Larry was outside, sitting on the ground, his legs splayed out in front of him, his back against the side of his car. Behind him, the party raged on. His friend Joe’s baby sister Pam was turning eighteen, and her mom had thrown a party for her. But it was past midnight now and most of Pam’s friends had gone home, so she was partying with her brother’s friends, all of them in their late twenties.

Just thinking about her made his balls ache. ‘She is so God damn sexy,’ he thought. ‘I’d give my left nut to score with her.’ He leaned his head back against the cool metal of the car. ‘This fuckin’ blows!’ He frowned to himself. ‘I should just go home.’ But he couldn’t do that either. He still had too much of a buzz on, from the Rum melon.

He and Joe had set things up for the party, and he had helped Joe set up the rum soaked watermelon. Larry had taken the cap off of a bottle of 151 Rum and pressed it against the melon, leaving the imprint of the cap on the melon. The he had used a slim knife to carve the small circle through the thick rind of the melon. The last step was the tricky one. They had carefully screwed the melon onto the top of the full bottle of potent rum, and then turned it upside down, so the Rum would drain into the melon. After making sure it wasn’t leaking where the bottle screwed into the melon, they had left it over night. The result was some very tasty, and very potent watermelon. Larry had eaten more of the melon than he should have, and had even managed to score some of the juice.

He would pay the price later, of course, with a pretty good hangover, but right now, he had a nice glow on. He was pissed at himself for screwing up a perfectly good buzz by mooning over Joe’s baby sister, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It wasn’t just lust, he knew. He had been there, done that. This was something different. It was an overwhelming urge to possess her, something chemical. They sparked when they were together.

Which pretty much surprised the hell out of him. He’d known her since she was ten. Back then, she was just Joe’s little sister. When she was twelve, she’d had a huge crush on him, and had stuck to him like glue when he’d come over to hang with Joe. He hadn’t treated her any differently; they still talked like they had before. Of course, Joe had ribbed him unmercifully about it, but he hadn’t minded. It was kinda nice having her around, actually, sort of like having his own private fan club.

It looked like she had outgrown her crush, though, until the last day or so. Now he wasn’t so sure. But it was different this time. She wasn’t a skinny little tomboy now. Pam wasn’t a beautiful girl, but she wasn’t a dog either. She wasn’t cute. She was ... Pam. Larry thought she was good looking, in her own way. She was short and slender, the top of her head fit comfortably under his chin, which put her height around five feet, give or take an inch or two. Her waist was slim, as were her hips. She had a nice, tight little ass, and firm, teacup sized breasts.

Her face was average, not beautiful, but she wasn’t breaking mirrors with it either. Her hair was long, hanging down to the middle of her back and thick and lustrous. Her eyes were brown; her nose was straight and almost too big for her face. Her mouth was wide, her teeth straight and white, her chin a little pointed. But her lips. Oh dear God, her lips. She had Angelina Jolie’s lips, and they drove Larry mad. He saw those lips and his imagination ran away with him. He wanted those lips on him. He wanted them on his lips, on his skin, on his cock. He loved her lips.

She was a good eight years younger than he was, so of course, she did not run with his crowd. When he and Joe had set up the melon, she had hung around with them for a while, talking to them, but she had spent a lot of time looking at Larry and he had done a fair amount of looking too.

Larry had never run into a situation like this one. He had talked with Pam for about twenty minutes, helping her and Joe decorate for the party, but it was immediately obvious to both of them that there was an enormous amount of sexual tension between them, tension that had not been there before.

Larry looked at her and he became dizzy with his lust for her. And he thought that she felt it too. When she looked at him, her eyelids became too heavy for her to keep them open wide, her head sagging on the slender column of her neck. And her nipples came up, showing plainly right through her bra and blouse. There was a fine misting of sweat on her forehead and her upper lip, and she kept licking her lips.

