Chapter 3 - Party time.

Nick got home and took a fist full of allergy pills to soothe his burning eyes, and halt the plague of non-stop sneezing that had gripped him since he left Nina, and Ophelia’s place, much to the annoyance of everyone unfortunate enough to be stuck on the bus with him. He arrived to find the house empty, and a note on the table. “Got called in to cover a coworker out sick. Back early this morning. There’s money in my room please pick up some groceries, I made a list below. I’ll see you tomorrow!” He sighed. Even after the drugs kicked in he felt like trash. He wasn’t ready to bring a brat into the world, he could barely provide for himself and his mom, much less a newborn. He thought about whether or not he should warn his mother of the threat of that but decided against it. Sure there was a chance it might never catch up with him he didn’t want abandoning a child his conscience. However he figured not mentioning it until he knew for certain wouldn’t do any harm. There was another issue nagging at him as well. He took out the photo of Ophelia’s father and stared at it. He looked so much like Nick it disturbed the teen. “Mom said he split after he found out she was pregnant… would she recognize him if she saw him today?” He pondered. In the end he pushed it from his thoughts and focused on his homework.

An hour later had a finished stack of papers and a mind no less troubled than it was the hour prior. He just wanted a distraction. Normally in circumstances like this he’d just go up to his room and masturbate, play a video game, or watch an anime, but the thought of doing any of his usual pass times while there was so much looming overhead made him feel doubly irresponsible. It had to be productive. He went up to her room to check the money envelope she mentioned. Upon examining it’s contents he removed his day’s pay and inserted one hundred and fifty dollars what he’d taken in and left it there, intending to pay the rest out of pocket. It wasn’t much, but at least he could say all the trouble he found himself in wasn’t for nothing. Stealing a glance at his phone he realized it was already eight at night. Though the store didn’t close until eleven he just wanted to get it done so he grabbed his bike from the garage and took off. 

The supermarket was about a twenty minute bike ride away to the next neighborhood over. The closest thing to a vegetable he could buy in his neck of the woods was marijuana, or ketchup from the corner store. After the teen got there he grabbed a hand-basket, and checked the list before wandering the isles to snag the essentials they’d run out of at the house. For a couple minutes he wandered about thoughtlessly, contentedly occupying himself with busy work. His peace lasted for maybe ten minutes, interrupted by a buzz from his phone.

Yet another number he didn’t recognize, “Hey is this Nick? My name’s Meg- Joanne gave me your number.”

“Joanne’s certainly got more friends than I expected.” He mumbled to himself. For a second he thought about ignoring it. Then he thought about money, and like an addict rushing to get his next fix he punched in a reply, “Yep you’ve got the right number. What can I do for you?” 

“Good. Well I was hoping you could help me make a sexy video. My husband and I are into swinging. He’s a total cuck. I asked all of my some other friends but they were too shy. After I heard about what you did for Joanne I figured I’d try you instead.” She explained in her second text. 

Nick had questions but he didn’t want to just stand around hashing it all out in a super market all night so he grabbed the rest of the good he needed, and headed to the front of the store and got in line. Clarifying he asked, “Wait so you want to make a video of us having sex- then send it to your husband? He’s okay with that?”  

She didn’t take long to reply, “Yep.that’s what he’s into most.” 

He couldn’t believe what he was reading. She was totally serious. “Alright- I’m up for it. The soonest I could do it is Sunday though. By the way where’s your husband during all this? How do I know he’s not going to like pop out of nowhere and shoot me dead for messing with his wife?” 

“Don’t worry he’s about as dangerous as an earthworm. I’ll tell him not to come into the house. He does pretty much whatever I say; I’m sure he’ll eagerly stay away if he knows I’m making a video with you.” She assured. 

Nick had mixed feelings. Making a video was risky. His whole clandestine enterprise could blow up in his face if it got out… yet In spite of it all he decided to roll with it. He’d already dug himself into a hole he figured it wouldn’t do much more damage if he kept digging a little deeper, he reasoned. 

She messaged him again, before he could say anything else, “Would 300 dollars be a fair price?” 

In light of everything that had happened, he decided to up the price. He felt like he was worth it, plus the teen figured he might need that extra cash to buy diapers after all. “I’d do it for 400, and I’d feel most comfortable wearing a condom, unless you’re on birth control.” 

She sent a winking emoji, “I’ve got an IUD, don’t worry.” Afterwards came, “400’s no problem! Meet me at this address on Sunday night, and ten.” 

The deal was sealed. Fortuitously at the very same moment he reached the front of the line. The checker rang up his groceries in a flash, but was then called away to help fix another machine leaving him and the other customers waiting.

While the guy was gone a strange voice addressed him from the bagging station he’d been too spaced out to notice before. 

“Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you come right to me?”

Nick recognized that voice anywhere. 

“I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer!“ He fired back. 

The bag checker adjusted his glasses. The harsh glow of the incandescent bulbs over head turned them reflective as he moved. “Well if it isn’t Nick Garza.” He declared villainous. 

“Grant Chamberlain Douglas the third. I’d thought I’d seen the last of you...” the teen declared grimly. They both glared silently at one another for a long while before simultaneously cracking up smiling. “I didn’t know you worked here dude!?”

Grant nodded, “I actually just got this gig last week...” He looked over his shoulder to make sure his manager was out of earshot, “The pays kinda shit, but it’s honestly not that bad. I thought being in the workplace would be waaay worse.” Grant was an old friend. They’d gone to the same middle school, but different high schools, he was a year older. They still talked online frequently, and played video games together, but hadn’t met up in person since back in the day. Reason being, the same thing that made Grant cool also was also his Achilles heel. He was a giant fucking weeb. The biggest! He was bullied by people at school, and his parents, for his occasionally eccentric behavior and never got over it. Over time it developed into a full blow anxiety disorder. As a result he’d become something of a shut in over the years.   

Nick grinned, “I’m happy for you bro. Seems like you really turned over a new leaf. Hopefully you’ll do okay in the 3D world.”

