"Jesus Aly! You're so sick!" Her best friend, Molly, flung popcorn at her as she chastised her outside the cafeteria of Kennedy High School.
"What?" Aly scoffed with a sly grin. "I'm just saying that I bet a 40 year old man with a beer belly would be better at pleasing me than any of these cocky young jocks who only care about getting their own dick wet."
Molly rolled her eyes and then sighed as she gazed longingly at Jacob Miller, quarterback for the KHS patriots. Aly shook her head at her friend's choice in crush. At this rate, Molly would end up cashing in her V-card for a short-lived, one-sided orgasm that left her nothing but disappointed. Hopefully it at least happened in a bed and not in the back seat of Jacob's Toyota Corolla.
Aly looked around at the rest of the subpar options at her high school. Sure they had the six-packs and lean bodies of young boys, but she knew that with that came the selfish desires and surface level knowledge of how to please their partner. Aly preferred to fantasize about cornering the next door balding neighbor or her uptight algebra teacher and offer them their wildest dream come true--the chance to pleasure her young, supple, perfectly toned teenage body from dusk till dawn.
Of course, her fantasies had stayed fantasies since her age still had flashing warning signs surrounding it screaming "jailbate!" to any grown man who met her.
But not for long.
"So Aly, what're we doing to celebrate your adulthood?" Molly woke her from her sexually charged haze.
"Hmmm..." Aly tapped her chin and thought. "I don't know."
"Jacob is having a party tomorrow night. We could pretend it's in honor of your big 1-8! It is the same day after all."
Ally's nose scrunched up at wasting time with more inexperienced boys. "What about your parents? They never let you go out."
Molly grinned. "Mom's out of town on business, and dad's planning on drinking his favorite scotch as he watches the fight on pay per view. They won't even noticed I'm gone!"
Aly smiled to herself at her good luck. "Ok Molly. Deal. As long as I can sleep over after. That way I'll be able to tell my parents I'm spending the night with you."
"Deal!"
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The music was blaring so loudly that everyone at the party had to scream to even hold a conversation. Aly tried one more time.
"I said, do you want another drink?" She shouted right into her best friend's ear.
She could see, more than hear, Molly's giggled response. The first couple of drinks had been a little more work to get Molly to agree to. After all, it was Aly's birthday, her friend had tried to insist. She shouldn't have to be DD. But Aly assured her that she'd felt a little queasy and that she would rather not add alcohol to her upset stomach. Molly bought it hook, line, and sinker.
They went to get one more drink and ran straight into the football team in the middle of taking a celebration shot over their victory last night. (Never mind the fact that they'd already taken like, six victory shots tonight. Never enough victory, right?)
Jacob sauntered up to Molly and sloppily licked his lips as he looked up and down her petite body tucked into some tight, shredded jeans and a tank top that held her tits tightly in place.
"Hey Molly, I have this kick ass video game up in my room I wanted to show--you." He paused as he noticeably half-belched, half-gagged. Molly didn't seem to be paying attention as she grinned like a Cheshire Cat and nodded enthusiastically.
Oh no, Molly. You don't want your first time to end in vomit in your hair after he prematurely cums--or can't get it up at all due to his alcohol consumption tonight. Aly shook her head and stepped between the two drunken love birds.
"Actually Jacob, I was just saying I wasn't feel well and wanted to call it a night." Aly shrugged apologetically, as Molly looked aghast at her friend for interrupting this clear sigh of fate.
Jacob stepped back and--ugh--began to look Aly up and down as though he had not been hitting on her best friend just seconds ago. He bit his lip at her short back skirt and very cropped crop top that left her smooth tan taught torso begging to be touched. Sadly for him, Aly thought to herself, he wouldn't be getting either of them tonight.
"You know Jacob, Molly was just mentioning how she was hoping for a homecoming date that could really make her night." That did the trick. Jacob's eyes lasers back in one the right target, as Molly blushed. "You might just need to chat with her more about that on Monday."
"Yeah," Jacob nodded as the two continues to stare at each other. "I'll hit you up Monday, Molly."
Her best friend's alcohol induced hiccup interrupted her giggle, and Aly knew that was their sign to go. They said their quick goodbyes as Aly ushered Molly toward the car. Molly was practically passed out by the time they got back to her house.
Aly helped her friend quietly upstairs to her room, carrying her heels and tucking her in once she flipped down on her bed. Molly was snoring before she had closed the door behind her.
Now it was Aly's turn to play.
She tiptoed down the stairs to the living room, but it was empty. Then she remembered her friend's house had a basement, though they rarely went down there. Molly's dad referenced it as the man cave on more than one occasion.
Aly smiled as she considered Molly's dad. Mr. Walker was around 43 years old, if she remembered correctly. In the photo albums she had seen, he looked pretty cute as a younger man. She could see why Mrs. Walker had gone for him. He still had that cute smile now, though he had definitely traded in his six pack for a dad bod since then. His once thick, wavy head of hair had begun balding in the last few years (as he jokingly said was due to his daughter becoming a teenager). And while her best friend's parents were nice enough, they seemed cordial at best toward each other.
This made Aly wonder when the last time may have been that Mr. Walker had experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
She quietly opened the door to the basement and peeked down to see the back of Mr. Walker's head as he sat on the couch facing the tv which was just out of view. She tip toed down the old stairs to see the fight still on and Mr. Walker's glass of scotch in his hand but his head tipped back and his eyes closed.
From just behind the stairs, Aly slid down her skirt and panties, which had to be peeled off of her wet, bare pussy, already anticipating this moment. Then she unhooked and pulled her bra out of her crop top, leaving her nipples to harden as they brushed against the thin material of her tiny t-shirt. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy chestnut hair, and then tip toed over to her best friend's dad.
Aly gently grabbed his glass of scotch out of his hand, took a sip, and set it on the coffee table. Then she set her left knee beside his thigh and lifted her right knee over his lap to the other side. In this position, her pussy was almost perfectly lined up with his mouth, she realized with a smirk. But before anything else, she leaned over his sleeping face and gently kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He lazily began to kiss her back, their tongues twirling with the familiar taste of scotch and arousal.
"Mmm..Susan..." he murmured.
"No Mr. Walker, it's me, Aly, "she whispered in his ear.
"Aly...Aly?" Suddenly his body stiffened as he opened his eyes in surprise and reached out to grab her. Just as she had intended, his hands found her bare thighs and seemed to struggle with the decision of whether to push her away or give in to her soft, warm skin.
