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“This photo is going everywhere. It’s viral, dude.”

“Shut up about the photo already,” I said in exasperation.

“I can’t. It’s too good,” Aaron said. I could see him laughing on my computer screen. “I told you not to cross Sadie and my soccer boys.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.
“Enough of that. How about you tell me some interesting stuff about college? Any good parties? What are the girls like?”

“The parties are awesome,” Aaron replied. “They rage all night long and then we have ‘keg and eggs’ in the morning. It’s pretty sweet. The girls are hot too. Most of them have just broken up with their old high school boyfriends and are looking for a rebound. It’s worth putting in the extra work in high school to get here, trust me bud.”

“So how many have you hooked up with so far?” I asked wistfully.

“Hooked up with? Nah man, I’m not doing that. I’m still with Sadie. She’s actually coming to visit me this weekend.”

“You mean to tell me you’re ignoring an entire university full of hot girls just so you can hang out with a high school chick once a month?” I asked incredulously. “Get your priorities straight, bro.”

Aaron shook his head. “You don’t understand yet,” he said. “You will one day. That reminds me, though; you need to go cut Sadie’s grass today.”

I swore. “Are you seriously going to make me do that?” I asked.

“Yup.
You want to keep using my car, you mow her yard. She said she could do it but I assured her that you wanted to help out. Their push mower is all gassed up. It’s in the shed along the side of the house. There’s a letter combination lock on the door. The combination is M-L-E.”

“Are they at least going to pay me?” I asked.

“No. They don’t have a lot of money, especially with medical bills. You’re going to do this because you’re a good person and because if you don’t you’ll be riding the school bus,” Aaron said.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “I just decided I’m going to go into your room every time I have to fart this week. Your clothes and bed sheets are going to soak up the stench.”

“Love you, little brother,” Aaron said. He was serious, too. Aaron was like that. He was the coolest guy but he wasn’t afraid to get sentimental. It never failed to make me feel good inside and somehow safe.

“Yeah, love you too.”

Of course it turned out to be a scorching hot day. September? No way. It felt like we were in the middle of July. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun beat down on me relentlessly as I yanked on the Anderson’s rip cord over and over again to start up the mower. Within minutes my shirt was drenched with sweat. I took it off and tossed it onto the driveway. Their yard was surprisingly large and there was no way I was going to put up with a wet, sticky shirt for all of it.

The lawn mower was old and heavy. I had to muscle it up the surprisingly steep slope of the yard. I realized that, aside from the inconvenience to me, it was a good thing Aaron was making me do this. I didn’t like the idea of Sadie’s sick father trying to manage it. It was hard enough for me and I was fit guy in my prime.

Going shirtless only bought me a short respite. After about 45 minutes I was drenched in sweat again. My mouth was dry and I wished I had brought a pair of sunglasses. I was about to stop to take a break when the front door of the house opened and a tall, middle-aged man with a bald head walked out. He was holding a tall glass of water. My mouth immediately started to water when I saw the beads of condensation rolling down the cool glass.

The man waved to me. I let go of the mower handle so that the emergency release lever fell and the mower shut off.

“You must be Aaron’s brother,” the man said. “My name is Gus Anderson. I’m Sadie’s dad.”

I shook his outstretched hand. “My name is Nathan. Everyone calls me Nate.”

“I figured you might want this water,” he said, offering the glass to me.

“Thank you, sir,” I said sincerely.

“Thank you for helping us out,” Gus said. “I’m a bit embarrassed, to tell you the truth. I’ve never needed help cutting my own lawn before. The doctor doesn’t want me exerting myself right now, though, and the girls scream at me whenever I try to do it. Do you know that chemotherapy can ruin your hearing but make your ears painfully sensitive to noise at the same time? The girls have learned that they can get pretty much whatever they want with a few high-pitched screams. I finally gave up on the yard.”

“It’s no trouble, sir,” I said after I had taken a sip of refreshingly cold water. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better. Much better,” he said. “I’m done with this latest round of chemo and the doctor says the prognosis looks very good. She’s a little hesitant to be too enthusiastic at this stage but I feel healthy and I’m hopeful. I believe the Good Lord wants me live long enough to get my youngest off to college and become independent.”

I nodded, not sure how to react to that.

