Chapter 5
Tonight was the big night. Wayne had turned 18 a week earlier — officially a man — and Stacy and her mom had decided to throw him a pool party, inviting all of their friends. Stacy had thought long and hard about what to give him for his birthday. She had a pretty good idea, and she hoped her mom would go along with it.
"Mom, how come you didn't invite any of your friends to the party?"
"Well, Karen is out of town on business, and ... "
"I'm not talking about Karen, Mom. How come you didn't line up a date for tonight."
"Stacy, men haven't been real high on my list since your dad left us. I really can't see myself committing to some serious relationship just so I can be hurt again."
"Who said anything about serious," Stacy said. "I'm just talking about having some fun — you know, get laid," Stacy said with a smile.
"Stacy!" her mom said shocked.
"Come on, Mom. We're both adults, and it's been two years since dad left. It's time for you to get back in the saddle and ride, so to speak."
"Alright. That's enough, young lady," her mom said, but Stacy could tell she wasn't really mad. "I'm not going to talk about my sex life — or lack thereof — with my own daughter. I know we're very close, but ..."
"Mom, I'm just worried about you. I want you to be happy, that's all. I was thinking that tonight ..."
Before she completed her sentence, the doorbell rang.
"That must be Wayne," she said, moving toward the door. "I'll talk to you later, mom. I've got an idea you might like."
Stacy let Wayne in and led him into the kitchen.
"There's the birthday boy." Stacy's mom shouted, "Come here and give me a hug!"
She was wearing a pair of unbuttoned white short shorts as a cover-up for her navy blue bikini bottom, which was clearly visible through the open front of her shorts. On top, she wore a thin cotton shirt tied in a knot below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. It was unbuttoned down to the knot, and he could see her large breasts encased in a skimpy red bikini top.
He felt his erection grow in his swim trunks as he awkwardly gave her a brief hug.
"I don't think so," she said in a displeased voice. "I want a real hug."
She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed against her body. He could smell the wine on her breath, and she could feel the bulge against her bare stomach. She held him just a little longer than what might seem appropriate, but he couldn't really complain. He just hoped she hadn't noticed his hard on.
The first thing she noticed was how hard he was. In fact he was hard all over. It was all she could do to keep from slipping her hand down the back of his shorts and cupping his tight hard ass, but that would have probably sent him running and screaming from the house, and ruin the party.
"I'm going to go finished getting ready," Stacy said. "Wayne, why don't you keep my mom company while I put on my makeup?"
"Sure, sounds great," he said enthusiastically. "Is there anything I can do to help get ready for the party?"
"Well, why don't you carry those coolers onto the patio. They're full of ice and drinks, so they're heavy."
Wayne walked over, reached down, grabbed the handles and lifted the cooler effortlessly. The muscles in his arm were taught and clearly defined.
If women could get hard, Stacy's mom would have had a stiffy. Instead, she just felt a wetness form between her legs.
He carried out the coolers, and she followed him onto the patio with her glass of wine. She took a seat at the teak patio table, covered by a large green umbrella.
"Why don't you grab a cold drink and join me while we wait for Stacy?" she suggested.
Wayne went over to a cooler and opened it, but all he saw was beer. He dug through the ice for a moment, gave up and tried one of the other coolers. All that one had was wine coolers and Mike's Hard Lemonade. The third cooler didn't have any drinks in it, just trays of Jell-O. "What the hell?" he thought.
"Um, I don't see any soft drinks," he said.
"Soft drinks? You can't drink soft drinks on your 18th birthday. Oh, I know the legal drinking age is 21, but that's a totally bogus law. What? You're old enough to vote, old enough to go to war, old enough to run for office, but you can't have a beer? That's bullshit! Besides, we've got plenty of room for everyone to sleep over if they have too much to drink. I've even bought a home breathylizer to test your friends before they try to leave. Here's the rule. If they want to drink, they have to hand over their keys. They don't get the keys back until their Breathylizer results are .02 or below. If that means they stay all night or I call them a cab, that's the way it's going to be."
Wayne was impressed with her planning. He grabbed a Fat Tire from the cooler, popped the top and sat down next to her.
"Were you happy to finally turn 18?" she asked.
"Definitely," he responded. "I'm tired of being treated like a kid. I'm all grown up, and it's time for everyone to see and recognize that."
"I understand how you feel, and I definitely see you as an adult."
The way she said it made him blush slightly, and he sipped his beer while they looked out over the pool. His eyes lit on the "beach" area where a few days before Stacy had performed her first blow job on him. "Damn," he was getting hard again.
As if reading his mind, Stacy's mom said, "I have a confession to make. I saw you and Stacy when you were by the pool."
Silence filled the air, and Wayne felt his ears grow very red and hot. His heart was pounding in his chest.
"I didn't mean to watch, but I couldn't help myself," she said.
"Uh huh," was the only response he could muster.
