THE DOORBELL RINGS AGAIN so I get up to answer it. When I open the door, I see two men around my foster-dad Pete’s age standing there smiling.
“Hi, come on in. The guys are just getting set up in the kitchen.”
My foster-mom, Judy, is a night nurse at the hospital one town over. She works twelve hour shifts so I don’t see her much on work days. Pete works from home with some tech-based job so he’s the one here with me more often than not. He’s pretty laid back so it’s cool. I’ve been with the Andersons for four months now and I have to admit that it’s the most stable home I’ve known. We have meals together, movie nights, and other normal family stuff. Judy once shared with me that she and Pete opened their house because they were unable to conceive. She wanted children desperately but she had issues with egg supply or something like that. They figured that fostering was the next best thing so they could still make a difference in a child’s life.
She even took me clothes shopping before school started. I’ve never had the luxury of buying multiple outfits at one time just because a new year was beginning. Especially not brand new clothing from the mall. Now than I’m in high school, I’m learning that appearances are more important than ever. If you want to fit in, you have to look a certain way and act a certain way. Being bounced around throughout my life, I’ve learned some tricks about being accepted pretty easily and they seem to be working. High school has actually been fun. I have lots of new friends and dare I say, my first sorta boyfriend. Judy and Pete say I’m too young to date, but they have let Stephen come over to hang out as long as adults are pr
esent. Most kids my age would gripe about having rules and things like supervision, but to me, it’s a refreshing change of pace. I like the fact that they care enough to make rules.
Pete is having some friends over for poker so he said I could invite Stephen. While the grown-ups are socializing, Stephen and I will be in the basement watching a movie. Speaking of…the bell rings again and I open it to see my favorite face in the whole world smiling back at me.
“Hi,” I whisper.
I can feel my cheeks flushing which is so embarrassing. I don’t know why I’m so painfully shy around boys. I’m sure a head doctor would attribute that to seeing some of the men my mom usually hangs out with, but I don’t know. Those guys give me creepy looks every now and again, especially since I grew boobs, but they ignore me for the most part.
“Hi, beautiful.”
Stephen pulls me into a hug and I melt. He’s so sweet and cute; I don’t know how I got so lucky. He’s a junior and already the captain of the varsity soccer team. He’s super patient with me too. I know he’s been with other girls who let him have sex with them but at fifteen, I’m just not ready yet. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely have sex-type feelings sometimes, especially when Stephen and I are making out, but we haven’t gone past second base.
I invite him over to the kitchen and throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Once it’s ready, we make our way downstairs with an assortment of snacks and sodas.
“Thanks, babe. You’re awesome.”
I smile as I settle in next to him and grab the remote to start the movie. He gets a mischievous grin on his face as he reaches into his coat pocket. He produces a little flask and holds it up.
“I thought we could have some extra fun tonight.”
“Is there alcohol in there?”
“Yep,” he grins. “I swiped some rum from my old man’s liquor cabinet. It will go great with the soda.”
“I don’t know, Stephen. If Pete finds out, he’ll be really mad.”
“C’mon, baby; he’ll never know. The door to the basement is closed and they’ll be busy drinking beer and playing cards for hours. We don’t have to have much—just enough to get a good buzz.”
I hesitate. “Okay…but just a little.”
“That’s my girl!”
About an hour into the movie, I’m really starting to feel drunk. Or what I assume is drunk anyway. I wouldn’t know considering I’ve never had alcohol before tonight. I didn’t want to sound lame so I didn’t tell Stephen that, but I suspect he knows based on my uncontrollable giggling.
“You’re such a cute drunk,” he says.
“Shh, don’t say the D word! Someone will hear you!”
He laughs. “Oh, Katherine, what am I going to do with you?”
Maybe it’s the rum that’s making me so bold, but I find myself thinking about all the naughty things I’d like to try with him. I remove my sweatshirt in one swift movement, which leaves me in my bra and jeans. My boobs are bigger than most girls my age, so I usually hide them so people don’t make stupid comments. Stephen has felt them before over my shirt, but I’ve never let him see them before tonight.
“Holy shit!” He stares at me in amazement, like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Your tits are incredible. They’re huge!”
“Do you want to touch them?”
“Hell, yeah, I do!”
He eagerly reaches out and grabs one in each hand. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my panties. I moan as he continues to knead them while he presses me back into the couch. He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra.
“Stephen, no. What if someone comes down here?”