“How’s your mother?” Gus asked suddenly.

“She’s good,” I said. “You know her?”

“We went to high school together,” he said. “We were very good friends once. I actually took her to prom senior year.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. Sadie’s dad and my mom had dated? That was too good. It would give me plenty of material to tease Aaron with. I thought back to the pictures of mom I had seen in high school. There weren’t many but I seemed to remember one of her at prom in the yearbook. Her date had been a tall, lanky, blond guy. I looked at Gus. The lack of hair and age made it hard to tell but there was a resemblance.

“Is she still working as a real estate agent?” he asked.

I shook my head. “That didn’t work out,” I said. “She’s gone back into marketing. She likes it.”

“Glad to hear it,” Gus said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “Tell her to give me a call sometime,” he said, handing the card to me. “It would be great to catch up with her.”

“Sure,” I said. I looked down at the card. It read Gus N. Anderson, Architect,
Lakeville Builders. I slipped it into my pocket.

“Well, I don’t suppose I could ask one more favor of you?” Gus said.

“Anything,” I said.

“Would you mind putting your shirt back on?” he asked.

“Sir?”

“I’ve got a 14-year old girl who has been glued to the window ever since you got here,” Gus said. He jerked his head over his shoulder and I noticed the drapes by the living-room
window move as what might have been a head suddenly ducked down out of the line of view. “My daughters seem to have a special affinity for Caldwell boys. I may not be able to control Sadie anymore but I’ll be damned if my baby girl is going to be thinking about any boys for at least a few years yet.”

“Yes sir. Of course,” I said, a little embarrassed.

“Good. Well, thanks again,” Gus said as he took back the empty glass. “Remember to say hi to your mom for me.”

“I will, sir. Thanks,” I said.

Gus left and I walked back to the driveway to pick up my shirt. I was about to put it on when a little red convertible came roaring around the corner and screeched to a stop in front of the driveway. The driver was that girl Carly whom Sadie had called El Diablo. Four other girls were packed into her car. Two of them, I noticed immediately, were especially hot.

“Nate!”
Carly called out as the other girls started whispering to each other excitedly. “What are you doing? This is Sadie’s house, isn’t it? Does she have you doing chores for her now?”

“Nah, I’m just helping out,” I called back. I walked up to the car. I didn’t bother to put my shirt on; I wanted the hot girls to get a good long look at me.

“What are you doing tonight?” Carly asked in her overly sweet voice.

“
Dunno yet,” I responded nonchalantly, playing it cool. “What are you girls up to?”

“There’s a party at Chloe Walker’s house. You have to come!” one of the other girls gushed. “Chloe’s parties are legendary.”

“Oh yeah?” I said. “Sounds cool. Where’s it at?”

“Tell you what,”
Carly said. “We’re going to pregame at my house. Give me your number and I’ll text you my address. You can come with us to Chloe’s. Show up at my place around eight?”

Perfect. I gave
Carly my number and watched the girls drive off. I was actually quite excited. Things had been a bit rocky at Lakeville so far and not being the considered the coolest guy in school was a new experience for me. A party with plenty of Carly’s cute friends was just what I needed to get back on top. I thought about Carly’s sweet, innocent little face and smiled. She wasn’t that bad-looking either. I knew her type: kind, timid, and eager to please. She had probably never even kissed a boy before. Well, I was happy to be her first. I bet I could persuade her to get freaky under the sheets. Yeah, that would be fun. I was going to teach her and her friends all sorts of new things before the night was over.

I put on one of my best pair of jeans. They were old and worn, just the way I liked them. I also put on one of Aaron’s faded long-sleeve checkered shirts. It made me look a bit like a farmer or a lumberjack but not too much. I didn't want to be mistaken for a country bumpkin, just like I was too cool to care about what I wore. I looked in the mirror.
Sheer perfection.

I arrived at the address
Carly gave me around 8:30 PM. She lived in a modest beige stucco house. By the time I got there 10 cars were already in the cul-de-sac. That was good; I never liked to be the first person to arrive at a party. It made it seem like I had nothing better to do.

I knocked on the front door and after a moment a middle-aged woman opened it. She looked tired, as if she just spent a long day working.

"I'm here to see Carly,” I said.

