Chapter 16

I knew Mary from when I was in middle school, but not well. She moved here from New York City about five years ago. Kids would joke with her and say she must have really moved here from Italy. Mary is, let’s say, very Italian. Her parents don’t even speak English, or at least that’s what kids say. I didn’t know that, but she has a strong accent. Then again, there are very few Italian people around here, so what do I know?

I know this, her jet black hair makes her stand out. Not to mention her gland problem. Well, that’s what me and my friends call it when a girl has bigger tits than she should.

I had planned on using the hour before dropping Susan at Mary’s to get a feel for the girlfriend, boyfriend thing. I guess I would have time for that, except without all the kissing and fondling.

When the door opened, I wanted to run. Two girls stood in the foyer, giggling like preschoolers on energy drinks. “Come in, quick. I don’t want my neighbors to see I am having friends in the house when my parents are gone.” Mary said, before closing the door.

I looked at Susan like, what did you get me into? Susan’s face seemed to say, if you love me, you’ll do anything for me. I was so unsure about how to proceed with this dating situation. It would be challenging enough to have my first girlfriend, but I had my first girlfriend, and she was too young, not to mention I had a threesome with Susan and her sister. Oh, and I fucked her mother, twice. Now, I am being lured into the home of a girl I don’t know, while her parents aren’t home. What if her dad comes home shouting in Italian and kills me? Then, buries me in the backyard and nobody ever sees me again. Okay, so that’s over the top, but still, this is not what I signed up for when I agreed to walk Susan here.

Mary and Sandra led the way to the family room, where I saw yet another girl. “This is Jane.” Mary blurted out pointing to her friend before plopping down on the couch next to her. Jane forced a fake smile and then looked back down at her lap. Shy probably isn’t a strong enough word to describe Jane, but I don’t know any better word. Sandra sat in the lounge chair across the room, while I stood there surveying the situation. What is this about? What do girls do at a get together? What should I do? I looked at Susan for help, but she flopped next to Mary and started talking.

When I looked at Sandra again, she was staring right at me. Realizing she had been caught, she turned away. Sandra’s face was very sweet looking. Her chubby cheeks and large dimples when she smiled made her stand out. Unfortunately, her extra hundred pounds made it hard to notice her natural beauty. I wondered if she had one of those gland problems, or if she ate too much?

I felt like a naked boy at a nun convention. Susan had started whispering in Mary’s ear, Jane was still looking down, while I stood in front of the chubby girl who seemed to be undressing me with her eyes.

Mary lept from the couch. “Let’s play a game.” She bounded across the room to the closet.

Susan got up and stood next to me. “I’ll explain all this later, but for now, just play the game, please.” Susan’s breath in my ear made my heart race. The kiss that followed made my cock swell. I agreed to whatever.

Mary returned from the closet with a multicolored cardboard game spinner. It looked to me to be from Chutes and Ladders or Candy Land. I was glad she didn’t have the whole game with her as she instructed all of us to sit on the floor around the low glass table. Mary cleared all the magazines and books, then placed the square spinner in the center of the table. “I don’t have a bottle, so we’ll have to use this.” Mary’s words flashed repeatedly in my mind.

Spin the bottle. I never played the game, but from what I had heard, it usually involved kissing the person the bottle pointed to. I kept myself from yelling jackpot, but that’s what I wanted to do. I’m going to watch girls kiss each other.

Mary explained, “You spin this arrow, then whoever it points to, you have to kiss.”

Jane looked like the pig before a luau as she crossed her legs on the floor. She still hadn’t spoken one word, and I was sure she wasn’t going to be kissing anyone. Jane was Susan’s age, but she looked younger. Her skinny frame lacked any curves and her short brown hair, with bangs straight across the front, gave her a tomboy look. She looked terrified and I was sure she was going to run from the room before one kiss was had.

Susan said, “Okay, I go first.” Her spin was no spin at all. She turned the arrow toward me, turned her head, and locked lips with me while the other girls protested. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and put my hand behind her head. It only lasted a second, as the shouting from the other two girls made it clear they wanted to play too. Jane, of course, had no comment.

Mary spun next and after several rotations, the arrow pointed at Jane. Mary was sitting right next to Jane, so before she knew what happened, Mary leaned in and planted one on her cheek. The extremely vocal lip smack, caused Jane to wipe her face and glare at her overly excited Italian friend.