Grant brushed his shoulder off like it was nothing, then switched the subject. “What you been up too man, I haven’t seen you online for a minute?” The eyeglass clad shopping-bagger inquired. 

Nick let out a long breath of air, “... If I’m being real, all kinds of crazy shit, but I don’t think you’d believe me if I got into the details.” 

Grant raised an eyebrow, “Pppft- Do you not see me here in the flesh? If i’d told you we were gonna have this conversation face to face a week ago do you think you’d have believed? Crazy shit happens all the time.”

“You’re right man. And what the hell!? Since when are you so confident?” The teen scoffed.

Smugly, grant went, “New medication too. Now enough with that, shoot man!”

Not wanting to be overheard by the other people waiting in line, Nick opened his text list, and handed Grant his phone. He looked at the texts, and squinted warily, then started chuckling to himself. “Damn kohai…” he exclaimed then looked through the rest. When he looked met nick’s gaze again he studied him for a moment. “Okay- I’m not saying you’re lying, but only because I know you, and a lie like THAT would be some next level sad-cringe shit. On the other hand… I mean, for real!? You? Of all people? How? Why!?” 

Taking the phone back, he rebuked his sarcasm with some of his own, “Well- thank you for the vote of confidence! You always know just what I need to hear!” 

Grant pointed at the phone, “Sounds like a catfish. I bet you that’s the husband sitting in there like, “Oh i’m gonna get that mother fucker! That bitch’ll see what happens when she tries to cheat on me again!” He said in phony-bologna Caucasian accent. 

“Right well- i’ll be sure to let you know if I make it out alive.” Nick promised.

Just that moment the other clerk returned. “Sorry for the wait everybody- we had a situation with the other registers it’s all set now.” The gaggle waiting in line groaned collectively, someone even shouted, “FINALLY!” 

Nick was paying his bit when Grant tapped him on the arm, “Hey- if that’s real though hook me up with a gig like that. That’s sounds like it beats bagging groceries any day.” 

It was an interesting prospect. He had a feeling Joanne might be up for something like that. Grant was pretty much the same age as him.He nodded, “Yeah. let me see what I can do. Hey so this is unrelated, sort of, but listen though- I’ve been thinking about going to a party at this chicks place tomorrow night. I feel like I’ve got a shot with her but you know parties aren’t really my scene. Plus I’m worried it’s gonna be packed with boogie kids from my school. You want to be my wingman?” 

Grant stroked his chin, and made a face like he was pretending to think, “Shit- if it’ll help get ya laid, yeah I’ll do it. Besides who knows it might be fun. I feel like an all new me. I want to live it up to the fullest.” 

The teen pumped his fist, “Fucking sweet! Alright- I’ll hit her up and made sure she’s cool with me bringing you along. See you around man.” With that the two parted ways. 

As soon as Nick got home he unloaded his groceries and called it a night. He slept restlessly that evening. He had troubled dreams appearing on Maury Povich, or some such TV show, to have the true identity of his child revealed to a horrified disapproving crowd which then transformed into a mob of all the angry husbands he’d cuckolded welding torches and pitchforks, chanting his name screaming for blood. It ended with him crawling up a debris heap in his home while a single woman leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He grew distracted by the overwhelming beauty of her naked body, nearly forgetting he was on the edge of death for a split second, before she whispered, “I’ll always be by your side.” As he opened his eyes he saw Nina, who reached down to suckle his index finger erotically, while looking as cute and satanic as ever, but as he blinked he once again imaged his own mother engaging in the salacious gesture. It shocked him so much it made him wake suddenly, lurching out of the covers drenched in cold sweat. Never more disturbed by the furious intensity of the erection he sported. 
“Why the fuck is this happening!?”  He grumbled. After splashing some cold water on his face, and junk he was able to sleep the rest of the way through the evening unmolested. 

That next day he woke up later than usual to the smell of something cooking down stairs. Still half asleep he threw on a t-shirt, and some old clean-ish jeans then followed his nose. His mom was in the kitchen whipping something up. “Morning Nicky!” She greeted cheerily. Susy was humming a tune playing on the little portable radio resting on the windowsill by the sink, and moving her hips along with the rhythm. Not yet capable of forming coherent seconds he remained silent as he sat down at the table. She was wearing a pair of Pajama bottoms, and a tank top with no bra. It was hot that day so she skipped the robe she usually wore. Absentmindedly his eyes followed her figure while she danced a long. Her ass was a perfect bubble. Either cheek filled out those baggy pants such that little was left to the imagination. Though she was barely rocking along with it every time she swayed her hips left and right they bounced, and warbled pleasantly. Next his eyes slowly slid north tracing the curvature of her waist line. She was absolutely curvaceous, pear shaped, with a trim soft tummy. He knew she was self conscious about the weight she gained, but he loved the way she looked. He wanted to put his hands all over it, run his fingers up and down her sides. He actually enjoyed when she pinched little dollop of belly flab. He wished he could too. She wasn’t facing him but when she turned back, or moved sufficiently he could see them from the side. They weren’t huge, but breasts are breasts no matter the size, and always worthy of admiration. He was particularly fond of hers though. They were fuller at the bottom than the top. He didn’t know for certain but he suspected they were roughly a c-cup, which would make for a heart handful. Her nipples were no less wondrous to behold. They were fairly large, bigger than quarters, puffy, and inverted. They didn’t poke out the front her top unless it was cold. He was still eyeballing her when she placed a plate in front of him, though that was sufficient to make him regain enough humanity to stare at her like a horny ape in a rut. Rubbing his eyes, looked at the meal and began to salivate. “Oh man this is quite the spread.” He exclaimed, admiring the array of beans, rice, with a cheese omelette, and heap of pico de gallo on top. Next she placed a coffee cup in front of him and poured him a thing of joe. He looked up at her face for the first time the whole morning with a vulpine smile on her smooth face. She’d been looking at him. She’d seen the way he was looking at her. The teen raised an eyebrow, “Coffee? Doesn’t drinking this stuff to early stunt your growth?” 