“She's in the basement,” the woman said without further explanation.

"Uh, okay, I'll… thanks, I’ll show myself down,” I said. I brushed past the woman and walked into the house. I noticed a middle-aged man lying on the couch but he didn't even look up at me. I shook my head. These people seemed to be really checked out. That surprised me. Carly didn't seem like she would be much of a handful to parent. Maybe they just had really stressful jobs.

I walked through the house and found a hallway that looked like it led down to the basement. I heard music blasting from below. I listened to the tunes for a minute. Was that Justin
Bieber? Well, if so, it was okay with me. It meant there were no other dudes at this party.

I walked down the stairs. I rounded the last corner of the staircase and a smile formed involuntarily on my face. There were about 30 girls crammed into the basement. Almost in unison, they looked up and saw me.

"Ahhh!" the girls screamed excitedly. I felt a bit like I was Justin Bieber myself and had just walked into a group of rabid fans.

"Hey girls," I said. "
Carly invited me over. Is she around?"

"Nate!"
Carly exclaimed. I looked over at the other end and saw the pretty little girl. She looked thrilled to see me. "I'm so glad you came!" she said. "We were just chilling and listening to some music. Do you like the Biebs?"

No. "Of course," I said. "Yeah, I listen to him all the time. Hey, when are we planning to go to the party?"

"Oh, that doesn't start until 10," Carly said. "Just hang out with us until then."

I was fine with that. As I glanced around I noticed plenty of hot chicks and they all looked to be about my age. I was in heaven.

Carly walked up to me. "Let me introduce you to the girls. This is Jessica," she said gesturing to a beautiful raven-haired girl with high cheekbones and soft white skin. Jessica gave me a shy smile. I instantly liked her.

"And this is
Becca," Carly said. Becca was a slim redhead with emerald green eyes and luscious red lips. She winked at me.

Carly
continued introducing me to all the girls. They were extremely attractive and seemed really into me; I could tell that they liked me from the way they couldn’t take their eyes off of me and kept touching me. Each time I met a new girl she would put her hand on my arm and touch my biceps or hands lightly. That was a good sign. A very good sign.

I settled down in a seat by the pool table to chat with the girls. They brought me chips and pop. The girls seemed to press against me as if they wanted to be in constant contact with me. They sat on the armrests of my chair and stroked my shoulders from behind. Another guy might have been unsettled by all the attention but I was in my element. All the
girls, that was, except for Carly. She just sat back and watched me, her eyes never moving from my body as if she were watching some type of magnificent animal in the zoo. The attention was slightly intoxicating.

When I finished my can of pop the girls brought me another drink. It was red and in a tall glass. I looked at it quizzically. It seemed to be some type of smoothie. “Who made this?" I asked.

"That was Jessica," Carly said. "She's really into health smoothies. It might taste a bit odd at first because of all the health ingredients she dumps into it but it really is quite good for you."

I looked over at Jessica. She was beaming back at me excitedly. Well, I would drink whatever a chick with that body wanted me to drink. I picked up the glass and took a sip of the cold, mushy liquid. "
Mmm, that's good," I said.

The girls continued to talk to me as I drank. It was actually quite tasty once I got past the unusual flavor. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was something familiar about the taste. Perhaps it was something my mother had made me try during one of her health cleanses. Nonetheless, I was enjoying it and all the attention from the girls.

I soon discovered that the longer we hung out together the more adventuresome the girls became. Becca sat on my lap and began to softly caress my shoulder. I could feel the hands of other girls caressing me in other places. My neck, my arms, my thighs... It was hard not to get excited with all that touching. Perhaps that was why my head started to feel like it was in the midst of a thick fog. The faces of the girls began to spin around me. I took another sip of my drink. Maybe it would help clear my mind.

It seemed like the girls were growing even bolder now with the way they were feeling me up.
Becca was carefully inspecting my abs. I felt her hands slide down my abs until they were at the waistband of my jeans. I smiled. This chick couldn't even wait until we were alone. I thought about inviting her into the bedroom I had noticed adjoining the basement but just then one of the other girls said, "Are you okay? You look sorta hot. Do you maybe want to take off your shirt?"

