It was a beautiful, sunny day, with the temperature around 78 degrees - perfect for my combination birthday / graduation party on our patio. I turned 18 one week before graduation, so my mom and dad invited a few people to help me celebrate both. My two aunts and uncles were there, along with my four cousins, whom I really liked. My two best friends were there, as were a couple of neighbors who knew me since I was born. My dad rented a giant grill and was cooking hamburgers, hot dogs, and chicken breasts.
About a half hour after everyone was there, someone walked up behind me, wrapped their arms around my shoulders, and pulled me hard against them.
"Look at how big my boyfriend has gotten!" I heard, and a huge smile immediately crossed my face.
I turned around, and there was Ashley, looking as hot as ever. A beautiful face, blond hair that went half-way down her back, sparkling blue eyes that looked even better with subtle makeup, and a nice chest - I suppose a small C cup. She returned my smile and gave me another hug, smashing those incredible breasts against me. I started to get hard, but I didn't think she could feel it.
Ashley was six years older than I; she used to be my babysitter. I think she must have started sitting when I was eight. She was my favorite babysitter. She played games with me, she taught me - or, I suppose I should say she TRIED to teach me - how to dance, she'd play video games with me, and she'd read me stories at night after I was in bed. I remember the time I asked her if she'd be my girlfriend. She laughed and said she'd LOVE to be my girlfriend.
Ashley lived three houses away, so I'd see her all the time. Even when I was twelve and no longer needed babysitters, I'd still see her walking to or from a car. And by the time I was twelve, I knew she was gorgeous. She lived at home her first two years of college, and my friends would make fun of me - though I'm sure it was jealousy - if we saw her and she said hi to me. But I hadn't seen her in a couple of years - she had gotten a job in New York.
"ASHLEY! How nice to see you!"
"It's good to see you, too, Patrick. You look great!" she replied.
"Thanks. What brings you back home?"
"I just came back for your birthday party," she said.
I laughed loudly.
"Yeah, I'm sure this party is WAY more exciting than that dinky city you live in - what's it called? New Pork?"
Now Ashley laughed.
"Okay, MAYBE I came home to watch the dogs while my parents are out of town. But your party was almost as important."
"I wondered why your parents weren't here," I said, since my parents were close with hers and I obviously knew her parents pretty well.
"Yeah, they left to go visit my sister in Texas," she said.
We talked for a while, and then I returned to my friends.
"Holy shit, Patrick, she got even more beautiful!" one of them said.
I turned to look at her again; he was right. She really did look great. I knew what I'd be thinking about later that night when I crawled into bed.
When the party started to break up, everyone gave me a hug and wished me happy birthday again. When Ashley hugged me, she pulled me hard against her.
"Promise to stop by to chat while I'm here this week?" she asked.
"Of course!" I said excitedly.
Later that night, I thanked my parents for the party. It was a great way to celebrate turning 18 and officially being in college.
