Phil
“Lil bro, you need make yourself scarce tonight.” Ray had poked his head in my room.
“Christ, Ray, have you not heard of knocking?” I was only playing the guitar, but still.
“Yeah, good point. I don’t want to catch you jacking off. But I’m having a few people over, and you’re not welcome.”
“Are you having a party? Mom will kill you if she finds out.” It was Friday and our parents had gone to Whistler overnight for a closing dinner with my dad’s work.
“‘If she finds out’ being the key words. It’s not going to be a big deal and Viv’s going to help me clean up. Can’t you go over to Marcus’s or Dave’s for the night?”
“You can’t kick me out of here. It’s my house too.”
Ray scowled at me. “What is up your ass? You’ve been in a shitty mood all week.”
I shrugged. Usually I was busy on the weekends, but I felt like staying home tonight. On the other hand, being upstairs while there was a party downstairs would be the complete loser life. So I called Dave Vanderhauf. We went down to the Cove for sushi, then came back to get my stuff before we headed over to his place.
“Why don’t we go downstairs, just to check out the party? It sounds good.” Hoff suggested. You could hear the thumping bass and people laughing, even two floors up.
“Ray doesn’t want us there.”
“C’mon, P.D. We’ll just hang out a bit. Ray’s cool.”
I shrugged, “It’s just a bunch of his friends. It’s not like a real party.”
“It’ll be older women who are DTF. Not like girls our age.” Hoff had theories on women, and one was that the older they got, the more sexual they were. No science was involved in his thought processes.
“Yeah, fat chance that’s going to happen. The last thing a girl in grade twelve wants is a guy in grade ten.”
“I think we could pass.” Hoff looked at himself in the mirror and popped a bicep.
I shook my head. “That might work at your school, but my school is small enough that everyone knows each other.”
“Seriously, Davidson, you’re such an old lady tonight. Cheer the fuck up. Is this still about Kelly? Dude, you’ve got to move on. Show her what she’s missing.”
Hoff could never understand my liking one person. He had a personal goal to raise his number into the triple digits. So far, it was stuck at zero—unless you counted handies.
“It’s not about Kelly. I just don’t want to go, that’s all.” Now I wished I had called Kelly to hang out instead of Hoff, but things were a little awkward between us. I knew I’d made her uncomfortable, and I didn’t know if she’d even want to hang out anymore.
He sighed loudly. “Okay, if you won’t crash the party, at least let’s take a few brews. That way if we end up gaming at my place, it won’t be a total write-off.”
I nodded. Drinking sounded like a good idea.
We were in the kitchen sticking some beer into my pack, when these two girls came in the front door.
“Oh, hi,” the brunette one said. “We were knocking, but nobody seemed to hear us. I hope it’s okay that we came in.”
Hoff nodded vigourously. “More than okay. Would you like a beer?”
They smiled and walked over. They were cute, and I recognized both of them from school. Kayla Ford was the brunette, and Alex Fairbourne was the blonde. They were in grade twelve, like Ray and his girlfriend, Viv.
Hoff popped the caps off the bottles and handed them to the girls. He passed me one too. Then he opened his and held it up. “Cheers, ladies.”
They giggled and drank. “Do we know you?” Alex asked.
“I’m Dave Vanderhauf. I go to Handsworth. Grade twelve,” he added.
“Oh really?” Alex asked, “So I bet you know Marchesa Miller. She’s in ballet with me.”
“Sure,” Hoff lied easily. “We’re tight.”
“Gotcha,” Alex laughed. “There is no Marchesa Miller. Who are you really?”
“Still Dave Vanderhauf, but I’m in grade eleven.” The guy was relentless.
Kayla turned towards me. “I know you. You go to Seycove, right?”
I nodded. No way I was going to try to bullshit her. “I’m Phil.”
“You’re Ray’s little brother, aren’t you?”
“Yup.”
“It’s weird, you guys don’t look alike at all,” Kayla said, looking me over. Ray was fair-haired and took after our mom. I had dark hair like our dad.
“They’re both cute though,” Alex giggled. I realized they had been pre-partying somewhere and were a little drunk.
“That’s for sure,” Kayla smiled up at me. “So… Phil, I need to fix my top. I spilled something on it.” She pointed to a tiny spot on her sheer blouse. You could see her black bra right through her printed top. She had nice tits.
“Okay, I’ll show you where the washroom is.” I led the way to the powder room. Behind me, I could hear Hoff moving in on Alex. “I play triple A hockey,” he said. “Are you into hockey?” She sounded less than impressed, and I felt sure he was going to strike out.
Kayla peeked inside. “Um, this is a little small. Do you have a bigger washroom?”
She seemed to be kind of a princess. I took her upstairs, and pointed out the guest bathroom.
But it still wasn’t big enough. “Actually, could I get changed in your room?” she asked.
“Well, I guess.” My bedroom was reasonably neat. We walked down the hall, and I opened the door for her. Kayla walked in and dumped her purse on my dresser.
“Cute. So, you do a lot of sports?” She motioned to the various medals and plaques my mom had hung up in my room. Then she ran her hand over the big hockey trophy.
“Yeah. Hockey, soccer, swimming, track.” I turned to leave.
“Uh wait, Phil. One more thing,” Kayla turned her back to me. “Could you undo my necklace? It’ll wreck my top if the chain-thing gets caught.”
She lifted her hair and again I could see the thin straps of her bra through her blouse. I could see her shoulder blades and the line of her back. I reached down and felt the warm skin of her neck. I undid the clasp and pulled off the necklace. She turned, and I put it in her hand.
“Why, thank you.” Kayla was smiling again. “What a gentleman you are.”
She stepped towards me and put both her hands on my chest. Oh man, I had a feeling she was coming on to me.
“So, how old are you, exactly?”
“Sixteen,” I replied truthfully.
“Oh? So, sweet sixteen and never been kissed?”
Well no, I had been kissed—just last weekend, in fact. Then Kayla pushed her tits up against me and kissed me. When she stuck her tongue into my mouth, I started to get hard, and I pretty much forgot about everything else.