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It was snowing outside and the temperature was in the low twenties but the heat was stifling as I moved through the terminal. The flight was late... I was pissed! This fucking weather! Why the fuck did I want to go back East to college!? I dragged my luggage forward about a foot as the line crawled toward the ticket counter. I should have traveled lighter... Then I could have just gone to the gate!
Nancy's e-mail was foremost in my mind. It arrived just yesterday... The second or third she had written since I left for school. Nancy had stayed in Las Vegas after high school. I couldn't stomach that... Had to get out of the house. If it wasn't for the shitty weather... Life would be grand back East!
Nancy's e-mails were always chock full of gossip and this one was no exception... A real who's who of all the most rowdy graduates of our high school in Southern Nevada and let me tell you there were plenty! I was glad I was with a new group and away from all the high jinks in Las Vegas...
... We had to park down near the corner because there were so many cars. Kids were all over, wandering up and down the side walk and loitering on the lawns... Most of them drinking beer... Some smoking pot. I was sure the cops were going to bust the place any minute.
The guy's name was Berry Webber and he transferred here from some place in Texas... For his senior year... What a bummer! He lived with his dad. I'm not really sure where mom is or what dad does? But father and son lived in a very nice neighborhood and Berry never seemed to be short of cash. He was a ladies' man, too... From day one, hooking up with the best looking girls on campus. Rumor had it he slept with just about every girl he went out with. But you know how rumors are in high school!?
"Nancy... This place is going to be busted, sure as shit. I..."
"Shut up, Susan! Just shut up! This guy has had about a dozen of these things this Summer. And you're right. It will be busted but the guy's old man is there and doesn't allow the cops in... Meets them on the porch and gets rid of them. I've got an invite and was nice enough to bring you along... Or you could hang around out here and get busted with the rest of these losers... Your choice?"
I kept up with her as we climbed the driveway and stepped up on to the front porch. Rock and roll music was blaring inside. An old man answered the door... Well, he was my parents age... At least.
"And you young ladies are?" The old guy was casting glances at my bust line. He wasn't overt but takin' peeks just the same. Lots of guys did. I've got very large breasts but them I'm pretty large all over... Not fat just big.
"Nancy Thomas and Susan Nagy... Berry said he'd tell you we were invited." I was embarrassed. Nancy sounded more desperate than confident.
The man stepped back and swung the door wide open. "Welcome, ladies!" After closing the door behind us he held out his hand and said. "Mike Webber... Ladies... And yes, my son did mention you. Glad you could make it. Beer 'n' soft drinks out back. Restroom's down the hall."
He was staring at my breasts. It was kind of a turn on. I'd caught plenty of my parent's friends getting a good look when they thought I wasn't paying attention... A couple of them women, too!
There were about a dozen kids inside with about half as many out back. I was half way through my first beer when the police arrived. Mike wandered about the crowd, telling everyone to pour their beers down the sink and give the bottles to Berry. It was so organized. The door bell rang and Mike went to answer it. It was over in ten minutes and Nancy was right... All the kids out front were either getting busted or racing away in their cars.
The party took off from there. Jesus! There was dope smoking in the kitchen and out back, guys were having chugging contests. I watched for a while but after a couple of guys puked, got bored and wandered back inside.
I ended up in the kitchen with a bunch of kids, smoking pot... With Berry's dad, no less! I mean... My parents admitted to smoking a little dope in college, way back when, but you wouldn't catch them dead smoking pot with a bunch of teenagers today... But here this old guy is taking a huge rip off the pipe as it makes it's way around the crowd.
I couldn't help but watch. He had his arm around some junior's waist and every once and a while would squeeze her ass. I don't think anyone else noticed and I tried not to stare but managed to catch him several times. The old man must be an ass bandit, too!? Just like his son!
