Note: All characters involved in this story are eighteen or older.
Referring to Darren and his group of friends as losers would not have been accurate. Among them were athletes, scholars, musicians, and other successful high school archetypes. One thing that bound them was an uncanny lack of luck with the fairer sex. Of the core group, sarcastically called the Super Seven within the crew, Todd Wilkins had gotten the farthest with a girl, having scored a handjob off of a cheerleader named Rebecca Jonas in the locker room after a football game.
Neal claimed he'd gotten a blowjob while touring the University of Colorado at Boulder, but he was a pathological liar, and no one believed him. Omar was the only one of them that had ever had a serious girlfriend, and she was a super high-strung Christian chick that was unlikely to put out before marriage.
But this complete lack of success didn't keep the Super Seven from trying. Although I use the term "trying" subjectively, because rather than asking girls out or trying to build relationships with them, the strategy more often than not was to go to parties, get super drunk, and hope for the best. But the best just never seemed to materialize.
They say the definition of insanity is to try the same thing over and over while expecting different results, and so it was for the Super Seven. Surely Archie's party would be the one where their collective curse would be broken. They felt sure of it. Word on the street was that a bunch of girls from Loyola were going to the party, and unlike the prude bitches at their own school, these slutty, repressed Catholic chicks always put out.
Prior to the party, they cruised around and drank whiskey, Darren riding with the half of the crew that was in Omar's truck. Much to his chagrin, Todd was there too. While technically friends, since they hung out all the time, they had the kind of friendship where they didn't really like each other, but still cared enough to at least have strong feelings, if that makes any sense.
Being a marginally decent football player, Todd acted above the rest of the group, especially Darren, whom he saw as an easy target. In classic bully fashion, he would put Darren down to make himself feel better, constantly giving him shit for his lack of height, his bad skin, and other factors mostly beyond his control. It being the early 2000's he would constantly call Darren a "fag", the word having not grown out of vogue yet.
And yet none of this used to really bother Darren that much because at the end of the day, Todd had been just as unsuccessful with the ladies as he had, and sadly that was the main currency for high school boys. But of course, that all changed when Rebecca Jonas stroked Todd off. It had happened after a game in which Todd ran the ball three times for fourteen yards, and scored his first ever touchdown.
Todd and Rebecca had been flirting in Biology class all quarter long, but had never acted on their feelings until they were both experiencing the thrill of victory after a hard fought game. As soon as the game ended, Todd ran over and gave her a hug, followed by a peck on the cheek that came from sheer adrenaline. That then led to a quick kiss on the lips, which led to plans to meet up after Coach Fuller finished his dumbass speech.
Sure enough, when Coach was done talking the two of them met up behind the locker room to make out. Then when they were certain everyone else had left the locker room, they snuck back inside to get a little steamier. Eventually they wound up in Trainer Tim's office, where Todd laid down on the trainer's table while Rebecca masturbated him.
Darren knew for sure this had actually happened because a backup linebacker named Jack Hearns had come into the trainer's office looking for ice, only to find Rebecca milking Todd's cock with two hands at a time. Much to Todd's liking, Jack neglected to keep what he saw to himself. Even more to his liking, Rebecca had told some of her friends about it, and afterwards the word around school was that while Todd Wilkins was kind of a shitty running back and an asshole, but he had a donkey dick.
So by and by Todd never let Darren hear the end of this, although he noticeably went silent everytime Darren followed up by asking why Rebecca hadn't gone back for seconds. But on the night of Archie's party, Todd was much more focused on an incident involving Darren's penis. "Hey Kegstand, you planning on showing everyone your itty bitty baby dick again? Because if you are, we might want to pick up a penis pump before we head over."
Todd was referring to an incident that most of the school had forgotten about, but that he'd never let Darren forget. It had occurred two years prior when Darren was doing a keg stand in front of a massive crowd, and his dick popped out of his unzipped fly. Not realizing his dick was flopping in the wind, and thinking all the shouting and cheering was in honor of his chugging ability, he did a ridiculously long keg stand.
The half second after he'd finished the keg stand and truly took in the raucous cheering had been one of best moments of his life. But this feeling shattered in spectacular fashion when he looked down and saw his cock hanging out, followed by seeing Claire Thomas laughing with Jenny Buenrostro while doing the universal "it's so small" finger gesture.
It was true that his dick wasn't very big, probably a tad under average even, but it had been particularly small that night because he was pretty drunk, and it was frigid out. He figured the incident would ruin his life, but after catching shit about it for one or two days, everyone just moved on...except for Todd of course.
"Did you bring a magnifying glass with you?" Todd continued. "Seriously, it's not like you're ever going to get any, but if you do, the poor bitch is going to need one to find your little shrimp dick. This poor guy! Most guys carry a condom around, but this poor asshole has to carry a magnifying glass."
No one else in the car laughed, but no one told him to stop either. While the rest of the crew also thought Todd was a douche bag, they also secretly liked knowing that despite their shortcomings in the sex department, Darren was still lowest on the totem pole.
Archie's party couldn't have come any sooner for Darren. The moment he got there his sole objective was to get the fuck away from Todd. And as he so often did at parties, he almost immediately found himself hanging out in a corner.
The corner he wound up in happened to be occupied by a few acquaintances passing around a bottle of vodka, surely swiped from the liquor cabinet. The bottle made several trips around the circle before the acquaintances went off in search of other kicks, leaving the bottle behind with Darren. He had two swigs by his lonesome, and was gearing up for a third when he spotted a true amazonian heading his way.
She was a head taller than all the other girls in the kitchen, and even stood above most of the boys. And far from seeming shy about her height, she walked with a tremendous sense of grace and power, as though all eyes in the room should rightfully be on her.
She certainly had Darren's attention anyhow, what with her low-cut frilly blouse, and yoga pants that did nothing to hide her voluptuous thighs. Her long, curly brown hair swayed in unison to her hips as she strode with great purpose right up next to Darren. "I love your style, drinking straight from the bottle," she commented. "Mind if I join?"
Truth be told, he probably would've preferred to keep drinking solo. He was painfully shy around normal looking girls, yet alone one as confident, beautiful, and powerfully built as this Amazon. But he wasn't about to let her know this. "Sure. Here you go," he said, handing her the bottle.
The Amazon laughed. "Oh my god, I love your style so much, but I'm more traditional myself. I'm gonna see if I can find a couple of shot glasses," she said as she rummaged through the cupboards.
"Aha, here we go!" she exclaimed, having found what she was looking for. "I'm glad I found you, I've never been to a party where it was so hard to find booze."
While the Amazon poured out the shots, Darren remarked, "Actually, I'm not sure I've ever seen you at a party before. I guess we run in different circles."
"Are you saying you would've remembered me if you'd seen me before?" she asked flirtatiously.
