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Ahhhhh... high school graduation. All those years of determined freedom, finally earned. No more vice-principal to harass you for nonsensical irresponsibility – the kind of discipline that should have been left in grade school. Freedom to stand and declare your individuality from society's simple standards. Finally, the freedom to embrace... me.
From this day forward, Seth Addams would make his own choices. I would choose what direction to move towards. I would choose which hurdle to leap; which to smash the shit out of; or avoid completely. My choices. Mine to discover. Mine to determine the importance of. My world to run through. MY shoes, chosen by ME.
I would revel in the great ass days following that 'get out of jail free card' they call a high school diploma. My invitation to the party known as Life. cheerleader upskirts No black-tie necessary, thank you.
What better way to embark upon this life, than to introduce a woman named Serena, to the world I would educate. I thought I would send her through the door before me. Would that not be the gentlemanly thing to do? Yes, escort Serena to the world held before her. Suit her with a pair of embellished wings. Hand her the apple. Slip inside that question mark she had hidden unspoken. Spark her burn. Fuck her senseless! 'Till she knew the devil was nothing to fear.
A woman needs to know the way. And the path lies right in her center.
I would deliver that message...
Or so I ebony babes had planned.
The party was set for 8:30 pm. Jake and Lynn Forresters' parents had left that morning for a weekend of 'quality time' in Mexico. Seemed anything but coincidental that they would leave their house unattended, the weekend after high school graduation – to two of the better known party animals of the school. I found that amazing. They were far from out of tune with what was going on in their children's lives. These kids had their parents well trained. Either that, or there was some unspoken understanding, eh.
Now, in high school, nude girls 8:30pm means 'We're thinking maybe 9pm or so. 8pm would be too early, we don't wanna be geeks. And if we say 9pm you may not show 'till close to 10pm, which would be a bit late. So try to be there around 9 or 9:30 at the latest.' It's unwritten law. NOBODY shows up at 8:30pm. Nobody. Unless... she's never been to a party, eh.
So, I made the mistake of arriving at 9pm to greet Serenas entry. (Picking her up at her home was a real bad idea. Who knew what the parents were like? And it wasn't truly set as a date. I only invited her to participate. So we had agreed to meet at the party. She had her little Honda Civic to get her there.)
I was dressed in casual attire: faded blue jeans only slightly baggy; long sleeve, button down green silk shirt, untucked, wrists rolled up two cuffs; and an understated leather necklace, with a small crystal dangling from the end. And no underwear (that shit only gets in the way - leaves me feeling contained. No bueno.) when I knocked on the door of my moment of greatness...
Quickly, it was not going according to plan.
Jake answered the door; slapped me on the face and declared "Friend, what kind of a man sends a woman unattended?"
I juked him slightly, stepped back with my arms held out like I was from Jersey and replied, "What, Amy Brennamin didn't bring her tits with her?"
"No, jack-ass. Ever heard of a eminem naked girl named Serena?"
And there she was off Jake's right shoulder – Serena. On the couch, looking confused, frightened, and completely out of brunette anal her element (what WAS her element anyway?). Jake's sister Lynn was keeping her company – ass hole but that's a bit of a culture shock for someone like Serena, I'm sure. I've never heard Lynn talk about much of anything but boys and basketball – if not open pussy cock and how she wants it put to her! Serena looked supremely uncomfortable. She was a bit in the distance, but I did immediately notice she had her brunette cum hair pulled back under a metalic blue bow, and swept down behind her timid shoulders. A little tuft remained free and jutted out over her forehead to her brow. It looked natural, but it wasn't. I could tell she spent plenty of time to get it to look like that. I found it compelling...
Jake continued to bark baloney in my ear as I fixated on her, and considered my next move. I listened to very little. Finally "Hey, is this your idea of chicks, Seth?"
I grinned a bit and replied "Actually, brother Jake, yes it is. But she's not the only one I invited. The twin towers haven't arrived? She normally likes to get there early to survey and establish herself, no?"
Of course, I was speaking of Amy. And just at that moment... here comes 'Mom's' BMW screeching around the corner. Amy Brennamin – making her entrance. The girl did have direction.
"Ok, so Hello Dolly – that's it?"
"There's one more, my friend. You'll like."
"I best. That Serena chick may not even sit at the table! And you know I won't stand for Kazongas here, if she gets all moody latino babes skimpy g string bikini on me. I entrusted you..."
"Hey Jake" I interrupted "have I ever let you down in the past?
He took a brief moment to contemplate, then added "No. You haven't." Then considered "This wouldn't be a first would it?"
