Oy, surfs up guys. Steven said this as his way of introduction. Hardly any of them looked. Except Glenda that is. The weeds were doing their best to impress a few of the girls, and they didnt let the presence of Steven and Hardy bother them for a second.
Brad Hardy was one guy Steven had time for. His parents were rich, he had an elder brother that played in a band and best of all, he had an elder sister who took an interest in Steven whenever he went over to visit. She had left school about two years ago and was either 19 or 20 when Steven first met her. Brad introduced him as Stag and Steven then spent a very fruitful five minutes explaining his name to her. He managed to progress onto english, and then social studies when he found out she was doing political science and law at uni. All in all, after being initially greeted as just a young friend of her little brother, she now found herself taken in by this somewhat precocious little man. He had a charisma that she could not firstly identify, and then realized afterwards that he portrayed himself as a boy when his mind and his eyes were that of a man.
Sarah Hardy, as most young woman her age did, wore short skirts almost exclusively during summer. And this first time that Steven met her she had little else on either except a bikini top. She stepped upstairs after saying nice to meet you Steven (very, very few, if any girls Steven met, liked to call him Stag) well catch up sometime and talk about federation.
Anytime Steven told her as he watched her disappear upstairs, disappointed that she was going but elated at getting a glimpse up her skirt even if only to see that she was wearing bikini pants underneath and not knickers.
One afternoon, Steven and Brad were playing pool in the back rumpus room, while Sarah was sunning herself in the backyard, lying face down with her bikini top undone. Steven had seen better bottoms but the view wasnt bad all the same; very few boys his age would see her as being anything other than an attractive and extremely desirable older woman. Steven bided his time, losing more often than winning against Brad as his mind was on something else. Steven knew she would have to turn over sooner or later and he wasnt going to miss it.
About the fourth or fifth game, the phone began to ring. Brad started for it (the phone was in the kitchen) and Sarah turned her head, heard Brad saying Ill get it and then rolled over onto her left side to face the house and Steven; without making any attempt to do her top up or cover herself in any way. As she propped herself up onto her left elbow, she looked directly at Steven.
Like em little man? I know youve been watching me.
He stood there almost awestruck but answered immediately with his usual aplomb.
Yeah, not bad at all as if he seen hundreds of them.
She must have sensed the pitch of his voice was slightly higher than normal, the giveaway that he wasnt as composed as he was trying to portray, so she reached up with her left hand and started rolling her right nipple (both of which were already erect Steven had noticed) between her thumb and forefinger.
Its Mum for you Sarah, Brad called from the kitchen as he headed back to the games room.
She pouted exaggeratingly at Steven and reached for her top. She sat up and turned just as Brad reentered the games room.
Sarah? he called again
Im coming she shouted.
Steven couldnt help but think that he would like to help her do just that.
Shes going the other way he told Brad as he came up beside him. Steven watched her rump disappear out of sight through the sliding door into the dining room. Brad was more intent on seeing where the game stood to take any interest in what his sister was up to, but he did give Steven a sideways look as he remained standing at the doorway.
You perving on Sarah? he said.
She has nice tits was Stevens reply.
You should come over on some Fridays or Saturday nights when she brings a guy home said Brad, and Steven looked at him in a new light.
You sly perv, checking out you your own sister. How?
Youll see, Ill give you a call the next time.
Brad liked Steven and was only too eager to share everything with him. He didnt have many friends, and even though Steven used him as much as everybody else because his family was well off, he didnt mind because at least Steven was blasé about it. Brad could handle that, at least Steven didnt directly ask for anything from him as other so called friends had done in the past.
Brad and Steven now stood in front of the girls, most of whom were perched on the church fence. Glenda was still eyeing off Steven and he realized quickly that what set her apart was her apparent maturity compared to the girls around her.
Hows the dance goin? Steven asked, walking directly up to stand in front of her.
Sokay. Hey, youve been drinking! Got any more?
Her enthusiasm to share something from him made Steven smile he thought he knew how to get somewhere with her now.
No, but lets go down and get some?
He invited her with an exaggerated flourish, holding out his arm as an open gesture for her to lead off. Steven glanced behind and saw Brad standing back, uncomfortable in the presence of girls but warmed by the alcohol in his belly.
So, lead off Stag she said.
She dropped her legs off the wall and looped her arm through the crook of his elbow pulling him slightly off balance. He fell a bit further against her than he would have normally, probably because of the alcohol but mainly because she had addressed him as Stag.
My, you are a forward young thing Steven told her.
They fell into step, her arm rested comfortably in his, their shoulders touching and their hips brushing against each other as they walked.
Hey, Glenda where ya goin?
Glenda looked back over her shoulder, stopped and turned around, swiveling Steven around with her.
Cmon Cass she yelled back and noticed Brad for the first time. What dya want?
Hes with me, ok. Steven replied instead. He made it a statement not a question as he knew he needed Brad to buy the booze. Cassie is it? said Steven, this is Brad, Im Steven.
They were both ignored as she rocketed past Brad, and up to Glenda, where she stood on her toes and whispered something in her ear. Steven then realized that Glenda was the same height as he was, or close enough to it, and that was something he hadnt noticed before.
Oh cmon Cass, its okay. Do you listen to everything your mother tells you?
Cassie evidently didnt, because she mulled it over for at least half a second before grabbing Glendas other arm.
Ok, lets go then, you too she said back over her shoulder to Brad.
Steven shot Brad a youre in like Flynn look, and Brad needed no more encouragement to step forward and catch them up. The alcohol in him made him braver than ever and he grabbed Cassie by the trailing arm so that they were all walking down the street arm in arm. Only Cassie looked uncomfortable, but Steven knew a couple of quick shots of Blackberry Nip would relax her. They shared another bottle (an obliging passerby having agreed to buy it for Glenda for her Mum to cook with) in the park beside the river, laughing and carrying on, mucking around climbing the monkeys bars, and taking turns to push each other on the swings. Steven managed to avoid most of the drink, but made sure the girls got more than their fair share.