't gotten laid in like a week, I am going to need a down payment or something," he said, clearly aroused. His crotch was bulging.
"How's this; I'll show you my tits, you make sure everyone knows you'll attend the party and when I've gotten at least five confirmations, I'll come back and give you that hand job."
He thought for a few seconds, then said, "You show me your tits AND cunt right now, you give me a blowjob as a show of good faith, and I'll make sure there's at least ten people at the party and after you've gotten ten confirmations, you let me fuck you."
I too took a few moments to think about his offer, then said, "I'll show you my tits and cunt right now, I'll give you a handjob as a sign of good faith, and when I get fifteen confirmations, I'll come back and suck your balls dry, how's that?" I deliberately started using fouler language to pull him over the line.
He seemed to be thinking a little longer than before, so to sweeten the deal, I added "And if you can get that number up to twenty, I'll let you fuck me... with a condom."
"Done!" he blurted out.
"OK," I said, "I am going to have to see your ID, I need to know you're 18... I'm not going to jail over this."
"I'll go grab my driver's license," he said, "I'll meet you in the shed, it's open."
I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I kept telling myself it was the only way to make a success out of Andy's party.
I snuck around the house and headed for the shed, which was indeed open. After waiting for a few minutes, he reappeared and flicked on the light, handing me his ID.
"Won't your parents get curious about the light?" I asked, as I looked over his ID.
"Our living room is in the front; they won't see the light unless they come up, which they never do," he said, already unzipping his pants. Well, he was 18 years and three months from the looks of it, so I handed it back to him and slowly took off my coat. As he gawked at me and started jacking his dick in front of me, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, took it off and then unclasped my bra. He moaned as my big tits came into view. After dropping my bra, I unzipped my skirt in the back and slowly let it slide down my legs. His cock was rock hard and pulsating from jacking it. Down to my panties, I took a deep breath, gathered my courage and slowly started pushing them down.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said as he gawked at my bare cunt.
Not knowing what to do next - I was wearing nothing but my high heels and some jewelry at this point - I extended my hand and slowly replaced his hand around his fat dick with my own. God, it was so incredibly hard... I could feel the veins against my skin. I began jacking him off as he couldn't pry his eyes away from my body. I jacked and I jacked for several minutes as he stood there drooling and trembling on his legs. Suddenly he arched his back, wheezed and began shooting cum on the floor. The first jet caught me off guard and splattered against my right leg, but the rest of his cum ended up splattering on the concrete floor. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his dick and rushed to start getting dressed again, not even bothering to clean up as he just stood there panting and catching his breath.
"So," I said as I flung my hair over my coat again, "I'll send out the invitations to his whole class tonight. I'll be keeping an eye on the mailbox."
On my way back to the car and in the car ride home, I kind of felt like a slut, but I reminded myself that it was worth the trouble.
I wrote another 26 invitations and put them in the mail that very night.