"No Jake, it wouldn't. I deliver"
"Hehehehe, yeah man. That's my boy!'
And off he went to redheads naked cop a feel on Amy.
That meant I was pro cheerleaders topless left to explain to Serena how I had left her to fend for herself. Maybe it was a cop-out, but I chose the nonchalant approach – and entered very casually.
Jake and sis had the town's finest homestead. As far as teenage paradise goes – this was the place. High ceilings, wood everywhere, light brown carpeted floors, unbreakable furniture, bedrooms upstairs. It had that ski-lodge kinda feel, though space was plentiful. Gameroom down the lower hall. REAL nice circular dining table (quite suitable for 'quarters'). And of key importance – pool in the rear, baby. Jacuzzi equipped to the side. The Forrest family was fucking hip, Ok? We wanted to be there.
Currently Serena still sat on the white, plush, stain-cured couch; staring forward while Lynn quipped in her ear. I paused for a moment to watch her squirm. And smiled to myself as I noticed the difference between 'offended' and 'guilt'.
She turned her head to cover her mouth and blast those big beautiful eyes in response to something Lynn had offered – and caught me standing there, witnessing her.
"SETH!" she smiled exuberantly and bolted upright off the couch. Then a small look of uncertainty crossed her face. As if she had been caught red handed.
I grinned.
She went into thumb twiddling mode, questioning her looks; couldn't be any more adorable (as far as THIS man is concerned). And she looked completely angelic, yet understanding of the need to appear, well, 'approachable'. That was a pleasant surprise. Her torso was laced with a shadowy thin, white, naked black girls button down blouse. The top 2 buttons were revealed – not quite to sternum. It was casually displayed. Also micro mini thong bikini of note – I could make out a fine quality white lace bra through the material of the blouse. The blouse clung to her fabulous breasts, loosely. This tapered down her waist, sculpted into a blue belt to match her bow, made of a similar material to the bow – ribbon like. Her hips held an also fine white, complete class skirt that was ABOVE the knee (had NEVER seen that on her). It was somewhere between 'mini' and to the knee.
Lets just say she was fetching without asking for it. Perfect.
The results were, well, for me - breathtaking. Here was Serena, in a room full of heidons about to get plastered – looking the presence of an angel.
Serena... the one I adore.
Over the next couple hours, everyone arrived and found themselves a nice juicy buzz-on. There was plenty of Pot, some Tequila, Sangria, some of that Wine Cooler crap, and of course – Cerveza.
Amy had followed me in, and made sure we noticed her knockers – as well as what a self-interested bitch she had become. Serena hardly noticed her. Fittingly, I was impressed by her lack of consideration, enchantment, or intimidation when in the presence of the head cheerleader. That was a little of a surprise.
Then came Francesca. A look from Jake to me showed valid approval. I just grinned back at him. God, she was one sexy bitch. Always so calm and collected. She moves through a room like a waft of perfume. That tan leather mini-skirt swimming across that fantastic French ass; her legs poetic grace – fine form. Decidedly bald vaginas erotic without flaunting... except for those insane nipples of TNT, screaming through a satin one piece blouse; THEY flaunted. It was difficult to be around her and not fixate. And she was the wild card, eh. What would we discover from Francesca before the night was through? Jake's randy sister Lynn took certain notice immediately. There was a kinetic energy between the two of them throughout the night. They were rarely standing side by side, but when one was in another part of the room – the other always knew where. Something was going to happen there for certain. Yum, yum! My intentions.
And when Kletch came in, no surprise, he stumbled through the door with 3 other shmucks and some drunk whore in tow, whoopin' and hollering 'Party crash. Grab the stash!' But this was Jake's place, eh. That shit didn't fly at Jake's place and Kletch's buddies had to hit the road; whore included.
As much as I wanted to spend every millisecond with Serena, I naked black men forced her to mingle much of the time. She needed to branch out. This was part of her freedom. This was part of the lesson. She needed to suck it up – and she did pretty well. You can bet I watched her, as unassuming and cleverly as possible; as often as I could. She'd stand there by the fridge in the kitchen, with a drink in her hand that she hardly drank from (she'd bring it to her lips now and then, but I never saw her fill it) and watch peoples lips move – with a shy smile on her own. Blush like a rose when one of the guys would toss a comment her way, or test her humor, her geek meter, her character or what they could get away with. She handled it all pretty well, considering.
