After a party

Growing up as a child, I was always close with my family. Almost every weekend consisted of getting together with the cousins, or visiting the grandparents. Each side of my family lived close together, and we saw each other often.

When I turned fifteen, I felt something strange happening. There was a growing attraction between one of my second cousins and I. We saw each other about once every two weeks. His name was David and he was four years older than me, but still living with his parents. He had brown hair and beautiful green eyes. He had a younger sister who was sixteen, and someone I considered very close to me. Her name was Samantha, and she knew nothing about my little crush on David.

Sometimes at night, I found myself thinking thoughts like, “I wonder how big his cock is?” or “Is he shaved?” But I would dismiss these thoughts, feeling ashamed at myself for ever thinking about something so lame.

One night, I drove up to Samantha and David’s house (I only had my permit, but I was so good at driving that you wouldn’t be able to tell). When I walked inside, it became apparent that their parents weren’t home and that they were having a party. I walked downstairs to the basement, and I saw Samantha sitting on a couch with a bunch of David’s older friends.

“Allie!” Samantha instantly got up from the couch when she saw me and gave me a hug. Her breath smelled like vodka.

“Sam.” I returned the hug. “What’s up?”

“David invited a bunch of his cute friends over,” she smiled. Her words were slurred, obviously drunk. She took my hand and led me over to the couch she was sitting at before. “This is Garrett, Dan, and Nick,” she said, introducing the three guys to me. “Guys, this is Allie. Holy shit, is she the best girl in the world.”

I patted Sam’s shoulder and set her down on the couch.

“Allie, if you’re looking for a drink, just find David around here somewhere,” Sam let me know.

“Okay, thanks.” I turned around, and with a slight smile, I walked away to find David.

****

“There you are!” David smiled when he saw me, obviously drunk as well. He gave me a hug, allowing me to smell the axe on his perfectly toned body. “I was hoping you’d come. Cig?” He offered. I took one from the pack he held in his hand. I put it in my mouth, and he held a lighter to the cig, glancing up into my eyes.

****

Six shots later, I was sitting in a circle with David and a couple of his friends.

“So, are you two, like, super close?” one friend named Eric said.

David said cheesily, “Closer than ever.”

Eric laughed.