Larry had talked to her at the party tonight as well, and her conversation was laden with innuendo and challenging looks. It was all he could do not to take her right there and fuck her brains out in front of everybody. So he had fled. That’s why he was sitting behind his car. He was hiding, sort of. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

“Fuck it!” he said out loud, to himself. He stripped off his denim jacket and rolled it up, using it for a pillow and stretching out on the soft grass beside the car, looking up at the stars. He thought about Pam, and the result was a formidable rise in his Levi’s. He closed his eyes and daydreamed about what he’d like to do with Pam, and soon fell asleep.

He awoke when someone nudged his foot. His eyes opened and he squinted at the figure silhouetted against the full moon. It moved and sat down beside him, and he saw that it was Pam. She uncapped two bottles of beer and handed him one.

“Here’s to me,” she said, a smile on her face.

“To you,” he agreed, clinking his bottle against hers. The beer was ice cold and delicious, and it cleared the cobwebs from his head. She set her beer down carefully, produced an enormous joint and handed it to him. He looked at her, one eyebrow up in question.

“A birthday present from one of Joe’s horny buddies,” she said, grinning at him.

He squinted at her, and decided that they were both buzzed enough. “Wanna save it for later?” he asked. “I don’t know about you, but this beer is doing fine for me.”

“You’re better than fine,” she stated, laying another one of those double meaning phrases on him, again. “But yeah, let’s save it.” He put it in with his cigarettes.

“What time is it?” he asked, taking another pull from his beer.

“Around one, quarter after, something like that.”

“Pretty late.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t hear anyone.”

“A lot of ‘em left. A couple of carloads of them went to score more beer about twenty minutes ago. A couple of them are passed out.” She shrugged. “Where they think they’re gonna get beer at this hour, I don’t know.”

“Well, I sure as hell don’t need any,” Larry said. “If I don’t get off my ass and move a little, I’ll be passed out right here.” He got to his feet a little unsteadily and said, “I gotta walk. You coming?”

“Not yet,” she said. She held up her hand and he pulled her to her feet, and she kept moving, right up against him, her breasts against his chest, her belly against his slowly rising cock.

He looked at her, and slowly bent down and kissed her. She pulled back after a moment and he said in a rusty voice, “I didn’t get a chance to do that earlier, so Happy Birthday.”

He turned suddenly, and started walking down the long dirt drive that lead to the paved road to town. Even though the moon was still out, the road was very dark as it wound its way through a long stretch of thick woods to the main road.

‘Stupid!’ he berated himself. ‘Stupid, chicken-shit fuckin’ bastard! I had her right there in my arms and I fuckin’ say something that fuckin’ lame! Son of a Bitch!’

She startled the hell out of him when she ran a few steps and caught his arm, holding it and walking with him. “Where you running off to?” she asked, her head down, trying to see the rough dirt road.

“I gotta walk a little,” Larry mumbled. “Burn off a little of that rum.”

“Oh,” she said noncommittally, “I thought you were leaving and I can’t let you do that.”

“Why? I’m not that drunk.”

“No, but you’ve got a big joint and I want it.”

His cock lurched at her words and then he remembered the reefer in his pocket. He fumbled for his cigarettes, and she said, “Not now. Later, after we...” She stopped talking as a car swung into the road about a half a mile ahead of them. “Shit!” she exclaimed. She tugged him off the road saying, “Come on! I don’t want them to see us!”

She dragged him a few yards into the woods and pushed him down on his back, then sprawled on top of him. “What the...”

“Shh!” she hissed loudly, putting her fingers across his lips. “Be quiet, and don’t move!” She spread her lightweight navy blue jacket, trying to cover a much of his white tee shirt as she could, and buried her face in his shoulder, her long, thick hair covering his face. “Don’t even fuckin’ breath!” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

The car idled slowly down the rough road, and Larry could hear a couple of guys talking, although he couldn’t make out the words. He put his hands on Pam’s tiny waist, and slid them around her until his arms were under the coat. He could feel her fat tits against his chest and his cock started to rise again.

The car was idling past them when one of the guys in it said, “Shit. Phil, gimme another beer. This fucker’s empty.”

“No fuckin’ wonder. You been suckin’ on it like it was Madonna’s tit.” He heard the clink of a bottle coming out of a twelve pack and almost screamed as an empty bounced off his arm and into the woods. They lay quietly until the car was out of earshot.