Occasionally free nudes she'd end up in a corner having gossip talk babes cars with the girls. You know - when they're putting their hands to their mouths to be subtle, yet completely giving away all subtlety by being so obvious in that maneuver. Only, Serena never put her hand to her mouth like the other girls. Serena had subtlety down to a science – she didn't need to put her hand to her mouth, eh.
I took her aside at moments to check up on her. Sink my eyes into hers. Make shaved pussy pictures her feel me breathe with the thought of it. Touch her now and then unobtrusively, yet shaved smooth beavers electrically – when the moment wanted it; usually during speech. Early on I could feel her freeze when I did that. But as the night went on, and I gained a rapport – she eased. I made her laugh a lot. I teased her a little. Generally tried to make daily brunette her feel silly for being such a chicken. "Look Serena, I know you're afraid. But there's nothing to fear here. You're not gonna be criticized. These people are all friends of mine. They know if I chose you to be here, that there's a damn good reason for it. And there is"
"What's the reason?"
"I want you here"
At moments like that one, I'd let that warm mischief crawl up the edge of my lip, and smile a knowing smile. Sometimes followed by a quick wink on the same edge of my face. It's a textbook wise wink people – I got that workin' for free redhead porn me. It seems to shatter fear. And it worked on her.
At other moments she'd be speaking and I'd trail my eyes around her hairline, apparently lost in thought. But I heard every word she spoke. It was all according to plan...
Suddenly, close to eleven, we were sitting at the couch alone and I slammed my beer down on the table – direct, not violent; turned to her, pointed a finger and declared "Tequila!"
She looked like I was holding her up at gunpoint.
"YOU – will now have Tequilla" And I gave her the 'Yup, let's go ride the go-carts!' look.
"Don't be ridiculous - I can't have Tequilla, Seth. No, no, no"
"Oh, but you will..." And I got up to leave. "I'll be right back with shots – don't move"
Out of the back of my head I saw Serena grin as I sauntered off to the kitchen. You can't convince me I didn't see it. I had pretty much reached the limit on getting 'chumy' with Serena. It wasn't going to progress any further without a little loosening up medicine. A little bit of 'I have an excuse to let things slip' juice. A few shots of tipsy. I wanted her totally mentally capable, mind you. But I felt I had this girl figured out and she wanted to scratch and sniff just as bad as I wanted her to. She just needed the courage... and leadership, to present itself. Enter Jose Cuervo...
"Hey Seth! A moment, my man." Joe Kletch needed a word with me. Swell.
"What's the matter, Joe. Forgot your Depends?"
"Ha, ha, funny guy. No – I'm just interested to know about your little couch couchie there. What's the deal?"
"No deal, Joe. We're not playing cards"
"Yeah? Well maybe you should be. I'm thinkin' strip drunk babes poker is about your only chance of getting that sweety, sweaty."
"Didn't know you were a poet, Kletch"
"Waaaaaa, poet and didn't know it!" This guy's just fucking brilliant. "But seriously, you think she'd like to meet my little buddy?" For those of you late to the story, that's Joe's cock. And it's truly far from little.
"In your current condition, my friend, I'm wondering if you haven't misplaced him" I countered.
"Oh no, there ain't no misplacin'. I gots him right here" And he went for the belt, the buttons, and string bikini models started reaching in..."
"Joe, Joe, put that fucker away, man! Wait 'till Bazooka girl drops a few more drinks" I tried to blanket the guy from anyone outside the kitchen.
"Who, Amy Brennamin?! Fuaack her. I'm tired of tunneling those titties – I want some strange, Head. Lemme take a crack at yer girl"
"Listen Joe, no offense, you're the fuck champ, but you may be a bit intimidating for this girl. She's more my size, if you know what I mean. And I don't have any plans as of ye –" Suddenly Joe roared "Quarters!! Table top time, peeps! Let's get this party pumpin!" then whispered sloppy in my ear "Let's get in the ring, Barnamum Bailey. Best man wins" And off he went to the table. With everyone else in tow.
I looked back to the couch to see Serena sitting there; hands folded; peering at me; a quizical look on her face; mouthing the word 'quarters?'
Now, I could take the outside approach and attempt to separate myself from the clan with Serena – but I knew she'd be far too compelled by curiosity to make that work. So, I folded and joined the table. Armed with a bottle of Cuervo (which I'd shaved cunts now planned to use on Kletch!) I porn for women went to Serena for quick details.