She gathered her own fixings and sat across from him. “You’re worried about that? C’mon- you’re a big boy now, one cup won’t hurt.” She said before sipping her own. 

“That almost sounded… suggestive,” He calculated internally. Rather than dwell on it forever he started to eat, and enjoyed every bite.

She looked up at the ceiling, and slowly enjoyed her coffee before opening a new subject, “Hey- so I’ve got to take care of some errands today. You still down order pizza? I was thinking maybe we could put on a scary movie! You remember how you liked those when you were younger? You used to beg me to put them on, but every time we did you’d be clinging to me crying, burying your face in my shoulder. You never gave up on the genre though. If you couldn’t handle one you’d just try another, over and over again.” She recalled nostalgically, punctuating her comment with a giggle.  

Every word was true. Even as a half pint he enjoyed cuddling up on her though it was obviously it was different then. “That would be cool...” He agreed. On the other hand some doubts lingered in the back of his mind. People his age would surely look down on him hanging out with his mom like she were just another one of his friends but how did her friends feel about it? For that matter who were her friends? She went out with them occasionally but that was only once in a blue moon, likewise she knew them all through work, so it’s not like they went way back. Thinking about it all it seemed like his Mom didn’t have much of a social life either. Growing up he never saw her going out on dates. It was always just then two. Hither too this he'd chalked it up to her being a dutiful mother but another part was afraid that maybe he always just been in the way. He wondered if she was sacrificing her own happiness for his sake. He asked himself if he was really selfishly hogging her to himself. 

“Actually I was wondering something…” He began tepidly. 

She sipped her coffee. “Sure what’s eating you kid?” 

There was so many things he probably should have told her, but he figured he’d start with the least important one, “Um- well I was invited to a party tonight by a classmate.” 

She beamed warmly, “Oh really!? That sounds fun!” A moment later she changed tone and pointed at him with her stirring spoon,  “A guy or a girl classmate? Wait- wait! Don’t tell me! I’m sorry. That’s none of my business. Well… You’re making me act like a parent for a change! Will it be a rager? Will there be drinking, and stuff like that? Don’t get into a car with anyone who’d been drinking- I don’t want to turn in for a shift, and find you stretched out in the emergency room, or the morgue. Got it.” 

Nick nodded quickly, he of course wouldn’t ever do something like that, “Yeah totally. I mean- I won’t get in a car like that. I don’t know if it’ll be crazy, or not. Maybe a little.” He promised. A second later what she said sank in. “Wait- are you going to go back to work tonight?” 

Susy tilted her head slightly, not expecting his question. “Hmm? Oh- Nah. I mean it’s a Saturday. I’d rather not. Nah- i’ll probably hit up the girls, and see if their off, or you know- just have some me time. I’ve certainly earned it.” 

Nick breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe his worries about depriving her of a social life were overblown.  

“You’re being very forthcoming about it. You know most people your age would probably be like, “No Ma- it’ll be totally chill, me and my friends are just gonna be kicking it!”” She teased, poorly imitating his voice while she said it. 

Sarcastically the teen replied, “I mean- I could bullshit you about it if you’d prefer?” 

She waved a hand dismissively, “Nah it’s fine. You can go. Just be safe. Make good decisions. Don’t get anyone pregnant, and have fun. Can you stay the night if you’re not sober enough to get home? Or do you have anyone you can call to come pick you up? I could spare some money if you wanted to get a cab… Oh and since when do you use such colorful language at the dining table?” 

The young fellow couldn’t believe how permissive she was being. He was grateful to have her. The “Don’t get anyone pregnant” comment did make him sweat though. He decided to veil his anxiety in humor, as was reflexive. “Well Mom- seems I’m a man now. I drink black coffee with breakfast, and go to parties. I figured I’d try and drive the whole thing him by cursing over breakfast. Before you know it I’m gonna be walking around looking, and talking like Don Draper.”   

“OH MYYY!” She snarked, with clearly insincere wonder.  

“But to answer your question…” He continued, “Uh yeah I can call somebody for a ride if I need too, or maybe stay over- but I’ll try to come home before too late.

She smiled, and nodded, before she checked her phone, “Oh shoot- Okay i’d better get going. I’ve got to run to the bank. I’ll see you when you get back, or tomorrow probably. Take care sugar. If anything bad happens don’t be afraid to call me okay!” She assured before getting up kissing him on the forehead, and heading up stairs to change. 

Nick sat at the table and thought about what he’d do with his day. Remembering the discussion he’d had with grant the night before he decided to hit up Joanne and see if she was interested in giving him a shot. He typed quick, “Hey Joanne it’s nick. Thanks for linking me up with your friends. It’s been…”  a variety of words came to mind: lucrative, chaotic, a risky gamble with his future, fulfilling sexually but cumbersome emotionally. In the end he decided to not say any of that and settled for a nondescript, “Good.” He continued, “I got a friend who was interested in helping me out with the work I do for you. Would you be open to that? I’ll link his instagram below so you can see what he looks like.” He requested, while attaching the aforementioned link, and pressing send. His mind next shifted to the party. With equal speed he hit up Nina. “Hey girl. I got out my work arrangement...” He said, like a liar. “You mind if I bring a friend with me to the party? You don’t know him, but he’s chill.” Nina replied instantly. He imagined she had a lighting quick text typing speed. 

“Yaayyy! Glad you can make it. For sure- your friend’s welcome swing by. See you tonight 🖤” 

Stoked, he messaged grant next, “Yo man- I hit up my friend, she said she’s cool with you coming to the party. No word on the work thing yet.” 

Grant hit him back with a gif of Brock Lee from Pokemon pumping his fast, and “LETS GET IT!” below.  

Nick wheezed. “Meet me at my place? We can grab the bus over this evening.” 

Grant shot another quick reply, “Pfft- Maaaan I’ll meet you at your place alright but why don’t we roll through there in style. I’ll see if I can borrow my old man’s whip.”  

