3 the ADOLESCENT years
Time passed, and as I grew into puberty, I’d completely forgotten about Bess. I was a model student which pleased my mom. My father as usual was absent. I hardly saw him. He was always jet setting and filming for his network. The best I got was a phone call where he would give me some sort of man-to-man pep talk telling me he was pleased that I was excelling in my classes, and he hoped I’d join his business one day and take over the reins of his empire. To be honest I couldn’t think of anything fucking worse.
It was my thirteenth birthday, and I was having a pool party. Mom said that I wasn’t allowed to be left to my own devices just yet, so she invited all of the parents as well as the kids from my class at Wisteria High. Also, there were some of my mother’s little fans who were devoted to her and her website, clinging onto her every word like she was the next messiah. In truth, the party was more for her than me.
Florian had made some pulled pork sandwiches and platters of delicious entrees and paella, all healthy of course to appease mom’s acolytes. He had set up a table in the conservatory next to an ice sculpture that my motherhad commissioned of Venus. I wrinkled my nose and swiped a sandwich. She did love to show off. Florian was a kindly man, good looking with silky, black, perfectly coiffed hair, strong, intense features and big, expressive, brown eyes.
“I’ve made some of your favorite chocolate cake,” he said, arranging some cutlery, “come to the kitchen later when your mom isn’t watching.” I grinned and nodded. He too thought I shouldn’t be on a starvation diet and often sneaked me some of his delicious French delicacies, even as a midnight snack sometimes.
The pool area looked very chic with bamboo furniture set up at various intervals and sunbeds so the partygoers could relax after a swim. I could hear the piercing, excited screams of my classmates as they bounced an oversized bright yellow beachball between themselves, none of them really caring about why they were at our house. They just enjoyed the opulence. I wasn’t even in my swim shorts. I wore a pair of loose cream pants and a white cotton shirt, all Armani. The one thing I did like about having money was the ability to be able to dress well, one of the few pieces of advice given to me by my father that I’d actually taken on board. I liked looking good and judging by the attention from the girls in my class, and some of their mothers, I knew that I’d never be stuck for female company. Though whether I wanted it was another matter entirely.
I went and sat on the lawn near the tennis courts, away from the party. I liked the quiet. Sometimes the pressure of being an elite member of society andhaving to please my mother took its toll.
“How come you’re missing your own party?” a girl’s voice said. I looked around and saw that it was Briar Hartley. She was the prettiest girl in my class. Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean. She was wearing a pretty red dress, and I couldn’t help but notice how big her boobs had gotten. I knew that a lot of the kids were scared of her. She was mean. One time, she put itching powder in Ronald McGarvey’s underwear whilst he was at swim practice, just for laughs. Ron was a geek, who was mighty unfortunate in the looks department, with an overbite and ears that were far too big for his head, but he was an amazing swimmer. Briar, however, didn’t think he was fit to breathe the same air as her and delighted in ridiculing him at every chance she got.
“This party is dull,” I replied, smiling, “especially since all the adults are here too.”
“Right!” she laughed, coming to sit next to me. I could smell her perfume, floral and light like petals on the breeze.
“Fancy a game?” I said, nodding at the courts.
“Oh, are you ready to be thrashed?” she said, standing up and brushing the blades of grass off of her dress.
“Is that a challenge?!” I countered.
“Definitely! Winner gets to kiss the loser!” she said,winking at me.
We made our way to the small equipment shed next to the courts. Inside, there were various rackets hung on the wall, as well as a bucket full of balls and a mini fridge that was, I noticed happily, fully stocked with soda, beer and mini bottles of fizz. Briar selected a racket and pulled out a couple of balls. Man she was hot. I could feel a stirring in between my legs. I was still a virgin, but I did masturbate regularly looking at mom’s Victoria’s Secret catalogue. I wonder what it would be like to actually touch a girl’s pussy. She saw that I was looking at her and grinned. Her nipples were hard, looking so enticing and that made me even more aroused because I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Come on quit stalling! Let’s play!” she commanded, and we decided to play three sets. The best of three was the winner.
She was a good player with great form, and I guessed her parents must have given her tennis lessons, but I was more interested in watching her bend to pick up the ball, her skirt rising up, so it grazed the bottom of her butt cheeks. When she ran her titties bounced and though I tried to keep my mind on the game, my cock had other ideas. We were both sweating and breathless as the last set came around, the sun now at its apex, beating down on the court. I purposely blundered the final match, letting Briar win, being the gentleman that I was. My cock was rock hard at this point, and I was glad that I was wearing loosetrousers.
Coyly, Briar led me back to the equipment shed and grabbed a soda, taking a long drink while I waited with bated breath.
“It’s time I claimed my prize,” she whispered, coming closer to me. She put her hand on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and supple, and her tongue probed my mouth, trying to entwine with mine. I pulled her to me, feeling her titties pressing against my chest. I wanted to go further, so I moved my hand down her sexy body and began to snake up her skirt. She gasped as I touched her pussy over the top of her underwear.
“Do you want me stop?” I asked and she shook her head languidly, pulling her panties to the side so I could feel her wetness. She was warm and sticky, and I felt weak with desire. We kissed again, more passionately this time and she feverishly began to undo my pants. But then my fucking mother’s voice broke the mood.
“Caspian! Where are you? Come on we want to cut the cake!” Flustered, I let Briar compose herself and poked my head out of the shed.
“Coming mom! I’ve just been playing tennis!” I called.
“Well hurry up! Do you know how embarrassing it is that you’re absent at your own party?!” she scolded. I rolled my eyes and went back into the shed. The moment had passed now though, and Briar smiled at me awkwardly.
“I guess we’d better get back,” she said, brushingpast me and walking back to the party, “thanks for the game.”
“Maybe we can play again some time,” I replied, and she turned and looked at me, biting her lower lip.
“I’d like that.”
If I was gonna lose my virginity, you bet your bottom dollar it was gonna be to the prettiest girl in school.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar refrain, a melody I’d not heard since I was a child. Puzzled I followed the tune to the brush at the edge of our garden where an old tree had been felled and its remains had been left to rot. The tune sounded like it was coming from beneath the soil, so I crouched and began to dig with my hands, not caring about getting dirty. The music became louder the more I burrowed and eventually, I felt like it was going to burst my ear drums. I noticed a little red bootie poking out through the crumbling earth. I pulled at the little porcelain ankle, and she emerged, covered in mud. Bess. I began to cry, though I didn’t know why. I held the little doll to my chest and began to hum.
“Caspian!!” I heard in the distance. Argh. Mother. I tucked Bess away in the equipment shed.
“I’ll come back for you,” I said, feeling dumb for talking to a doll and trying to remember if what had happened in the past had actually been real. I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present and went to blow outmy candles.