"We're gonna play a drinking game. It won't be with Tequila unless you request that." I was kneeling before her on the couch breast torture in the squat stance, offering myself as nurturing as possible while remaining protective. It crossed my mind I felt really comfortable doing so. babes miniskirts "The way it works is: We go around in a circle trying to bounce a quarter in a cup. If it sinks – you get to instruct someone to drink. And it's only like a sip. If you sink it 3 times in a row, you get to make a rule. That's where it gets complicated. If you don't follow women kissing all the rules properly, you could end up drinking beer like a horse dumb blonde jokes at a trough. BUT, that's not gonna happen to you, cuz I'll remove you from the table if it gets to that point."
I felt like a father at bikini swimsuit Baseball try-outs. And she looked like she wasn't gonna make the team.
"Do you trust me Serena?"
And then a brilliant smile released from her face. A genuine smile of peace and certainty. "Yes Seth. I do. You're right. I can do this. I need to try. Let's go". And she jumped up from the couch ready to go to bat. So I think I'll have that father thing workin' for me.
We were half way to the table when I realized Serena's hand was in mine. Delicately destined. Belonging. And I don't think I was the one to reach for it. Then she stiffened. I happened to catch sight of Amy taking asian models a chair as I was leaning in to question Serena. Amy's sweater had apparently got lost in the night. Inside a small tank top, her hoguns were warbling against each other as she leaned over, like 2 volleyballs stuffed into far too small a bag! It really was truly amazing how anyone could have tits THAT big, and apparently THAT firm (judging by her current exposed cleavage) on a body anything less than monstrous. (And this was before boob jobs took over, people!) But it was true. She was stacked on a tight little package. And not afraid to show it. She was pakistani babes also sitting down like the Queen of Hearts in Alice's Wonderland. I realized this was the source of Serena's consternation. She had frozen in her tracks and her face went stone. Then her eyes moved to Lynn Forrester, who was standing on her knees leaning over the table to punch her brother Jake for a snide remark. Lynn wore Jeans and boots – always. Lynn knew how to wear jeans. Either that, or her ass simply did. Yup – her ass wore jeans. Her ass was currently wearing jeans very nicely and well presented, I might add. I started to hear a knock in my own pants... when Francesca waltzed by us and lightly grazed my back politely with her hand as she took a seat. A verrrrrry nice seat. And she sat so convincingly... so, erotically... And her smell was soooo...
Again I felt Serena clench in my hands. A look to her face and all else was erased. She was absolutely distraught. So very visibly vexed. A look of a farmgirl watching her neighbors' dance in produce while her father's crops eroded. Wow – this girl had me absolutely charmed. I would do anything to soothe her. Her pain was my own.
"Serena? Did I mention how attractive your hair looks tonight?"
See, she wasn't aware that she had stopped walking like that. She didn't feel her hand pulse in mine like that. That's not how Serena works. She doesn't realize stuff until she's moved on to the next action. That's where the constant unbalance comes from. The uncertainty. And it's somehow what I declare so becoming. I realized at that moment that if I don't give her the opportunity to rethink her last action – she won't have time to get embarrassed about it. Plus, I obviously recognized the words she needed to hear. When I say it, it reads genuine.
And it earned me another smile. (Not to mention extra red cheeks).
So, we sat down, Serena 2 seats away from me on my right; Francesca between she and I (that perfume was killing me); Lynn Forrester on my left (which I was comfortable with); her brother Jake, Kletch, and then Amy between Kletch and Serena (thank God. Those tits could obstruct anything. Even Kletchs greedy fingers... which is just how Amy likes it.). Obviously I would have preferred seating next to Serena, but this allowed me to screw up any round the table in a row drinks for her.
A half-hour or so new dumb blonde jokes went by with everyone being pretty respectful of Serena. The guys weren't stupid: Get the tramps good and lit and our odds improve drastically. Kletch was trying his damndest to get the quarter in the cup, but he was so fucking looped already he couldn't get it in a kettle! Lynn Forrester brunette bj sent every drink my way. And I decided to pick on Francesca. Which seemed pussy shaved to be a damn good idea, cuz she was displaying a shiny diamond look in the corner of her eye that topless cheerleaders had every guy giving me the 'Seth strikes again' look. Her 'lust meter' was getting effervescent. Somehow, Lynn seamed to be appreciative of my efforts as well. And she was constantly rubbing my leg – which made me feel a bit guilty.
I noticed that Serena was maybe feeling out of the loop, so I bit the bullet and made her "Rink with a D" on bikini girls my next sinker. Unfortunately, she grabbed the cup and drank it without observing the "Budweiser sucks, I'd rather 'rink urine" rule. Which cost her another. Followed by failure to replace the cup upside down on the towel (twice) which made my one little sip cost her 4. For this girl – that's too many.
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