Pam lifted her head and looked down the road. “They’re gone.” She combed her hair back with one hand and looked down at Larry.

“What the hell was that all about?” he asked in a low voice.

“That was Phil. I don’t feel like running away from him all night, so I didn’t want them to see us.” She made no move to get off him.

“He been givin’ you a hard time?”

“Not as hard as you will.” She got off him with out a word and held out her hands. He took them and stood up, and walked out to the road. She stopped him with a hand on his arm and gave him another one of her challenging stares as she boldly asked, “What was I laying on back there?”

A battle broke out in Larry’s head. His libido said, ‘Tell her!’ but his brain said, ‘Don’t answer! Evade the question!’

He answered, “Why? What difference does it make?”

She walked up to him, her breasts almost brushing his chest. “How big is it?” she whispered. “I’m curious.”

He held his arm out and said, “Take my wrist in your hand.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Thicker than that.”

She dropped his wrist. “I don’t believe it!” she said, her eyes flashing at him. He grabbed her hand and put it on the front of his pants, right over his raging cock. Her face showed an instant of surprise and then closed up as she tried to grope him through the heavy denim. Her hand fell away from him and she said, “I still don’t believe it.”

His legs were trembling as he thought, ‘Fuck it! I’m going for it!’ He looked down into her face. “Take it out,” he whispered. They stared at each other for a moment and then her hand was on his zipper. It was incredibly loud in the quiet night as she dragged it down. Her hand burrowed into his pants. He saw her eyes widen as she tried to grab his cock through his tented underwear. “Take it out,” he repeated. She looked at him again and he saw the resolve growing in her eyes. She was going to call his bluff.

She swiftly popped the button on his jeans and pushed the front of his jockey short down, and his cock leaped forth, finally freed from its denim and cotton prison. She gasped as her hand closed on it. She sank to her knees, her face a mask of surprise as she looked at him and then at his cock. She held it as if it was fragile, as if handling it might break it. Her fist slid slowly up and down the meaty shaft, from his heavy balls to the plum sized crown. She just looked at it, for almost a minute as she slowly jerked him off and Larry realized that it wasn’t enough. He wanted more from this girl who tantalized and bewitched him so badly, much more than just a hand job.

“Suck it,” he said in a low voice.

“I can’t!” she said, her voice low and furry in her throat. “What if somebody come in or leaves? They’ll see us!” Larry’s brain reeled as he realized what she had just said. She was willing to blow him! She hadn’t said no, she just didn’t want to get caught!

“Suck it!” he said a little more forcefully. He almost collapsed as her head darted forward and her tongue laved the crown of his cock, her breath incredibly hot on it as she started to suck him off, right in the middle of the road.

And then the second car pulled on to the road from the main drag. Pam scrambled to her feet and bolted for the woods, his cock firmly in her grip. It was a choice, go with her or quite possibly lose his cock. He went. This time, they crouched behind a fallen tree and her hand never stopped moving on his cock as the car drove by.

She stood and let go of his cock. “Put it away,” she said, and stood there watching as he wedged it back in his pants. She turned and walked to the road and stopped, waiting for him. She looked at him for a moment as he emerged from the woods and then her lips were on his, her tongue moving slowly into his mouth. She wiggled a little, her belly grinding against his cock. His head spun as she kissed him and he was gasping as she came up for air.

His legs started to shake. He was nervous as hell and incredibly horny. He couldn’t believe what he had said and done to her and with her. It had excited him beyond belief and now there was a tremendous amount of adrenalin in his system, with no way for him to get rid of it.

She looked at him, concern evident in her face. “What the matter? Why are you shaking like that? Are you OK?”

“Gimme a minute,” he mumbled and took a big pull from his beer, killing it and dropping the bottle. How the hell could he tell her he was shaking because of her? He wanted her so badly his guts were in a knot. He took a step, willing his legs to work properly, and almost fell as his knees wobbled. He literally staggered out into the road and stood in the middle of it, bent over, his hands on his knees, pushing on them to keep them from folding on him.