Thoroughly impressed by Grant’s outpouring of hitherto nonexistent swag he confirmed, “For real? Alright man sounds good. Roll through around 8:30.” 

There after he had the rest of the day to get ready. Picking the right outfit was his next challenge. He didn't want to over dress, and risk looking like a loser, but he didn’t want to show up looking like a broke slouch either. Tried to imagine Nina’s expression when he walked in the door, and seeing that hungry look in her eye. It felt good to be wanted, thus he’d have to try and impress her. After going up to his room he threw open his closet and had a look around. The selection was small but workable. He picked out a dark suede trucker jacket, baggy blue grey flannel, some slim black jeans, topped it off with his only pair of boots. It was grungy, but not too grungy, he figured. Thought he clothes were all fine something still didn’t fit. He took a moment staring at his reflection and realized his hair looked totally out of place with the rest of what he was wearing. He messed with it for a minute, trying to style it different ways but nothing helped. Groaning with dismay he began to pace about. Just then he spotted the envelope full of cash resting on his desk. Now that he had a little more spending money in his pocket a world of opportunities opened up.

“I’m thinking a haircut is in order.” He decided, before grabbing a couple bucks and booking it out the door.

Around the block was a neighborhood barber shop. He went there infrequently, maybe once every six months or so. Up until this point he only cut his hair when the school demanded, since they had a strict dress code policy. Five minutes of walking, fifteen minutes in a barber’s chair, and fifteen dollars later he looked like a new man. The old chap who’d cut his hair lopped off more than an inch from the top of his head and shaved the sides, as was the trendy look, before sending him on his way. As he exited the shop he looked down a bodega on the corner he hadn’t visited before. There was a couple things he needed before he could say he was ready for the party, things he should have gotten a long time ago. 





He pushed the door, making the bell chime. The interior was identical to nearly every other bodega he’d ever visited, as were the mostly antiquated contents of it’s shelves. There was one thing he could always count on being fresh and readily available though. Condoms. He entered the isle and looked at the selection but was given pause by the sheer volume of choices before him. Ribbed, twisted, lubricated, warming, glow in the dark, cherry flavor, women’s pleasure, numbing, spermicidal, lubricated, plus size, magnum, non-latex, it was all so much to take in it made his head spin. 

“Uuuh…” He blurted dumbly staring at the mix.

He didn’t think Gina was allergic to latex- but he knew he’d rue that assumption if she went into anaphylactic shock as soon as he put his dick in. He was decently hung but grabbing a plus sized condom just seemed too garish. It would be like rolling in there with an over-sized chain. Sure some people could get away with it and look cool, but not him. Besides he’d seen a YouTube video of someone opening one outside the window of a moving car to have it inflate to the size of a heavy duty garbage bag, so even if he was above average it still felt like overkill. He grabbed the lubricated ones, and a small bottle of lube for good measure, because he’d seen alarming statistics on the internet about how many young people don’t think it was necessary, thus ignorantly undermining the quality of their sex for both of them, and the comfort of their partner. It wasn’t a mistake he’d make. He also grabbed an ice tea before heading to the counter, so that way it might look like he stopped by the store and grabbed condoms while getting other stuff. He didn’t want people to think he was some kind of player who just went around buying condoms all the fucking time willy-nilly and didn’t have any qualms about it. As he walked to the counter with his loot he wondered if he was over thinking how much someone could judge him in the course of such a brief interaction. Would his motivation be transparent? Did all men who bought condoms from bodegas try the same move? Was he just another sap doomed to be seen and instantly judged!? His mind raced. 

His overthinking came to a screeching halt as he actually got the counter. The clerk was a middle aged Asian chap. His attire was rather unusual for a store owner, or for anyone for that matter. He had of a black shirt with a colorful floral pattern on it, and purple smoking jacket, and square shaped reflective sunglasses despite being inside. Without realizing the teen accidentally made a confused face, which, luckily, the store owner did not react too. He was about to ring then teen up when suddenly the shopkeeper’s phone exploded into a din of ear splitting high tempo dance music. Lightning quick he whipped it out of his pocket and checked the caller.
“Excuse me sir. I need to take this.” He started hurrying off, but called into the back of the store before heading up the stairs, “来帮帮我吧！” Which of course Nick couldn’t understand. A moment later a young woman in a rolling chair slid out from the back of the store up to the register with an emotionless expression on her face. The teen turned to stone, recognizing her right away. The ornate blue, and pink eye shadow, liner, crop top shirt, baggy sweater and spandex leggings belonged to none other than Trina. She looked down at the condoms then back up at nick. Her statuesque expression instantly melted turning to one of devilish delight.

“Hey Nick.” she greeted coolly. 

Before she could say a word, he popped a nervous question, “See I heard your parents worked in fashion!? Was that like- just a rumor or…” He trailed off. 

Rolling her eyes, “People can do two things at once.” She countered, making him feel like a total moron for even bringing it up. “So… Looks like you could make it to the party after all.” She commented snidely. 

“Yep… listen could you not mention to anyone you saw me here? You know how the school rumor mill can be.” the teen requested anxiously.   

The  expression faded from her face. She stared at him silently for a minute, though the intensity of her icy glare made it feel like an hour. “Do I strike you as someone who idly gossips?” 

She was right- thus he knew it would be best to not say anything back.

“Condoms. Lubricant… And an Arizona iced tea? Did you really think you’d fool anyone with this?” She prodded, as she loaded his loot into a brown paper bag. 


He put his money on the counter, and took it from her hands, nodding awkwardly as he turned. “S-see you around I guess!?”

She rest her hand on her chin, studying him as he walked out the door. “Later, Nick…”

Still nodding he vanished from sight. The whole walk home he couldn’t shake an odd feeling about her. He never knew she lived so close to him. Likewise there was something suspicious about the way she looked at him he couldn’t quite put his finger on. With a sigh he shook his head and hurried home. He’d surely figure it out later. The rest of the day rolled by without incident, and before long it was dark, with the meet up time fast approaching.  He was in the bathroom splashing water on his face when he heard a car honk out front of the house. The clock read 8:30. Now was the time. His mom was still out of the house so he didn’t worry about saying goodbye, and headed out front.

