My Party_(1)

When I was 14, I had a birthday party in my family’s newly completed game room. It was above the garage, and had originally been intended to be a place where my friends and I could hang out. But once it was finished, I realized just how cool it was.
So my first party in the room had just started. I was not a really popular kid, but I had lots of friends and about 15 of them were here. We started my party slow, we played some XBox, ate pizza, and my guy friends and I played paintball while the girls watched. As the night progressed, we watched a movie–Shoot ‘Em Up (the sex scenes in it, while softcore, gave all us hormonally charged, horny guys hard-ons that we were uncertain whether to hide from the girls or advertise to them), and sat around and talked about various diverse topics, ranging from teachers at the high school to movies to who had gone the farthest with people they had dated.
Of course, none of the girls were allowed to stay too late, so as the clock rolled around to about midnight, the girl’s parents began to stop by to pick them up. The guys stayed inside and played around while I, for politeness’ sake, walked the girls out to their cars and told them the standard goodbyes and thanks for comings and see you laters. Before I knew it all the girls except for Lily and Sarah were gone. Lily and Sarah were next door neighbors, and just one parent of one of the girls would pick them both up and drive them both home. Tonight, however, no parent came for either of the girls. We sat outside for over an hour waitng, but no one came. My mom eventually walked out to us and asked the girls if their parents had known to come get them. Sarah answered yes. Mom offered to drive them home, but they graciously refused and said that their parents would be here soon. Mom said okay, and with some reluctance, said she was going inside to go to bed and to wake her up if they decided they needed a ride home. She also said that they could use the phone to call home if they wanted.
Now I should explain something to you, reader. Both Lily and Sarah were the most beautiful girls. Lily was around 5’7”, six inches shorter than me. She had long legs, tan skin, a heavenly face, and a perfect figure. I had always liked to look at her breasts, but had always made sure she didn’t catch me, fearing that things miught become awkward between us. Tonight, however, she had caught me. She was wearing an impossibly short miniskirt and a low cut white shirt that had no shoulder straps and stayed on simply by being tight. Under this she was wearing a slightly higher cut brown spaghetti strap shirt that squeezed her breasts together and showed off a wonderful amount of her 33c cleavage. When she had seen me looking at her tits, we had been watching Shoot ‘Em Up, and I had been just stopped hiding the huge bulge in my pants, thinking that it might be time to show some of these girls what I had. I had frozen as her eyes met mine, and had been about to stammer some lame excuse for why I was staring at her wonderful, perfectly proportioned breasts, when she winked at me and licked her lips seductively. I had been trying to get her alone since then to ask her what the hell that was and if she was, you know, into me, but my chance had never come.