Thanks to Cyonis for editing
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To say my boy Andy was unpopular would be a huge understatement. He had an IQ of 142, and played chess and backgammon for fun. Although he always said he was cool with his life and the way his classmates and so-called friends treated him, I knew deep down he was unhappy. A few months before his 18th birthday our family suffered a couple of financial setbacks, which were going to take at least a few years to bounce back from. As a result, we couldn't give him the car we had intended for him as he was going off to college next school year. We talked to him and as usual he 'understood' and was very reasonable about it, but I knew he had been counting on that car to finally be part of the cool kids and hopefully get his social life on track.
I decided then and there that I was going to give him an unforgettable birthday party. I put some money aside and started planning weeks in advance. I booked a local, popular rock band to perform in our garden and ordered his three favorite cakes, along with enough drinks and snacks to survive a nuclear holocaust. I made him send out the invitations three weeks in advance to lift his spirits. Unfortunately, a few days later, there were already 2 refusals in the mailbox. Since he had only invited 4 guys and 2 girls, he had already lost a third of his guests. This was going the wrong way. I hid them from Andy and thought of what I could do.
I looked at the refusals... one of them was from Garry. From what I'd been told, he was one of the most popular guys in school. He'd always treated Andy fair, but inviting him seemed like a long shot. I am sure a guy like that had other opportunities. Still, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed that Garry was the solution. If I could convince him to attend, I am sure it would significantly increase the chance of other people attending as well.
I drove up to his house that same evening and rang the doorbell. His mother answered the door. Not wanting to come across as a desperate mother begging for attendance at her son's birthday party, I fibbed as to the real reason I was there and told her I was on the school committee, looking for volunteers for the school BBQ.
"Good luck with that," she laughed before turning around and calling down Garry on her way back into the living room.
Garry came down the stairs and looked me up and down as soon as I was within range.
"I am Andy's mom," I said, "I am here to talk about his birthday party."
"Yeah, I don't know if you've gotten my rsvp yet, but I won't be able to attend," he said.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," I replied, "Is there any way you could change your mind, it would mean the world to Andy."
"Look, no offense, but your son and I aren't even that close, we say hello to each other in the hallway, that's it..." he said, blatantly staring at my big tits. To be fair, I am a 34C and I was showing a lot of cleavage, so I let it go.
"But you're too cool to come to his birthday party, is that it?" I blurted out.
"Wow, hey, look lady... I am one of the good guys here okay, do you know how much crap your son has to take from all the other kids... at least I don't bully him!" he retorted.
Realizing I had lost my cool, I said, "You're right, I am sorry, but this whole party kind of stands or falls with you... I am betting a lot of kids will follow your example, if you attend and come, I am sure they will too."
"Yeah well, I am not so sure... this could easily backfire, I am sorry for Andy, he seems like an okay guy, but there's no way in hell I'll risk social exile for him," he said as his gaze wandered up and down my curvy body, from my knees all the way to my blond weaving hair.
"So, there's nothing I can say to change your mind?" I asked.
Hesitantly he shook his head.
"Ok, thanks for your time then... sorry to have bothered you," I said as I headed back to the car.
"You know..." he said, apparently only now realizing the potential of this situation, "There's nothing you can say, but maybe there's something you can do."
Before I even turned around, I realized what he meant...under any other circumstances, I likely would have ignored his comment and gone home, but I was determined to do whatever I could to make this birthday party succeed.
I turned around, walked up to Garry again and said, "And just what might that be?"
"You could show me your tits," he said unabashed, cocking his eyebrow with a smirk.
"Right here?! Are you crazy?" I asked, letting him know I was open to bargaining.
"No, not here, in the shed out back," he replied.
"And then you'll come to Andy's party?" I asked, wheedling him to give me his word.
"I'll certainly be more inclined to say yes," he said.
"Not good enough Garry, what will it take for you to say yes?" I asked him bluntly.
"Well," he thought for a few moments, "I'll need to see you naked, all of you... and a handjob, maybe..."
"Woah Garry, slow down," I said, trying to get the upper hand in the conversation, even though I was actually at his mercy, "I am not a big fan of paying in advance, delivery first or no deal."
"Look, I haven't gotten laid in like a week, I am going to need a down payment or something," he said, clearly aroused. His crotch was bulging.