Headlights flashed, and an engine rumbled and shut off. Grant set foot out of the car, “Nick-san Oyasuminasai!” He shouted. 

Nick rubbed his eyes. “That’s your dad’s car? I thought you said he drove a Cadillac?” Grant had rolled up in a 2001 Honda Prelude that looked like it had seen better days. The hubcaps didn’t match, one of the back tires was a donut. The bottom was so rusted he looked like he could punch his foot through the bottom and stop the car Flintstones style. Likewise he’d seen cars in demolition derbies in better repair. The whole thing was a ugly beige color, except for the hood was a vibrant effeminate teal, like it had come from another car.  The upholstery on the interior was shredded like a bear got inside, and the back window had been broken in then covered over with tape and garbage bags. Upon closer inspection the interior reeked of cigarettes and there was discarded butts all over the back. 

Grant snapped his fingers, “About that… My dad said there was no way in hell he’d ever let me drive his car. Admittedly, I probably should have seen coming. I confess I kinda overestimated what I could accomplish there... But hey! My brother said it was no big deal if we use his! Just don’t slam the doors he’s real particular about that.” 

“Why!? Will they fall off?” nick blurted. 


“N-No…?” The otaku answered discouragingly.

Grant’s outfit was even wilder than the car was. He was sporting a black, and white pattern hoodie with dozens of faces of ahegao hentai girls on it. He paired it with a baggy black tracksuit with a neon green stripe down the side that hung loosely on his bony frame. His sneakers were bright lime green as well. Nick gaped like a fish out of water. 

Before he could say a word Grant folded his arms like Run DMC, and pointed to the hoodie, “Pretty fresh right?” 

The teen’s eye twitched. “Yeah… Is it a costume? You look like a neckbeard mumble rapper.” 

Grant gave a hard dry laugh, “Oh ya’ got Jokes!? Pretty rich coming from you kohai! You look like an even less talented Adam Levine who’s also a serial killer.” 

“Oof-” The teen cringed, though he was strangely soothed by the mockery. A lemon was better than no car at all, and it wasn’t like he felt like he fit in with his classmates anyway.  

Grant pointed, “Alright man- you ready for this?” 

Nick nodded, giving himself a few motivational slaps on the cheeks, and said, “Fuck it! Let’s do this!” Several key turns, and a sputtering start later they sped off into the night. One bumpy thirty minute drive later they rolled to a stop at the foot of Gina’s massive sloping driveway, and got out.

There were already people everywhere. He could see through the tall windows inside that the living room was packed. Youths were spilling out the open front door, chilling on the hoods of cars, and ostensibly in every other room in the house. The sound of a heavy bass thumping could be heard clearly from outside. Grant could confidently say they wouldn’t have to worry about the cops getting called because there was enough distance between this house and the neighbors homes that they’d probably not be overheard no matter how late it went raged on. Likewise it was a rich neighborhood- thus the police only showed up when called, and promptly. They went up the front steps into the foyer, cutting through gaggles of people hanging around the door smoking, to find still more people inside. To their pleasant surprise there was people of all walks of life there. By the looks of it there were a few kids from Nick’s school, though they were definitely in the minority. It felt like half the high schools in the city turned out, Grant even pointed out a couple of familiar friendly faces among the rabble. The teen had expected to find Nina sitting in the main entrance waiting to meet him, then realized how silly that assumption was. They wandered around the house for a couple minutes. Grant said hey to the people he knew, until finally he overheard her voice through the bustle. They followed. 

In the Kitchen they found a couple of nick’s classmates huddled around. Nina was in the heart of it, as was usually her style. There was a table set up where people were playing beer pong, and but she was busy tending bar. 

“Hey girl.” He greeted as he emerged from the shifting crowd. 

She paused, then turned slowly, as she realized who the voice belonged to. “You actually came!?” She exclaimed, with a glad grin. “Oh-” she mewed suddenly taken aback by his appearance. Taking stock of him, she commented, “So this is what you’re like outside of school? And you even cut your hair. Not bad..” Cooling her jets she gestured to his counterpart,“You must be the friend he mentioned? Hey- I’m Nina!” 

Grant smiled wide, and got rigid. Adjusting his glasses, He replied, “Konichiwa! I’m Grant. Me and Nick go way back… we went to middle school together.” 

She smiled, nodding, before her gaze slowly lowered to his hoodie. It and didn’t exactly register at first, but eventually it dawned on her, “wow- WOOOOW!? Bold choice! I see your friend’s a real man of culture.” she said with equal measures shock and amusement. 

Shamelessly the weeb gushed,  “Ah why thank youuu! They’re some of my favorite waifus. I can actually name most of the comics they’re from. In english AND in Japanese.” 

Nina laughed hysterically. “You’ve deserve a beer!” She declared, thrusting a can into his hands. “Lemmie introduce you to a few of my friends. They’re into anime too.” She promised, before taking grant, disappearing into the crowd. A minute later she returned without him, once again fixing her heavy gaze on nick. He was about to fixate on Nina right back, but he stole a glance over to the direction they’d gone to check he was okay. Sure enough he’d already gotten conversation with a couple other people who looked like they were setting him up at the beer pong table.  

Taking up position by nick she nudged him with her hip, “ You’re friend’s gonna be a smash hit round here. So how about you? Can I get you a drink?” 

The teen nanosecond took a second to drink her in. He’d thought she was hot before, in her school uniform, but compared to her casual clothes they might as well have been rags. Her legs were clad in a tight pair of black fishnets, with shreds missing. They looked long, and slender, perfectly smooth, with subtle curves that made him want to drool. She had on a short black gothic lolita mini-skirt, and leather pump boots that made her two inches taller, roughly Nick’s height. Finally she finished it with a skin tight t-shirt with a Cannibal corpse album cover on it. The logo was a bit of a boner kill, but her exposed midriff more than made up for it. Her makeup was on point as ever. Her lipstick, black as always, had him so hot he swore steam could come out of his ears.