On the way home, I brought up the subject of Berry's dad. Nancy shot back almost immediately, "... stupid or something. The kid is pimping for his old man. Rumor has it the old man fucks someone new each month... Parties with them for a while and then starts hunting new meat. Mike Webber likes the young stuff!" Nancy laughed. "Shit! I'd do it with him. Oh! Fuck! Listen to this... Jenny Wilson heard that they've had orgies! Six at a time on this huge bed in the old man's room... Mirrors all around. Jenny said she got it from Amy... I can't remember her last name. She claims she was with them in the hot tub one night after graduation. She didn't do anything but the other two... She wouldn't say who. Well... They split up... One with Berry and the other with dad. Jenny said she had to walk home."
Nancy was laughing. I was stunned. My best friend fucking my father was all I could think of. I huddled against the door and remained silent all the way home.
It took me an hour to check in and get to the gate. Not that it mattered. I had two hours to wait and even then there was no guarantee. I dreaded spending another night in the cold and snow. Nancy had written, in part, to tell me that it was over sixty in Las Vegas. I could hardly wait... Heat and sunshine!
The rest of her e-mail concerned the "big party" that Berry and his dad were throwing on the first Friday night of Christmas vacation. Nancy said it was going to be the "party of the century... and we're invited!!!" The rest was unbelievable! She was hooking up with Berry's best friend and had spent the night at Berry's house last weekend! Omigod...
... I was sitting in the back and still praying... Thanking the Lord that my flight made it in and better yet... Made it out!
I hardly knew Trent Bower, Berry's best friend, even though we'd been going to school together since middle school. He'd always been popular... We just never hung out together. I wondered how Nancy hooked up with him? She did mention Berry's parties a couple of times in e-mail but hadn't mentioned any of the juicy details... Except for Cynthia Myers blowing lunch in the back yard one Saturday night. I imagine she hooked up with him at one of Berry's parties after I left for college?!
I wondered if my friend had hooked up with Berry's dad? I could almost visualize Nancy sitting on the old guy's lap... Twisting around so Berry's dad couldn't get his face out of her cleavage. Nancy had perfect tits... Perfect size and cleavage to boot. The only thing that held Nancy back was her size. She was near six feet and only real tall guys liked that. Come to think of it, Trent was well over six feet tall. But neither Berry or his dad were even close to that height.
I wonder what "... we're invited!!!" meant. Berry wouldn't waste a minute with me... And dad! Am I dad's date? Am I expected to jump in the sack with a guy my father's age!? That'll be the day! I was flattering myself... My weight was up a little... Like about twenty pounds from where it was this Summer. I was glad it was Winter because I could wear a lot of clothes...
... I spent Thursday afternoon shopping with my mother and Thursday night was "family night." "No! You can't go out!" I was pissed but couldn't get a hold of Nancy anyway. I wondered if she was over at Berry's?
Nancy finally called Friday afternoon. I was wrapping some of the shit I bought the day before. I'd been trying to get a hold of her all day but all I got was the phone message thing. I left one message and felt like a fool calling every hour.
"Sorry I missed you last night, Susan. We were decorating the tree at Berry's. It was so cool. You are coming tonight... Right!? Aren't you? If you want, you can tell your mom that you're spending the night with me! Shit! Trent is picking me up in ten minutes... We could swing by your place and pick you up. I'm sure it'd be okay if you came for dinner?"
Events were moving too quickly for me. I so wanted to go but was not too cool about being their third wheel. I'd slept with several guys in high school although it'd been since early Summer that I'd gotten my rocks off with a guy. At the time I was hoping it would last until I went away to college. It didn't. I never figured out why? Anyway, I was figuring on hooking up with someone?! If these parties were as wild as Nancy said they were... Then I'm sure I could find someone to hook up with!? Wishful thinking!?
Nancy was still going on and on about how cool Mike was. Shit! That was Berry's dad! I wondered if she'd fucked him? Flashes of my dad fucking Nancy sprinted through my mind. My mother was standing in the doorway mouthing, "Who are you talking to?" There was too much going on. I told Nancy I'd call her back in ten minutes and then turned to do battle with my mother.
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