August Rain

I was a boy at eighteen.

It was the middle of August 1978 and I had graduated from high school three months earlier. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and I was still a virgin. My entire love life had consisted of many awkward moments and a few goodnight kisses while being watched by my mother. I was terribly shy around girls but I was so horny that I masturbated twice a day.

My name is Peter Carpenter, but my friends have always called me Pete. “Pete, this party is going to be great,” my good friend William Breaux had told me before he picked me up from my trailer in his red 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible that morning.

The car was cool, though rusting out from underneath, but the trailer was an ancient piece of shit. However, since I was renting it, it was my piece of shit. After living under the thumbs of my protective parents for my whole life, I felt like I had been freed from prison. Of course, though free and living on my own, I had been ill prepared to be able to speak to a woman and invite her back to my new place.

I wasn’t so sure about the party, but I got into William’s car anyway. I had my swim trunks on under my jeans. “Are you sure it’s okay?” I asked.

“For the tenth time, yes,” he replied as he pulled out onto the narrow highway. “Look, Allison Miller is throwing the pool party at her mom’s house. She’s friends with Tricia, right?”

I nodded, though I had no idea who these girls were. It wasn’t really my circle of friends, as shy as I was around girls.

“Well, Trisha is dating Jack. Trisha invited Jack. Jack invited me. I invited you. Simple,” he concluded.

I shook my head in disbelief. I could see that we were probably going to get kicked out for crashing the party. Jack was sixteen, so his girlfriend and this Allison girl were probably just as young. My friend, William, was seventeen, having just graduated like me. We were older. Miss Miller, Allison’s divorced mom, would probably filter out any older kids, like us.

William had the top down on his Camaro and I enjoyed the breeze because, though it was around eleven in the morning, the sun was already beating down. It was hot every day in August in Longville. That’s the small town in southwest Louisiana where we lived.

It took ten minutes to get to the Miller’s house.

There were a half a dozen cars parked all around. They were parked in the driveway, in the street in front of the house, and on the front lawn, which was mostly dead anyway. William parked on the street and hopped out, leaving the top down. I got out and followed him into the house; the front door was unlocked.

The house was wide and shallow. From the front door I could see the back yard through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. William glanced around for a second and then walked right on in. I hesitated, but followed.

In the living room, just inside the glass doors, stood Miss Miller. She was fourteen years older than me, having had Allison when she was a teenager herself, but she was fine. That’s what we called hot in those days, though fine is still used sometimes today. She had long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong but sexy face. She was deeply tanned over every inch of skin I could see but for two tan lines running up her shoulders and around the back of her neck. She wore a white dress with red dots that was held up by thin straps at her shoulders. The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. Her tits were full and filled out her dress, spilling over the sides just a little.

Miss Miller said, “Go on through, the party’s in the back.” She had a sexy voice.

William barely acknowledged her as he passed on through the glass door. I followed him, too shy to even say anything to her. That was always the way with me in those days.

There were about a dozen teenagers around and in the pool. I knew only a few from school, the rest were probably from other schools or younger grades. All of the girls were dressed in brightly colored bikinis. All of the guys wore dark swim trunks.

William took off his clothes quickly, stripping down to his trunks. I did the same, only more slowly. Most of the kids watched us come in. Though Miss Miller hadn’t filtered us out, I was still concerned about being kicked out for being too old or not invited.

William jumped into the pool and started horsing around. He was quick. Nobody paid me much attention after that. I stripped down to my black and red swim trunks and sat on a chair. Swimming required interaction with girls and I was just too damn shy for that.

After a few minutes one of the girls got out of the pool and came up to me. I didn’t recognize her. She had blond hair that reached to her shoulders and a pretty face, despite some blemishes. She was lightly tanned except for the pale tan lines I could see peeking out at the edges of her bikini. It was a skimpy pink one.

She asked, “You’re William’s friend?”

I nodded. If I was too shy to jump in the water, I was definitely too shy to talk to this girl.

“Did you graduate this year?” she asked.

I nodded again. “Yea,” I managed to say, barely.

