It was two weeks after the kettle corn incident, and I was on my way to a birthday party.
Kyle Porter, Loni's brother, was turning 19, and Loni had invited me to it. I liked Kyle, so I grabbed some guitar picks and headed over.
"Craig, my man! I see you got me some guitar picks." Kyle grinned. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, Kyle. He looked a lot like Loni, but guy-ish. I wished I could look that good; Macy had a crush on him.
The greatest thing about the newly 19 Kyle was that he was too old to date Macy (at least in her mother's eyes). That left her open for me.
The party was at the Porter home, and I had only ever been there once, which was when I was partnered up with Loni to do an algebra project. It was a nice place, real huge.
"Hey Kyle, where's the little boys' room?" I asked, having had one too many Jones Sodas.
"Top of the stairs and turn left," he yelled, and went back to making out with an anonymous brunette.
I lumbered up the stairs while looking at the portraits on the wall. They were mainly of Loni, Kyle, and their older sisters. I walked down the hall past Loni's room.
After relieving myself, I was surprised to hear crying. Walking down the upstairs hallway, I traced it back to Loni's room.
"What's wrong, Loni?" I asked. Her mascara was running.
"Nothing. Well...you haven't been paying attention to me at all at this party."
"I'm sorry; I've been hanging out with the birthday boy."
"Oh." She smiled weakly. "Come in, sit down." She patted the bed.
I obediently went in and seated myself.
"Soooo," I said, looking at my hands, "what's up?"
She was smiling now. "Nothing, wanna make out?"
I was taken aback. "Uhhm, sure." She sat down next to me and leaned up towards me. She was kinda cute, I guess. Not beautiful, though. As I studied her face closely, I noticed smile lines, which would someday become wrinkles. I noticed her tanned shoulders, which would someday become leathery. I was almost sickened by the very thought of her ten years from now, but before I could do anything, her kisses enveloped me.
She giggled between kisses. "You're a great guy." She put her hands under my shirt and started to rub my back with cold hands. I shivered and wondered what I should do with my hands. Improvising, I put one arm around her back and rested my other hand on her breast. It seemed okay, so I went on.
It was at the point when she started to unbutton my jeans that I said stop.
"What's wrong?" Loni asked me, almost panting.
"Uhh...nothing..."
She smiled widely, revealing toothpaste-commercial white teeth. "You've never done it before, have you?"
"No! Of course I have..."
She bit her lower lip and tittered. "Don't worry; every cherry has his day. I mean, you're hard, don't you want to - "
I hadn't even realized that I was sporting a hard-on. I quickly blushed crimson.
What made it even worse was that, at that moment, Macy walked by.
I had left the bedroom door open. Macy stopped, gave the scene a once-over, stared especially at my crotch (which I vainly attempted to hide), and gave us both the thumbs up before shutting the door and walking away again.
I squinted my eyes shut and rubbed my temples.
Kyle Porter, Loni's brother, was turning 19, and Loni had invited me to it. I liked Kyle, so I grabbed some guitar picks and headed over.
"Craig, my man! I see you got me some guitar picks." Kyle grinned. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, Kyle. He looked a lot like Loni, but guy-ish. I wished I could look that good; Macy had a crush on him.
The greatest thing about the newly 19 Kyle was that he was too old to date Macy (at least in her mother's eyes). That left her open for me.
The party was at the Porter home, and I had only ever been there once, which was when I was partnered up with Loni to do an algebra project. It was a nice place, real huge.
"Hey Kyle, where's the little boys' room?" I asked, having had one too many Jones Sodas.
"Top of the stairs and turn left," he yelled, and went back to making out with an anonymous brunette.
I lumbered up the stairs while looking at the portraits on the wall. They were mainly of Loni, Kyle, and their older sisters. I walked down the hall past Loni's room.
After relieving myself, I was surprised to hear crying. Walking down the upstairs hallway, I traced it back to Loni's room.
"What's wrong, Loni?" I asked. Her mascara was running.
"Nothing. Well...you haven't been paying attention to me at all at this party."
"I'm sorry; I've been hanging out with the birthday boy."
"Oh." She smiled weakly. "Come in, sit down." She patted the bed.
I obediently went in and seated myself.
"Soooo," I said, looking at my hands, "what's up?"
She was smiling now. "Nothing, wanna make out?"
I was taken aback. "Uhhm, sure." She sat down next to me and leaned up towards me. She was kinda cute, I guess. Not beautiful, though. As I studied her face closely, I noticed smile lines, which would someday become wrinkles. I noticed her tanned shoulders, which would someday become leathery. I was almost sickened by the very thought of her ten years from now, but before I could do anything, her kisses enveloped me.
She giggled between kisses. "You're a great guy." She put her hands under my shirt and started to rub my back with cold hands. I shivered and wondered what I should do with my hands. Improvising, I put one arm around her back and rested my other hand on her breast. It seemed okay, so I went on.
It was at the point when she started to unbutton my jeans that I said stop.
"What's wrong?" Loni asked me, almost panting.
"Uhh...nothing..."
She smiled widely, revealing toothpaste-commercial white teeth. "You've never done it before, have you?"
"No! Of course I have..."
She bit her lower lip and tittered. "Don't worry; every cherry has his day. I mean, you're hard, don't you want to - "
I hadn't even realized that I was sporting a hard-on. I quickly blushed crimson.
What made it even worse was that, at that moment, Macy walked by.
I had left the bedroom door open. Macy stopped, gave the scene a once-over, stared especially at my crotch (which I vainly attempted to hide), and gave us both the thumbs up before shutting the door and walking away again.
I squinted my eyes shut and rubbed my temples.