I looked around at all the faces staring back at me. I couldn't focus on any of them clearly but they seemed excited by the notion. Sure, what did I have to lose? They were the ones who made the suggestion. It would give me a perfect opportunity to show off my body.

"Yeah, no problem,” I said. I reached up and pulled my shirt off. The girls started whistling and cat calling. Becca rewarded me by tenderly caressing my bare skin. I wasn't sure but I thought I even felt a pair of lips brush my shoulder.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"
Carly asked. "You're our guest. We want to make sure you're having a good time."

"I’m… I’m doing great," I said.
"Never better."

"So would you rather be here than with Sadie?"
Carly asked.

"Sadie who?"
I mumbled.

"Never mind,"
Carly said. “You answered my question perfectly."

Becca
got off my lap. More hands were suddenly all over my body. Then someone bent down and kissed me. Her lips felt amazing against mine. My head was buzzing now more than ever, likely due to these amazing girls.

I felt one of the hands caressing my thighs travel higher and higher until it was suddenly caressing a very different part of my body. I heard girls giggling as I continued to get kissed and felt up.

"I think maybe Nate is ready to go somewhere on little more private," I heard Carly say. "Let's take him to the fitness room."

Why in the world would she want to take me to a fitness room? That was the last place I wanted to go at the moment. I wanted to go to a bedroom. The girls, however, seemed to have a different idea. They pulled me off the chair and began leading me through the basement. I stumbled a few times and they giggled some more, steadying me with their hands and pulling me onwards. A moment later we entered
Carly's fitness room.

"I really didn't plan on working out," I said. "At least, not like this."

"Oh don't worry," Carly said. “You're not going to be lifting weights. We have something else in mind." The girls pushed me down against a weightlifting bench. The back of the bench was positioned upwards so that I was sitting upright but leaning back a little.

"Do you want some more of your drink?" one of the girls asked. I nodded. For some reason I was having more and more trouble focusing. I had probably gotten dehydrated mowing the Andersons’ lawn in the oppressive heat. A drink would be good. Someone shoved the glass at me. The girls had been kind enough to refill it. I took a big gulp of the fruity and zesty liquid.

"Remember, Carly," one of the other girls said, "you promised we could have some fun with him before you got him alone."

Carly
sighed. "I guess I did," she admitted. "Well, get on with it then. I don't want to wait too long. It's less fun that way."

"Nate, don't you want to take your jeans off?" someone asked. I looked up and saw Jessica's beautiful face staring back at me. I would take my pants off whenever that girl asked me. I nodded and sat up a bit so I could pull my jeans off. I heard more excited murmurs from the girls.

"That's good," Jessica cooed as I tossed my jeans aside. She straddled my body and began to kiss me. It felt incredible. The rest of the girls’ hands continued massaging and stroking my body.

"My turn," one of the other girls cried. Jessica was pushed off of me and other girls piled on top. I felt hands touching my boxer briefs and then slipping beneath my waistband to feel my more intimate body parts. I grinned back at the girls. If they were desperate to learn what a real man felt like, who was I to refuse them?

There was another round of excited murmurs. The girls were working themselves up into a tizzy. For my part, the world seemed to be swirling around me. I looked up and the ceiling was spinning. The girls’ lips were all over me now and the girls were attacking my crotch with their hands, massaging and tugging and caressing.

With every passing moment things got hotter and hotter. I felt like I had to come upon a nest of horny women on a deserted island. It was like these girls never been with a guy before. They had gone crazy. My body felt a myriad of sensations all at once.

As the girls kept working their magic, however, it became clear that they had no intention of letting me return the favor. When I reached out to touch one particularly ample bosom my hands were pushed aside. "Come on," I mumbled.

"I don't think so, little Caldwell," one of the girl said. "You just sit back. We want to have our fun with you."

"Little Caldwell?!" another one of the girls exclaimed. I felt a squeeze between my legs. "There's nothing little about him," she said.

“He’s just so cute! I can’t believe this,” another girl squealed.

I couldn't help myself. These girls’ amazing bodies were too tantalizing. I needed to feel them. I reached out with my arms once again.

"Uh oh," someone said. “Nate can't seem to keep his hands to himself."

"I think it's my turn, girls," Carly said. “He's trying to assert himself. We can’t have that. Everybody else out. It’s time to show him who's really in charge.”