2 – Bill’s House

Note: This happened shortly after the ending of “My Gym Teacher”, during the spring of tenth grade. Once again, names have been changed, but the characters and story are really what transpired, to the best of my recollection.

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Bill was my best friend growing up; I started going to this school in the second grade, and ever since the third grade, we were nearly inseparable. Being two guys who entered our teens right at the turn of the millennium, we were always into Nintendo 64 and then X-Box a little after it came out. On the off-chance that we didn’t have anything to do on a weekend, or if we came home drunk or stoned from a party, we could quite often be found in his basement playing Halo. Bill’s basement was pretty ideal for hanging out in; he had a big screen TV (one of the old kinds, big and with an enormous caboose) and two really comfortable beanbag chairs to sit in. His basement also had a ping pong table, its own bathroom, and a pretty nice guest room that I occasionally got to crash in if his parents didn’t mind.

One night in April or May, we arrived home a house party that had been broken up by the police after a neighbour called to report excessive noise. We were pretty bummed out about the situation for a couple reasons. Not only did we have to leave all our alcohol at the girl’s house, but we had to leave without any girls either – neither of which was on our evening’s agenda. When we got to Bill’s house, we joked around with his little brother for a little bit before grabbing a six-pack and heading down to our usual boredom-zone. Loading Halo, we were completely consumed in what we were doing in a matter of seconds, and had essentially tuned out the world for probably over an hour.

We were starting to zone out entirely, and I was definitely starting to feel the alcohol wear my body down, when Bill’s sister stumbled into the house, knocking over the small table in the front hall of the house. Slightly stirred out of my daze, I made a typical snarky remark about how I should go make sure Lisa was ok, and see if she needed any of my personal assistance. Fortunately, Bill was used to guys taking pot shots at his sister and her reputation as a slut. As early as junior high, Lisa was widely known in our school for having slept with at least five different guys. It’s not every day that you have a best friend whose sister is that loose, and I was a little miffed how the opportunity to get with her had never arisen, even after I had started going to the gym.

“What are you two losers doing home?” We were greeted by Lisa’s slurred affection.

“Cops showed up,” Bill managed to mumble, as we were rampaging our way through the hardest difficulty of the game. “Considering the neighbourhood we live in, you’d think they’d have more important crimes to worry about than a few underage kids having a good time. What were you guys up to tonight?”

“Not much of anything, either. We were at a party until Ray had to leave because he broke curfew too many times. His parents won’t let him have the car out past midnight,” she explained.

I finally turned and realized that Lisa was leaning on her friend Charlotte for support – they were clearly hammered. My brief look had turned into a lingering stare, and it wasn’t until Bill shouted an obscenity that both of our characters had died. The image I had been staring at was one of pure carnal imagination. Before me stood Lisa at 5’3”, with her dimpled smile, green eyes, and brown hair with soft blonde highlights. Charlotte was no slouch either – she was on the track and volleyball teams and it definitely showed. Standing at about 5’11”, she had chestnut eyes to match her long, straight hair. The best thing about Charlotte, however, was that her legs seemed to go forever.

“I need to pass out soon,” I was roused from my trance as Bill mumbled his exhaustion.

Charlotte laughed, walking over to Bill and sitting down on top of him as though he were a chair.

“Poor baby is all tired”, she cooed at him, and wiggling her hips. It wasn’t uncommon for Lisa and her friends to tease us like this.

As Lisa stumbled towards me, I figured she was going to mimic her friend and begin to mock us for our failed evening of debauchery. After tripping a few times, she managed to finally approach my beanbag chair. As she was moving in to likely ape her friend, she fell and reached out to stop herself from taking a nosedive right into my groin. I quickly choked, stifling a groan, as her hand had landed right on my semi-erect penis.

“Goddamnit, Lisa,” Bill scolded – while he was used to his friends hitting on his sister, nothing had ever happened before, even by accident.

Quickly regaining her balance and composure, Lisa flipped her brother off before straddling me and trying to be what I had to guess was erotic. She was probably too drunk to realize that she was just lightly slapping my face with her hair, and not at all moving her hips.

Charlotte burst into laughter at her friend’s poor pseudo-seduction tactics.