Nick thought about it, but first noticed, “You’re not drinking?” 

“Surprised? Yeah- I don’t really drink.” She explained.

Relieved he gestured to himself,  “Me either actually. Guess I won’t have to wander around with a full cup to blend in.”

“Sure. You can stick with me. We can blend in together.” 

He exuded a steamy breath through his nose. quick, “So what made you decide to throw a party?” 

She shrugged, “People don’t always need a reason to do things. My folks were out of town, and I’ve got a big house. I saw an opportunity- so I took it.” Her words felt pointed. He liked where it was going. 

“So Nicky- about your virginity...” She teased. 

He squinted, displaying an interested simper. 

“That got your attention didn’t it? Your smoking virginity.” She ribbed. She pulled a joint out from behind her ear. Alluringly, “Feel like moving somewhere a little more private?” 

He confirmed, “How could I say no?” Before she took him by the hand and led him up stairs. 

In a flash they were up in her room. She shut, and locked the door behind them. He noticed she’d altered the interior since the day before. There were black sheets, and red Christmas lights up on the walls, covering over all that horrible pink. Her bedspread had been replaced with a black one, and all the embarrassing elementary girl plushies had all been stowed away. It was barren, but more mature. There were two places to sit. Her bed, and the chair by the desk. She plopped down on the bed, and studied his movements. Did she expect him to join her? He played it cool for now, and opted to take the desk chair. 

She pinched the joint. “So you’ve really never smoked before?” 

He shook his head, “Only cigarettes.” 

She nodded, “Well- the smokes a little harsher. You will cough, probably a lot, but don’t let that stop you.” 

“Sure.” He agreed, while watching her right back. 

Producing a lighter from her pocket, Nina held the end to her black lips. The flame rose and danced at the end while she inhaled. There was a plume of smoke as it ignited. As it dissipated he could see the end glowing cherry. She didn’t puff-puff pass like in the movies, rather she took one long drag, slowly closed her eyes, then exhaled through her nose enveloping her head in a cloud of hazy smoke. Frankly he found it much sexier. 

“See. Easy.” She promised, extending it toward him. 

He took it, and inhaled. Rapidly his lungs filled with the harsh dank. The flavor was earthy, yet sour. The pain grew in his chest grew but he held it in. Then as she had he let it out slowly from his mouth. As predicted he coughed pretty hard, but stifled it before looking like a fool.  

She rested her chin in her hand. “You’re a natural!” She teased. She let a second pass, keeping contact with his eyes intimately. “So how’s it feel?” 

He looked at the blunt, and shrugged indifferently, “I don’t feel anything yet.”  

“No I mean losing your virginity.” She snickered. 

He laughed, and rolled his eyes, “Oh, pretty cool I guess.” 

She took the joint back, and hit it again. “Good!”  

They smoked together, without much discussion for a couple of minutes. After his third hit however everything started to feel different. His body got heavier, while head got airy. The colored lights seemed to glisten in the smoky gloom. Things felt like they were moving in slower. He felt pleasantly mellow. They chilled for a bit, until he rubbed his eyes. 

“That’ll make’em red- if the smoke hasn’t already I mean…” Nina murmured calmly. As she spoke she ashed the joint into an empty cup, and reclined back on her elbows onto the bed. Her shirt rode up more exposing more of her slender abdomen. Her figure was to die for. She looked like she belonged on a pin up poster, or in a swimsuit magazine. The only body fat on her was a smidge in her buns, and thighs, and in her tits, all of which begged to be groped, and squeezed. Everything inch was smooth. He could see the slight bumps of her pelvic bone, and the faint outline of her abdominal muscles, as she stretched back. His eyes sank to her fishnets, and the ruffle at the bottom of her skirt. Her underwear was plainly visible. Like everything she had on they were solid black free of any flair or ornamentation. Her could see the bump of her mons pubis, and the lips of her pussy through them in a well defined camel toe. It was thinner at the bottom than the top too, a tonga cut. He spotted a glimpse of a few brunette pubic hair as well. The teen salivated. 

“Your underwear is showing.” He informed her casually.  

She opened her eyes, and leaned upright again. Her cupid’s bow lips slowly curved into a salacious smile. “Oh?” She answered coyly, while opening her legs wider, slowly sliding a hand down her body and grabbing the bottom of her skirt. “You like’em?” She provoked while lifting up the garment for him to feast his eyes. 

Nick answered her question with a question, “How long have you been thinking about fucking me?” It felt easy to say. The smoke soothed his inhibitions. 

She flashed her pearly whites, and glanced aside. “You’re certain that’s what I want?” She teased. 

Nick got up from his chair; His movements leisurely. He put his hands in his pockets as he approached, looking down to her authoritatively. “You like teasing people don’t you? You really want me to spell it out?” He asked rhetorically. She didn’t answer so he made his reasoning clear. “I know we didn’t text much but I couldn’t help but get a flirty vibe from what little you did say. Every time I see you you’re always eyeballing me, or trying to touch me. You invited me here, and now look- you’ve got me all alone. All to yourself. You even locked the door.” 

There was mischief in her smile, “And here- I was worried you weren’t getting it.”She affirmed. 

He reached out a steady hand and caressed her cheek. “I could do anything I wanted to you, couldn’t I?” Her eyes said yes. Boldly he lowered his head finally kissing her. Nina breathed in sharply through her nose as their lips touched. Her expression was of excitement rather than surprise. He could taste the sweet flavor of the wine swisher on her lips. She reached up and grabbed him by the lapel of his shirt and pulled him on top of her. Accordingly Grant touched her supple breast. She arched her back, thrusting her chest into his grasp. Her cheeks turned warm, showing visibly pink, even through her makeup. Her breaths intensified, and she tugged his shirt, “Fuck me!” She begged. He didn’t hesitate. In a flash he removed his flannel and tossed it aside. She chewed her lip while watching him disrobe. His tee came next, before he mounted her. She grabbed one of his wrists, and placed it on her neck. “I want you to choke me! You can be as rough as you like!” She implored.  

