This is the third, and likely final, installment in the "Cumming-of-Age Story" series. I hope you all enjoy it and I'd love to hear any feedback that you have for me! Thanks!
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Entering the party, Brett Freeman was walking tall, feeling like he was on top of the world. A month ago, he had graduated college and, now, he was back in his hometown for the summer before going off to graduate school. After that, he already had a job waiting for him, easing that pressure off his shoulders. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, he was dating the most perfect girl, Becca Oliver. Not only would they be living together while he finished school and she worked full-time, but she was coming to visit later this week after he hadn't seen her since graduation. Brett had really missed her and he couldn't wait to see her once again.
It had weird only talking to Becca over the phone, especially since they had each left for home right after getting together. Brett wanted to spend time with Becca, talk to her, see how they would interact now that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, they had known each other for some time before getting together, but things may be different now that they were in a relationship.
Despite this uncertainty, life was going well for him right now and his confidence was at an all-time high. This was plain to see as he walked through the door into his friend's party. He was drawn up to his full 6'1", his muscular chest pushed out slightly. Both his short brown hair and his facial hair were neatly trimmed. Brett was not the same shy, skinny kid that he had been in high school. Needless to say, his four years in college had done him well.
Brett's best friend from home, Jason, had decided to throw a party with his buddies while his parents were out of town. With no other plans for the night, Brett decided that it was the move since he would get to see the friends that he hadn't seen in a long time. The party had started off as just a small gathering, but small parties hardly ever stay small. As their friends began to invite more people, it had evolved into a decent-sized house party. Crossing the threshold into the house, Brett took note of how many more people there were than he expected. Oh well, he supposed, I'm sure it will still be a good time as long as there's beer. With that, he went to fetch himself a drink to start the night off right.
Three beers later, Brett was among the group of people gathered around the beer pong table, watching Jason and Gabe, another friend, run the table. They had won the last five games that they had played and were well on their way to winning the sixth in a row. While they played, they shot the shit with Brett, each talking about their own plans now that they were graduated adults.
"So, do you think you're gonna come back home next year?" Gabe asked Brett as he drilled another cup. "Heating up!"
"I'm not totally sure," Brett replied. "I've got a job offer waiting back here if I want it. Need to tell them by the end of the month if I plan to accept. Still trying to figure it out." With that, he drained the last sip of his beer, meaning that it was time for another.
Jason, looking incredibly nonchalant as he prepared for his next shot, answered back, "Must be nice. That's a good problem to have. I wish I had a job waiting for me." Then, he released his ball, which landed with a satisfying plop in another red plastic cup. "Send 'em back!" he roared with delight as he and Gabe high-fived. "Oh well. I'll just have to enjoy living life right now."
"Speaking of enjoying life, I need to grab another beer," Brett said with a laugh. "That's my biggest problem right now.' So he left them to business and walked toward the fridge, thinking how what he had told them wasn't exactly true. Actually, his biggest problem at the moment was that he hadn't seen Becca in almost a month and he missed her dearly, one part of him especially. Only two more days until she's here, he thought, opening the minifridge door to get another beer to distract himself.
Bending down, Brett quickly grabbed himself a cold one from the minifridge. Straightening up, he was faced with a long, smooth pair of legs topped off by a pair of high waisted jean shorts so tight that they could have been painted on. Further up, he was greeted by a glittering belly button piercing, which was bared by a low cut white crop top. The top showed a deep cleavage and showcased a large set of round, perky boobs beneath. Blonde hair descended around an angelic face and, as he straightened up, Brett realized that he was face-to-face with Kacie Jacobson.
It was widely accepted among the male population of Brett's high school that Kacie Jacobson was the hottest girl in the school back in the day. She was the kind of girl who only dated college guys and, every once in a while, one of the high school jocks. So much so that it was popular among the guys to call her "Kacie Jack Off Son" because if you were even remotely interested in getting with her, there's no way she'd go for it and you better go jack off, son.
And word around town was that, with the guys she did hook up with, she didn't have any inhibitions. Rumors of her slutty antics seemed to be the thing of legend among the men in Brett's hometown. Of course, those were all just unsubstantiated rumors. Still, Brett couldn't help but imagine himself fucking Kacie from behind in the high school locker room showers, as one of the most popular jocks from his grade claimed he had. With some difficulty, he pulled himself back to the present, remembering that the sexy girl he was thinking of stood in front of him right now.
"Thanks for grabbing me one," Kacie said as she took his out of his hands. He hastily opened the fridge and extracted another, straightening up to face her one more. A large, mischievous grin graced her face while she winked one slightly-glazed green eye at him. "I'm Kacie."
Oh, believe me, I know who you are, Brett thought to himself. I used to dream about talking to you, but you never even knew I existed. Thankfully, he didn't vocalize those thoughts and decided to introduce himself as though they hadn't gone to the same school from seventh to twelfth grade. "Brett," he said with a friendly smile.
While they stood off to the side of the minifridge talking, Brett couldn't help but think that Kacie had more than friendly conversation on her mind. She seemed to be standing unusually close to him, close enough that he could clearly smell her flowery perfume. Also, she had definitely caught him getting an eyeful of her cleavage several times in the short time they had been talking without giving him a mouthful about it. Rather, each time it happened, her grin seemed to get a little bit bigger, as though she was definitely enjoying the attention Brett was giving her. Then, there was the fact that she seemed to be giggling a little too loudly at everything he said. I must be imagining it, Brett contemplated. There's no way. It's gotta be the alcohol talking.
