When the doorbell rang she met Rex at the door and asked him in. He was a tall, chestnut-haired young man with shoulder-length locks and a rugged body she found very pleasing.
He thought she'd be ready to go and was surprised when she asked him in. He didn't exactly get along well with her parents and didn't relish the idea of being around them -- especially her creepy dad. But when she explained they were gone, Rex smiled and came on in.
"Thought you wanted to get to the party earlier than we usually do," he said. "Do we have time to sit around here?"
"I thought we'd do something a little different tonight," she said, seating herself on the couch. "Let's have a drink before we leave for the party, okay? To celebrate being out of high school and being adults, if for no other reason."
"Want some weed?" he asked. "I got some over at my brother's house. I could get it in a jiffy. You could go with me if you like."
"Why, Rex!" she exclaimed in mock-surprise. "Shame on you. You wouldn't just happen to be trying to get me over at your brother's house because he's gone for the week-end, would you? Remember, you told me a few days ago he'd be..."
"No," broke in Rex, "hell, I wasn't trying to trick you into anything, Kelly." Even though he knew she was only joking he couldn't help replying as though she were serious.
She laughed at his fluster and said the real reason she didn't want to go was because the weed would stink up the house.
"My folks would be sure to smell it when they come home tonight from the movie," she said. "Then my dad would really hit the ceiling." Rex forgot about the marijuana. "They're at the movies?" he repeated. "They're gone for the night?"
"Sure," she replied innocently. "Didn't I mention they'd be gone tonight when you came over?"
She made them a pair of drinks and led him down to the family room in the basement. On the way down she spilled a few drops on the front of her dress and cussed at herself. She took a hanky from her pocket and dabbed it on her bosom.
"Hold my drink a sec, will you?" she asked, handing him her glass. They were standing close now and she knew very well he could hardly avoid staring down into the swollen top of her low-cut dress while she was dabbing away with the hanky.
Rex's Adam's apple bobbed as he warily turned his eyes downwards, believing her to be totally oblivious to his peeking, and gazed at the tantalizing mounds of succulent flesh that rose and fell every time she took a breath.
Look at that, Kelly thought to herself, he's really getting an eyeful. And he thinks I don't even know what's going on. This is neat -- if I'd thought of it I'd have spilled a little on purpose. She mentally filed the idea away for later use.
They plopped onto the big leather couch and she sat beside him just long enough to make sure he got a nice whiff of her perfume, then she was up again. She put a record on and sat down in a different chair. Now she was directly across from him.
Shit, man, Rex thought to himself, look at the way she's sitting. I bet she'd freak out if she knew how far I can see up her dress. What a groovy pair of legs she's got -- and what a great shot of 'em. I can damn near see up as far as her underwear!
Kelly idly crossed her thighs and took a big drink from her glass. With her eyes turned upward for a second, he took advantage and darted his gaze to the hem of her skirt. As one thigh settled over the other, he was rewarded with the briefest flash of bright yellow high between her legs.
Sonofabitch, that was her panties I just got a peek at. Wish she'd do that again -- I sure would love to get a better look between her legs. She's so fucking fine I can't believe it!
Kelly had finished her drink. She suggested another and he wondered if they'd have time before the party.
"Rex," she coyly asked, "how would it be to just mess around here for tonight instead of going to the party. Would you mind? You know, we could stay here in the basement rec room and watch TV while we have a few more drinks or something, I don't know... just take it easy. What do you think of that?"
Rex was perfectly satisfied to do that as long as she was sure her parents wouldn't be around. She assured him they wouldn't, that if he left by eleven or so he'd be sure to miss them.
"I'll just be a minute," she said, scurrying upstairs to make the new drinks.
Rex fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch while she was gone. He'd never been so completely alone with her as long as he had been dating her. And the way she was dressed showed off her curves in a way that made him know he was going to have a hard time treating the evening together as coolly as she seemed to be doing.
"Would you help me a minute," she suddenly called from up the stairs. "I decided to just bring down the whole bottle so we won't have to keep running up and down every time we want a drink. I have ice and everything with it, too. My arms are too full."
Rex hurried to the stairs and reached up to take some things as she handed them down. But he got more than he anticipated -- as he reached up, he realized he could see all the way up her legs to the very junction. And there he saw the flesh-padded crotch of her tight-fitting, bright yellow panties.
With one bottle clumsily in his hand and his fingers about to accept another from her, he clumsily dropped everything. Nothing broke but he was quite embarrassed. He hoped to God she didn't suspect the reason for his dumb move.
"You okay?" she yelled, "What did you do, stumble?"
He was picking up the things from the floor. "Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, I kind of stumbled. I don't know how I did it... a wet spot on the floor, I guess."
As she came on down the steps and finished picking things up, she thought to herself, I'll bet! I've got a hunch the only wet spot was in your pants -- when you pissed all over yourself from the beaver shot I just flashed you.
Kelly knew he hadn't really been able to see any hairs, but she was pretty sure the crotch of her panties was plenty to get him all excited and clumsy like that.
Midway through their second drink she flipped on the TV. Into the third she felt him gingerly touch her shoulder as he put his arm on the couch behind her.
Wow, big deal, she thought to herself. He's actually touching me. I think he could use a little help.
She boldly reclined against him and took his hand in hers. She drew it around her and left his fingers at the point where they just touched the taut front of her dress. It was the first time she had ever been so direct with him.
"Better watch out," he nervously joked. "Touching you there might get me a little excited."
Things were going too slowly for Kelly. With the experience she had behind her she no longer enjoyed pussy-footing around.
"Oh really?" she asked, her voice warm with interest. "I wouldn't want to do that, Rex. I wouldn't want to get you excited. Are you really? Let's see if you are."
She promptly blew his mind by putting her hand palm-down in his lap and patting his pants in search for his penis. Before the flustered boy could react to her unsuspected move, she smiled mischievously and said, "Just as I thought. You were fibbing, weren't you? I don't feel anything in your pants. And if you were really excited I think I might feel a lump there."
His move was automatic. With her so close to him, and hearing her talk as she was, he couldn't have restrained himself. He hesitantly let his fingertips glide over the swollen area of her dress where her proud tit pushed up tightly against the fabric.
His eyes grew large. His face trembled with desire. The warm mound beneath her dress was making a nervous wreck out of him.