His heart skipped a beat, while tightening his grasp on her, as requested. Eagerly he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it up her chest, exposing her tits. She had on a black strapless bra with sheer fabric on the sides. He hooked his fingers underneath and lifted. His eyes widened. Her nipples were pierced, featuring thin black metal bars. 
“Fuck yeah…” he muttered out loud.

Dropping his head he wrapped his lips around the points of her sweet C-cups and flicked them with her tongue. She let out a sultry undulating moan. He teased her, “Damn Nina. You’re quite the little pervert.” She smouldered. Tightening his grip on her throat he continued, “I can’t wait to try all the sick shit that gets you off.” Her expression changed instantly, clearly enjoying his change in demeanor.

“Ravage me.” She crooned.

An idea popped into his head. He didn’t know from where- but it felt right. “Call me daddy.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Why should I?” She rejoined deviously.

“Because that’s what you call a man takes care of sluts like you.”  She shivered all over. She ate up every word with glee.

With a few quick tugs, he had her skirt off. Her panties were on beneath her fishnets, but he wanted the former gone, while the later to stay. He gripped them both and yanked, filling the room with a long satisfying ripping sound. Nina moaned, and gyrated, her bushy slit visibly wet.
He slithered down between her thighs, and pressed his lips against her cunt. Seemed enthusiasm in the bedroom was genetic, Nick thought to himself. Her pubic hair was voluminous, but well groomed. The triangular patch crowned her muff, thicker at the top than the bottom as it approached her ass. The longer he looked at the more ravenously he wanted to fuck her. He groaned bullishly, and licked his lips. Without a word of warning he wrapped his arms around her legs he buried his face between her thighs. She swooned, covering her mouth with her hand. Chills ran across her skin, and she raised one hand to play with her tits. She trembled between every breath, and clenched her teeth on her index finger like a bit. He ate her live a starving man ate stolen bread. Licking the fill length of her slit in long slow passes her pubic hair quickly turned damp, smearing saliva about his lips, past the corners of his mouth and on his chin. Quickly his pallet was inundated with her flavor. She was saline, faintly tart, reminiscent of sweat, yet oddly pleasant. Even as she muffled herself he was impressed with the volume of her voice. He almost wondered if it were an act intended to stimulate his ego, or if perhaps the weed had made her more sensitive. In his altered state hearing her yearning in ecstasy tantalize him to no end. He could feel his cock pressing hard against the mattress throbbing needfully. Still he was in no rush. He couldn’t be sure of what the future had in store, so he wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest. Closing his eyes he slurped, and lathered, her slit for several minutes more, until his taste buds were raw and tingling. Ascending he eyed her as she lay naked on her comforter. 

“How do you want me, Daddy?” She cooed. 

“Come here.” He insisted before beckoning her with a curl of his finger then pointed to his cock. 
Delighted she turned over and rose to her hands and knees. She reached out, and began to fondle his bulge admiringly. He gathered her hair in his fingers, and pulled her head up gently, 

“You still want it rough?” He prodded. 

Sensual, serious, and unabashed, Nina replied, “Hurt me daddy!”  His cock pulsed, out of his mind turned on. 

Whispering in her ear, “Then get down there, and suck that cock!”

She unzipped his jeans, and pulled them off along with his boxers. Her eyes widened. “You’re big!?” She exclaimed with disbelief. He cracked a smile. Tensing his palm he raised his and and swiftly slapped her right across the cheek. It wasn’t particularly hard, just enough to startle her. She looked up at hip, gasping, with a radiant leer. It was like the blow triggered a chain reaction in her brain. Her composed demeanor changed. Her restraint was gone. Nina grabbed his cock in a flash and brought it to her lips, licking it from bottom to top, generously coating it in a thick frothy layer of spittle. He admired from shuddering as he relished the feeling of her touch. Clutching it tight with both hands she placed her lips around his cock head and sucked him hard, slurping it vulgarly. She didn’t so much suck as attack his cock there after. With one hand fondling her cunt, and the other in his shaft she jammed it into her mouth pressing her tongue up against the underside forcefully. Bobbing her head rapidly she squeezed it and fucked her mouth with his turgid, length. Thick streaks of spittle escaped her lips, running down her chin in big messy strands. She never even attempted to wipe them away. The speed and force of her suction created noisy squelches in the back of her mouth, and she released satisfying gurlges, and “Ghhllk-” noises with every movement. His veins bulged. His head felt like it was swimming, and his cock turned so hard he could have broken a board with it. He grabbed her head with both hands and started bucking his hips ramming his rod into the back of her throat. She coughed, spraying him with warm saliva as he forced six inches in. She could take him no further from that angle. Her eyes rolled upward, and tears welled in their corners. She let them run down her cheeks smudging her makeup. Meanwhile she buried three fingers inside of her, and fingered herself with reckless abandon. Nick loved it but wanted more. 
Gripping her hair tightly he pulled her off of him, and forced her to turn over with her head hanging off the side of the bed on her back. She moaned- immediately aware of what he was up too. Squatting by her head he poked his cock down and into her mouth, using her face like his own personal ona hole. It was even better that way. He could bury his meat deeper into her throat, and wield total control over her head. She never resisted his manhandling one bit. In seconds he started cramming his cock into her throat. Her eyes twitched, and lids fluttered. Her expression became glassy, and distant, while her cheeks started glowing a deep crimson color. She rasped, and wretched, but never turned her head, she just laid there and took it no matter how hard he speared it in. His balls slapped against her nose before long. From that position her cunt was his to tease as well. Her hands were busy, gripping the sheets for dear life, so he began to prod and poke her pussy eagerly. She was wetter than anyone he’d ever seem before. Her whiteish juices were spilling form her slit, and running down her thigh. He’d seen her take three of her own fingers, but wondered how she’d manage with his. He began with two, hooking them deep into her cunt. She instantly let out a vocal, “Mmmmh-” which grew lower, and longer as he began to move his fingers. Her hips rocked, and jittered to his touch. She was sensitive, her clit visibly swollen. Mercilessly he pinched it and gave a good thrust into her mouth. She gasped and grabbed at him, digging her fingers into his sides. He was about to slow down but she de-tensed a second later, suggesting she was fine with it. It happened again as he thrust in a third, then a fourth finger inside of her pussy. He scooped, and pawed at her pink insides, feeling for her tender g-spot deep in her tight cunt with his middle finger. He got four or five good tries at it before she surprised him again. He pushed them in deep when suddenly a jet of fluid sprayed form her, waiting his face, and hair. Her eyes looked like they were going to roll into the back of her skull. 
He offered a moment reprieve, at last freeing his cock from her mouth. It was the first time he saw her face directly in a few minutes, and he realized just what a number his ruthless skull fucking had on her. Her foundation had all been sweated off. Her hair was plastered to her skin, soaked with sweat, and her skin was a deep reddish purple. Her chest was heaving, and churning, as she gulped down air like a swimmer coming up form a deep dive. “Auuuh- Aaauh Fuck-” she babbled weakly, so winded she could barely speak. Ever so softly, he heard her whisper hoarsely, “M-more… please more!” It was like music to his ears. He got up off her and pulled her head up, before spinning her around to have her butt hanging off the edge of the bed. She’d forgotten his name again, deliberately he suspected, but that demanded a consequence.