Pam followed him and stopped in front of him. “Larry! What’s the matter? What’s wrong with you?” Her concern was evident in her voice. “I’m gonna go get some help.” She turned to run back to the house.

“No!” Larry hissed. “Wait! I’ll be OK in a minute. Just ... wait. Please!”

“Larry, what the hell is the matter? You’re scaring me!”

He hung his head and shook it, then looked up at her. Her face was pinched and she looked frightened. “I’ll be OK in a minute. I gotta ... I need to calm down a little. Give me a minute, will ya?” He straightened up and took a step, and almost went down. He stopped and gritted his teeth, fiercely willing his legs to stop shaking. He didn’t look at Pam. There was no way to tell her the truth, that she was the reason he was shaking, that she aroused him beyond all reason and also scared the hell out of him.

He’d look like the dork of the century.

She stepped closer to him and said in a low, no nonsense voice, “Tell me what’s wrong. Right now!”

“Fine!” he said angrily. “You wanna know what’s wrong? It’s you! All right? Its you!” The anger left him as fast as it had come. “You ... scare the shit out of me.” he said quietly, not looking at her. “I ... I get so ... Can’t you feel it? Don’t you feel the ... tension? I look at you and the only thing I can think of is how good we’ll be together. I want you so bad it scares me. I’ve never ... I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know what to do!”

Pam took his arm. “Come on. Let’s see if you can walk it off,” she said gently.

He let out a shaky laugh. “I’ll be lucky if ... if I can crawl it off!” She tugged on his arm and they started walking. Larry was trembling from the emotional overload he was under but he managed to keep moving. He felt like a complete jackass. When this got out, he’d never hear the end of it.

They turned towards the main road, and not the house and walked without speaking, all the way to the end of the drive. She led him across the street, up a small hill and into a thick corpse of trees which quickly opened up into a pretty little glade bathed in the moonlight. There was a patch of grass, thick and luxurious in the middle of the clearing with a heavy log off to the side. She led him to the log and said, “Sit.”

He collapsed more than sat on the log and looked everywhere but at her. She went across the clearing and into the woods, returning almost immediately with a Styrofoam cooler. She opened it, handed him a beer and took one for herself. He cracked his open and almost drained it, then looked at her. She took his beer and finished it off, dropped the bottle into the cooler, and then sat in his lap and kissed him, her arms going around him, pulling him close as her kiss rapidly grew more passionate. He made a huge effort of will and emptied his mind of everything except for the girl in his arms. He thought of nothing except kissing her, concentrated solely on that and lost himself in their kiss.

They were both panting heavily as their kiss broke and she groped behind the log, never taking her eyes off of his. She pulled out a blanket, quickly spread it on the grass and then laid on it. She looked at him and patted the space next to her. He joined her on the blanket and she was in his arms again, lying on top of him and his hands were on her, caressing her as they kissed.

They necked like that for almost a half an hour, until she was puffing like a steam engine and his cock was a painful steel bar in his jeans. She sat up on him, her trim little ass on his cock, and took off her jacket, tossing it aside. His hands went to her waist and he took the hem of her tee shirt in his hands, and slowly pulled it off of her. She shook her head and combed her hair back with her fingers, her elbows out to the side, her firm, round breasts glowing in the moonlight, her nipples rigidly erect in the warm summer air.

He gasped and moaned as he shot off in his pants just from the sight of her and the feel of her taut little ass on his cock. She scooted back on his legs and he sat up, dipped his head and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his lips and teeth and tongue, his arms around her slim waist, pulling her breasts into his mouth.

She cried out and shivered in his arms and he realized with growing delight that she had cum, she had orgasmed as he sucked her tits. She pushed him back and he released her, and she all but tore his tee shirt off him, her hands going to his chest and feeling his muscles and damp skin for a moment. Then she was working at his zipper again, and popped the button of his waistband. She got to her feet and grabbed the cuffs of his jeans, dragging them off of him. He lifted his ass to help, and made sure that his underwear went with them.