Chapter 4: Teasing at the Block Party

For a moment I wondered where my dad had gone - it wasn’t like him not to at least peek in when Kristen was over as he knew what it usually led to.

As it turned out my dad was out on the deck cleaning the grill before carting it off to the street in front of all the neighborhood. It was a sharp stainless steel model that he had begged my mom to let him buy. She didn’t understand why he needed to spend over $1,000 just for a grill but eventually she relented. It wasn’t just coincidence that before she did they had one hell of an afternoon in bed!

Kristen and I ran to the bathroom to wash ourselves off, threw our clothes back on and fixed our hair by pulling it back into ponytails. Ponytails were easy to deal with and were also nice and cool for a hot day like today. As an added bonus, I knew it turned on the guys in our neighborhood when I went out with that “girl-next-door” look. Downstairs our moms were fixing some dishes to pass at the party later and we joined in to get things done.

Noon arrived before we knew it and as my dad dragged out the grill the rest of us brought out the food, plates and the rest of the usual picnic stuff. People were starting to gather now and the police has just arrived to erect the wooden barriers at each end of the street. Our neighborhood had quite a mixture of people - some young couples as well as older, babies and teenagers, straight and even one couple we all called “the gay guys”. Over the years I had babysat for quite a few of them and I knew most of them at least by face if not by name.

It was obvious from the start that Kristen and I were getting more than our share of attention - particularly from the guys and even, much to my amusement, from some of the younger boys. Kristen was thoroughly enjoying the latter group as she had always had a thing about younger boys. Well, at fifteen she could still get away with most anything and I knew that at more than a few occasions she would have definitely raised some eyebrows if people knew more about her history.

As for me, I thought the boys were cute but I actually prefer older men who just seem to be nicer overall and tend not to be so self-centered as a rule. The nice thing was that between the two of us we just about covered the age spectrum so I guess as a pair we offered something for everyone! I think what really got me off as much as anything though was seeing the looks from the women, especially the wives. Needless to say, most of the wives didn’t seem overly thrilled when their husbands glancing (in some cases more like staring) our way and on more than one occasion I got a glimpse of a couple exchanging some sharp words. Hopefully it was about us given the way she would look our way and frown.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge between my legs as I thought about what naughty things these guys were probably thinking about me - including what they were thinking about what they wanted to DO to me. What was even more interesting was the look I got from one wife I’d never met before. She looked to be in her forties and she was actually looking at me more than her husband was! It felt a bit strange to be looked at that way by another woman but yet it created a stirring between my legs that I couldn’t ignore. My hand subconsciously started to reach between my legs but just in time I remembered I was out in the middle of the neighborhood and I reluctantly pulled it back. It wouldn’t do to start playing with myself in front of all the neighbors!