*** PROLOGUE ***
There was a strange sense of unreality in the basement as the four best friends sat around on the familiar couches together. They were sitting in relative silence, beers in front of each of them, all looking at their phones. They were pretending that this party was to have no significance at all; they were acting as if this party wouldn't be the last party they'd all share for a long time.
Mike Mitchell, eighteen years old, average height, average weight...in fact everything about him was average. He is the one of the four that actually lives in the house that this basement is beneath. Tom Randall, the handsome young man sitting right next to him, also eighteen, is the looker of the group, with pretty boy good looks with a lean but toned muscular body to match. Paul Bronson, or PB as his friends liked to call him, also eighteen, is the runt of the litter. He's short, skinny and has the pale skin of a true nerd. Finally, there's John Carl, tall, ripped, black, and also eighteen He's the most confident of the four.
Though they are all different they do share two things in common; one is that they all happen to share the exact same birthday. Which happens to be that very day that they were all sitting around in the basement; in fact, upstairs, various workers were setting up for a lavish shared birthday party, one that Mike's wealthy father throws for the boys every year.
The other thing they have in common is that they all happen to be virgins. A week ago, while finalizing the invite list, they had decided that much like the film American Pie, the four of them were not going to end this party virgins.
Luckily for them, due to Mike being the child of divorce and his father being more or less absent, his parties were always the coolest. His father not only allowed alcohol and drugs to be consumed, he often encouraged it and even joined in. This year in fact, to celebrate the boys' 18th birthday, he organized for a staff of caterers to provide food and alcohol for everyone. This means that all of the most popular and attractive girls would attend the party, giving them a lot of options.
"I think it's pretty obvious that Mike is going to try and end up with Donna," John says. He's Mike's best friend and has listened to Mike for years go on and on about his crush on his next-door neighbor Donna, a piping hot redhead who's considerably taller than Mike, who stands at 5'9'' a few inches shorter than her 6 feet flat.
"He hasn't done it yet and she lives next door," Paul interjects, always the know it all. "What makes tonight different?"
"For one thing, it's my birthday," Mike explains. "And for another, she just broke up with her boyfriend a few weeks ago, so it's the first time she's been single in a while, not to mention she's leaving tomorrow, so she might feel like throwing caution in the wind," he continues.
"So, you're thinking you'll get a pity fuck?" Tom asks, clearly joking.
Mike flips Tom off in response. "And who do you think you're gonna hook up with?" Mike asks defensively.
It was a good question, despite the fact that anyone who is anyone would be attending this party, it wasn't very clear to any of them which girls they would have the best shot with.
"Maybe one of us could bang one of your sisters?" Paul says to Mike, knowing it would piss him off, though none of them would turn down his two incredibly hot, older sisters Alex and Haley, who are 19 and 23 respectively.
"Maybe you can and the rest of us will take turns railing your Mom?" Mike snips back. Paul's Mom, Dallas, is incredibly attractive and the subject of a lot of horny conversations had when Paul isn't around.
They all laugh at this jab but soon the laughter fades away. "I can't believe that this is basically the last hang for the four of us," Paul says, always the most philosophical of the group.
"You're the one moving up north to go to some fancy school," Tom says.
"You're moving too," Paul responds. "The city isn't that much closer."
"Better the city than where I'm going," John says, he is moving all the way south to a large city that sits on the Mexican border.
Mike is quiet about his plans, his three best friends are all moving away, staking their claim in the world while he is staying exactly where he is, getting a head start at his father's business.
"Boys," Mike's father Phil says as he pokes his head down into the basement. "Your guests are starting to arrive."
The boys slide their phones into their pockets and stand, all walking in a single file line up the basement stairs and into the house proper. All of them have three questions on their minds: 'Is this the end of our group?', 'Will I really get laid tonight?' and for some of them 'Who with?' because due to the fact that they're the last four in their year to turn eighteen, every single girl at this party is of age and a potential candidate.
*** MIKE ***
I have had a crush on Donna since before I even knew what a crush was. The day my father moved next door to her was easily one of the greatest of my life. I was only five when my parents got divorced, and as troubling as it was to have them ask myself and my sisters to choose between them, the moment I found out I'd be living next to Donna, the decision was an easy one to make.
Despite the fact that we were clearly interested in each other, or whatever counted for interest at the tender age of five years old, for one reason or another (despite a glorious weekend when we were seven and got married for three hours) we never actually managed to kiss, much less become boyfriend and girlfriend.
She always seemed to have a new boyfriend whenever I summoned up the courage to tell her how I feel, for a girl like her, tall, redhead with big tits and a beautiful smile it was very easy for her to find a boyfriend whenever she wanted. I never had a chance to stake a claim, and besides, I got the impression she didn't ever want to cross that line between us, she saw me as a friend, a friend that she was clearly attracted to, but a friend none the less.
But now, tonight, things might be different. About a week ago she had broken up with her high-school boyfriend Eric, a guy who conveniently enough was not invited to the birthday party, and unlike her usual style, Donna hadn't gotten herself a new boyfriend yet. She had told me in passing that she didn't want to get a new boyfriend until she set herself up in her new home down south. This means that she's a free agent tonight.
Of course, there's always a chance that she might still not want to ruin our friendship. I think that's still a high probability of being the case, but I also think that due to the fact that she's moving, it's possible she'll realize that our friendship will fundamentally change no matter what happens. It's a slim chance, but because I have no interest in any other girls, it's the only chance I got to lose my virginity.
"Mike," Donna says as she walks through the party, making a beeline for me as myself and the boys make our way up the stairs.
"Good luck," Paul mutters as the three of them splinter off, all no doubt on their own missions to get laid before the party ends.
I can't help but be taken aback by Donna's beauty; she looks gorgeous, dressed in an aged flannel jacket clearly belonging to one of her parents. A small gold necklace is around her smooth neck and the flannel is unbuttoned enough to show her neckline but not enough to show her cleavage, though it's obvious she's not wearing a bra. Her long red hair looks as incredible as ever and a small braid has been tied in the side of her hair. She looks like something out of the seventies.
"You're actually late to your own party?" She asks, though it's not a question, more of a statement.
I stare up at her, she's taller than me by a bit, some guys might find that intimidating, but I can't think of it as anything but hot as hell. "They say you should always be fashionably late," I respond.
