I had turned eighteen. I had graduated high school. I was working all summer before moving to attend college.
I had also broken up with my girlfriend soon after prom because I wouldn't follow her to another college in the fall. I was over it but missed our hooking up. I hadn't received any physical sexual contact other than my hand in over a month.
I was alone for the weekend, had the house to myself. I did have a plan though. I had ran into a soon to be Senior girl named Laura who worked at the grocery store. We had always been friendly in school. I heard her call my name "David" that afternoon while I was picking out a steak to enjoy. After some small talk about summer plans and college plans I got the nerve to ask her if she'd like to hang out tonight at my house. I told her I'd grill her a steak and bake a potato for her as I'd enjoy the company.
Laura agreed but seemed hesitant. I figured it was just anxiety, I couldn't have been more right. Laura wasn't a ten. She was very pretty in a plain, athletic, sometimes tomboy way. She was on the softball, basketball and track teams. Smaller chest with legs for days with curvy hips and ass. I told her my address and that dinner would be ready around seven.
She arrived at six forty five wearing short denim cutoffs and a tight fitting Guns & Roses tee shirt with Birkenstock sandals. No makeup, just Raybans and a natural beauty.
As we ate, We talked about school, social groups and sports. I decided to inquire why I'd never seen her date anyone. Laura got quiet and took another bite. The silence was awkward, so much so that I interjected with an apology. Laura cut me off and asked me if I could keep a secret.
I told her She didn't need to explain and it was none of my business. She blurted out interrupting me, "I like girls".
I'm pretty quick so I blurted out, "I do too".
Silence......
Then she started laughing.
I promised her I'd keep it confidential. I was disappointed, she was definitely my type and we got along well. We hung out until about eleven and she said she needed to be home by eleven thirty. I walked her out, said goodbye and she kissed my cheek and mentioned that we should hang out more this summer. I agreed.
Disappointed but glad to have a budding friendship I decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally. I turned down the lights, stripped naked in the den and used the browser on the television to go to pornhub. I browsed the usual milf porn, lesbian porn. I finally settled on mff threesome halfway fantasizing about having my ex and Laura at the same time.
I was lost in my self manipulated mania.
I never heard my great uncle Gabe pull up to the house or enter the house.
Gabe was the youngest sibling of my grandfather. He was just two years older than my father and only 47. He and my father were more like best friends and brothers than uncle and nephew. Gabe is a good old boy as they call them. He hunts, fishes, drinks beer when he's not building houses. He's never been married but always had a good looking girlfriend as long as I had been alive.
Gabe is just below six foot, great shape, muscular but not hulking. He is clean cut, all American handsome type of guy.
I felt my orgasm building. I was really working my magic on myself. Then I heard it.
"Fire. Fire. Fire. Everyone get out."
I jumped out of my own skin. I fell off the recliner and crawled back to my feet naked as the day I was born with a raging erection.