“I’m one grade behind you. I’m going to be seventeen in a few months. I can’t wait to be a senior,” she said.

Well, it was just as well that I was so shy. Though I had just recently turned eighteen, I knew enough not to mess with girls under eighteen. I just nodded.

“Well,” she said. “I’m Allison. Enjoy the party.”

She did look a little like her mother, I thought to myself as she walked away. It was best to stick with girls my own age. Of course, girls my own age scared the hell out of me.

The sun beat down like a demon that day. I started to sweat early and one of the first things I did was put on suntan lotion. I rarely got out like that so my skin was pale.

The other kids left me alone. They horsed around, splashing and swimming all over. I sat alone.

At about noon Miss Miller emerged from the house with a tray of finger sandwiches and many big glasses of lemonade. Everyone gathered around. They all got a sandwich and a drink. I was last.

I took the last sandwich and one of the glasses of lemonade. Miss Miller said to me, “It’s ninety three degrees already.”

“Sure is hot,” I replied.

Miss Miller flipped her hair back over her shoulder. She was the sexiest woman I had ever met. Then she took a big drink of lemonade. I watched her. She was perspiring almost as much as I was. I watched a bead of sweat roll down her chest and disappear down her dress between her big breasts. I was mesmerized, wishing I were that bead of sweat. My cock started to harden in my trunks.

I quickly took a drink from my own glass when she stopped and looked at me. I didn’t think she saw me staring at her. I glanced around my glass and hoped nobody else did either.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower to cool off,” Miss Miller announced. I was the only one close enough to hear her. “Enjoy the party,” she added.

I watched her turn and walk into the house. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her right shoulder. In those days, tattoos on women were rare and it made her look that much sexier to me. My cock hardened more as I watched.

I stood there and ate my little sandwich and drank my lemonade. I was sweating from the heat and also from the thought of Miss Miller showering. I turned away from the pool so nobody could see my hard-on tenting the front of my trunks.

Then an urge came over me. I was young and foolish in those days, like most guys. I was shy around girls but I was very horny. I announced to nobody in particular that I had to use the bathroom, and proceeded into the house.

Trying to look casual to the kids around the pool, not that any of them paid me any mind, I opened and closed the sliding door very slowly as I entered the living room. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, without looking like that was what I was trying to do. As I got the door closed I heard the shower turn on upstairs.

I quickly but lightly padded up the stairs toward the sound. If I were caught, my plan was to tell her that I had to pee and was looking for the bathroom. It was lame plan but it was all I could come up with.

The master bedroom door was wide open and I peeked inside. The adjoining bathroom light was on and that’s where the sound of the water running in the shower was coming from. I had to take a look. I couldn’t resist.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck through the bedroom, my footfalls lost in the thick carpet. I reached the bathroom doorway and slowly peaked around the jam. I went very slowly so I could spot her before she spotted me, in case she was looking in my direction.

Then I saw her. She was standing with her back toward the door. She was beautiful. She had taken her dress off and was tossing it aside.

She had a bikini top tan line across the middle of her bare back. I could just see the edge of her right tit from under her arm. It was pale and looked so smooth. Her waist was thin and her hips wide. I could clearly see tan lines across her hips and a large triangle of pale skin covering her ass. Her ass was round and firm.

My cock grew instantly hard in my trunks.

Then, she bent forward to adjust the water and I was greeted to a sight I had never seen before. Growing up in such a repressed household I did still manage to get a copy of Playboy. I would jerk off to it every night. But in all of those pages I never really got to see what a pussy looked like. Not without it being mostly hidden behind a mound of dark hair.

Well, I saw Miss Miller’s pussy when she bent forward. I saw her asshole above and the slit of her pussy below. I didn’t really understand what I was seeing; I just knew that I really wanted to understand it. It was a pink slit with thin brown lips hanging down ever so slightly below. There was also kinky blond hair framing the whole thing.

She stood up and stepped into the shower. I pulled myself back, knowing that she would turn around and spot me if I didn’t. I heard her draw the shower curtain. I took that as my cue to leave. I was confounded by what I had just seen, but I yearned to see more.