Sins of the Father – Part 2

Ben opened his eyes and jumped out of his skin. He frantically searched for his alarm clock and realized it was almost six o’clock. The party was already well on its way. He hopped off his bed and ran to the closet, pulling on his swimming trunks and a fresh t-shirt. He stopped when he came across the 30-pack of beer on the floor. Did he really want to be around people now? If he was sent into such a deep and sudden depression just by sitting in the mall, how would he react if he sat all alone at a party, completely ignored by the others? Time was ticking. It would still take at least another twenty minutes to bike to the house where the party was. Of course he could just creep back into his bed, open the 30-pack, and forget about the whole thing.

Ben was frozen in indecision, picking at his bottom lip. Getting drunk by himself was an attractive option. Then he remembered the vision he had had the day before. The beautiful unknown girl in his arm, the situation he had always dreamed about. A chance to turn things around. Whether he ended the night wallowing in self-pity, or having the time of his life, rocking some teen ass, would remain to be seen. He grabbed the 30-pack and rode off on his bicycle.

He arrived at the street where the party was being held, chained his bike to a post, and made his way to the front door. He had a large, suspicious looking backpack full of alcohol. There were high-schoolers on the front lawn, chatting away. Ben could hear noise coming from inside – the unmistakable rhythmic thumping of music. He stood outside the door and looked around uncertainly. He raised his hand to the doorbell, but thought better of it. He opened the door and walked in.

The foyer of the large house was packed with teenagers. He made his way through the loud crowd, out into the backyard by the pool. When he got to the back yard his jaw dropped. There must have been well over two hundred people around the pool and backyard. The music was blasting from two large black speakers at the far end of the pool. Ben immediately started feeling nervous. Hadn’t the invite said only like twenty people would be attending? Fuck. He felt a trickle of cold sweat running down his neck. How was he going to handle this? He started fumbling nervously with his phone in his pocket. There were no visible places where he could sit and be hidden from the crowd. He was still debating where he could sit without being noticed when he felt a hard slap his back.

“Benny!” It was Zach. “Dude! I thought you wouldn’t come.”

Ben could smell alcohol on Zach’s breath.

“Yupp. I made it.” Ben gave him a numb smile.

Zach’s eyes lagged off to the side, then shot back at Ben, as if noticing him for the first time. A new song started thumping through the speakers.

“Dude, there’s so much tail here!” He yelled into Ben’s ear. “Look at all that high school pussy!”

A girl walked past the two and gave them a deliberate look of disgust. She was carrying a red cup filled to the brim with beer. Zach and Ben stared at her heart shaped ass as she walked. Zach let out a drunken laugh and threw his arm around Ben’s neck. Ben forced out a nervous chuckle of his own. The parents were obviously not home, and all depended on Zach to make sure no havoc was wreaked in his house. Ben doubted that Zach would be of much use if he was already this plastered only two hours into the party.

A group of two girls passed by again, Zach slid off Ben and followed them. He could hear Zach blabbering his name and age, the two girls giggled and turned their backs on him.

“Aww, come on!” He mewled . “Give Uncle Zach sum love!”

It made Ben feel slightly better knowing he wasn’t the only one being pushed away by the female population. He looked around again, scanning the pool area for a hideout. A girl was sitting on a chair by herself, staring right at Ben. He immediately averted his eyes. He spotted a small bench behind a row of pool chairs. Ben hurried over and took a seat, placing the backpack next to him on the bench. With a shaking hand, he unzipped the bag and tore the pack open. He took two out, opened the first, and drank half the can in a few quick gulps. He sat back and waited for the first buzz of the alcohol to hit him. Slowly, he started feeling calmer. This was what he needed, he thought. When the first can was finished he opened the second, making quick work of it. He dropped the can to the side and reached over for his third when something caught his attention. A flash of blond hair and a familiar beautiful face.

His anxiety returned immediately when he recognized the girl from the mall. He fumbled with a beer and put it to his lips, keeping his eyes on her. She had a body to match her face. Well proportioned, with smooth, tanned skin. Ben looked at her crotch. His mind flooded with images of what might be hidden under those thin black bikini bottoms. Was she cleanly shaven? Were her lips soft and puffy? How would it feel running his tongue up her vagina? Ben felt his pants stirring. The all too familiar feeling of shame coursed through him. He was perving over a girl at least five years younger than him, a girl who would surely be freaked out if she realized he was staring at her.

There were teenagers swimming in the pool, throwing a ball, flirting, dunking each other’s heads under water. There was no way Ben was going in that pool. What would he do? Lean his elbows on the edge with a stupid grin on his face? Speak of being creepy. He decided to stay put and break out the whiskey. If nothing else, he could at least sit and enjoy the view of teen ass walking around for the remainder of the party. He sipped the whiskey straight from the bottle. The pool chairs in front of him were occupied by a group of girls about 17 years old. All of them were wearing sunglasses of ridiculous shapes and sizes. Their bikinis were tight and their ass cracks were delightfully visible. Ben got a jolt of excitement every time one of them turned their back to him or bent over to pick something up. One girl in particular had an exceptional body. Firm B-cups, flat belly, and a curvaceous little bubble-butt. She was standing and drying her hair, deep in conversation with the other girls. Ben stared at her openly, and looked away casually when her head turned in his direction. He got a good look at her breasts again and held his stare.

“Excuse me,” the girl said suddenly. “What’s your problem?”

Ben looked to her right to see who she was talking to. No-one was there.

“You know, I can see you looking at me, dude.”

Fuck. She was talking to him. He cursed under his breath. Of course she could see out the corner of her eyes, despite the huge sunglasses.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She turned to face him.

Ben turned slowly in her direction. The other girls were also watching him. Although he couldn’t read the looks on their faces, he was pretty confident they were also freaked out by him. He saw that the pretty blond girl form the mall had noticed the situation as well.

“Uh… I… Um… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He stuttered.

His heart was beating at an unreal pace. He started to feel sick. He felt like he was a kid caught stealing in a shop, and now he was being pinned down by the adults.

“That’s pretty gross of you.” Another girl chimed in. “Just sitting there, perving on us. How old are you, anyway?”

He felt like he was going to be sick. He wanted to apologize again but no sound came out of his mouth.

“I’m really sorry.” It was barely a whisper, his voice had abandoned him.

But the girls hadn’t heard him. They had turned their heads back and continued their conversation, only in a lower, quieter tone than before.

Ben couldn’t spare another glance at the girls. He realized he was shaking profusely, more sweat streaming down the side of his flushed face. Any minute now he would throw up. He quietly gathered his backpack and slithered away, keeping his eyes three paces in front of him the whole way. He found a new place to sit on the opposite side of the pool. He settled down, grabbed a beer, and anxiously scanned the area for anyone who might call him out again.

He noticed the girl he had seen watching him when he was talking to Zach, she was sitting in the same place she had been half an hour ago.