“What do you call me?” He said before spanking her cunt good and hard. She jolted. The strike made her back bow upwards, and she clawed for the sheets with gritted teeth. “Oh god!?” She cried desperately. He spanked her again, “What do you fucking call me you little slut!? Answer me!” He grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her face close to his while hovering one hand over her slit threatening to spank her again. Her face was a total mess. She’d drooled non-stop the whole time fe’d face fucked her, and there was so much frothy ooze on her face she looked like she’d been on the recieving end of a bukakke bath. He abruptly wiped it all leaving his hand drenched in slime. Shaking his head he swatted her tit next, inadvertently wiping his mitts clean in the process. “F-fuck me d-daddy. Mmmhhh-” She whined. She shook her, “Again!” She repeated herself even louder, “Fuck Me Daddy! Please! I want your fucking filthy cock inside of me!” She pined. He shoved her backwards on the bed and held her down. He was so hot he wanted to ram it into her then and there but he’d let his passions get the better of him last time. As sweet as raw dogging it sounded it wasn’t worth the risk. He hastily opened a condom, pinched the tip and rolled it on. He was ready to go. Though she was slipperier than an oil spill he lubed her pussy anyway. The only tearing up he was interested in was the figurative variety. Fully prepped he speared it in, giving her the full length on the first thrust. She squirmed, and cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He gave it to her with both barrels. Pacing himself he started long slow thrusts so she could really feel his shape. He would most certainly feel hers. Even though the condom desensitized him she was still tremendously tight. Her cunt was tighter than any other woman's he’d been with before. Every movement felt like she were trying to wring his cock free of sperm. In short order he found himself picking up the pace. He pumped his hips so hard he rocked the wooden bed frame onto which her mattress was situated, making a loud thud as it collided with the wall. The base thump from down stairs was the only thing obscuring the boisterous noise of their romp. Without warning he felt her clenching around his shaft. His eyes widened, how could she so soon, he asked himself. Sure enough she was cumming again, and hard. The squirt from before was like a water fountain compared to what she hit him with this time. Every thrust pumped it out of her, like he were pressing down on an old fashioned water spigot. She drenched her bed turning it into a soppy creaking mess. All he could do was grin, and watch, ramming nonstop. When it finally started to dissipate he raised his wet hand to her lips and made her taste herself on her fingers. She sucked them hard, and eagerly, slurping, and moaning affectionately as she want. Her final expression did it for him. Like a damn breaking he was cumming too. With a few more powerful thrusts he unloaded into the condom which rapidly filled, coming nearly to the point of failure before he finally came to a halt. Panting like he’d ran a marathon he pulled out and let her lie back freely for a moment. He figured she would have been totally exhausted, but a second later she came limply crawling around and pulled the condom right off his cock. He watched with amazement as she took it and held it over he open mouth then squeezed out the contents onto her tongue like she were emptying a tube of toothpaste. A second later his little soldiers were gone, all swallowed up. Clutching his cock she worshipped it, peppering it with kisses, before licking it clean. When at last there was no sign of his cum on his skin then- and only then did she finally come to rest. 

They laid side by side on her bed just staring at each other with red hazy eyes. They didn’t speak. Her smile never faded. Nick felt rather proud of himself. He was relieved to see that he could find and satisfy someone the same age as him. A minute later she leaned up right and looked over at him, then stretched. 

“Nina can I ask you something?” The teen asked with his head still on the mattress. She looked but remained silent. “Do you uh… Like me?” 

She laughed, “Don’t people usually ask that before fucking?”

He blushed. 

“I do… Kinda.” 

He cocked his head to one side. That was not the answer he was expecting. “Kinda?” He parroted. 

She nodded, “Yeah. You’re good in bed, and you seem reliable, if only a bit money hungry.” she teased. “I might like to do this again sometime, but I don’t know if I’m up for the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing… Why? You’re not going to start crying, and tell me you love me now are you?” 

He chucked, “Nah i’m good off that. I was just wondering.” 

She got up and stretched before putting her T-shirt back on. “I don’t mean to sound indifferent though. This was super wild! I’d definitely be down to do it again sometime. Maybe we could be like- friends with benefits. Does that sound alright to you… Daddy?” 

The teen swore he’d never get tired of her calling him that. “Yeah that’d be cool.” 

She picked up a cloth from off her bed stand and wiped her face, “Alright- why don’t you head downstairs. You did a number on my makeup- i’ve got to reapply everything, and brush my hair. I’ll meet up with you and your friend when I’m done.” Nick agreed, and got dressed. She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before he stepped out the door and went back to the party.