As the young men came back to the van to collect their equipment and Mollie led Timothy towards the front door, the man was joined by a tall, blonde woman in her late thirties or early forties who he recognised as Janice, his mum’s work friend.

“Well hello darling!” she greeted him as if he were a beloved nephew, not meat she had purchased for her daughter’s party. “My, my!” she chuckled, looking him up and down, “Your mum wasn’t kidding when she said how grown up you were!” Timothy gave a polite, if slightly sheepish smile. “Why don’t you go through?” she invited with a hand on his shoulder as if he were simply another party guest. “The girls are all out the back. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see you!” With a polite smile to the parents, Mollie led her young charge through the house, following the sounds of splashing and laughter through the open-plan living room and out through a set of French windows into the garden.

There was a large patio on which a table of drinks was set up and on which the boys had started to set up the cooking equipment. Beyond this was a sizeable, well-kept lawn with a shed and greenhouse tucked away in the corner. The garden was fenced all around, providing a good level of privacy from the prying eyes of the neighbours and a row of trees at the end provided further shielding. Besides the lawn, the garden was dominated by a pool, a similar size to the one at Timothy’s school. Nowhere near full-size but a real luxury in a suburban garden! It had a red terracotta pavement all around, a ladder at one end and a slide and diving board at the other.

It was not the pool itself, not the beautifully kept lawn which commanded Timothy’s full attention, however, but the people currently enjoying it! In fact, he had to wonder for a moment if the Permahard was more toxic than he realised and died on the journey and was now in Heaven! Indeed, the chemical that had been injected into him seemed utterly superfluous as he was certain the sight that greeted him would have caused an instant, throbbing erection that even death would not be able to soften.

Chasing each other around the green lush, green lawn in the sexiest game of Tag he had ever seen were seven girls ranging in age from twelve or thirteen up to fifteen or sixteen, stark naked except for the boots and hats that some of them wore, although others had abandoned these. Timothy watched, mesmerised, as the perky teen breasts of various shapes and sizes but all beautifully firm bounced around as the giggling girls chased after each other, dodging and zigzagging around the lawn. He did not recognise Megan among them but then he turned his attention to the other eight guests who were all enjoying the pool, leaping around, splashing each other and giggling like water nymphs in a Pre-Raphaelite painting. Beside the pool was a pile of boots and hats and Timothy noticed that the girls on the lawn who were not wearing theirs all had wet hair as if they had just climbed out of the pool to join in the game.

“Megan, dear?” Janice called from behind Timothy, following them out onto the patio. “Your special guest is here! Do come and say hello, there’s a good girl!” Timothy experienced the next few seconds in slow motion as a stunningly beautiful blonde girl lifted herself up out of the pool, her impressively large boobs bouncing and she launched herself up out of the water like a dolphin then turned herself around to sit on the edge of the pool, drawing her shapely legs up, her pale skin glistening as droplets of water trickled down and pooled around her, darkening the terracotta tiles. As the girl stood up, Mollie playfully reached over and put a finger under Timothy’s chin, pushing it up to close his mouth. Megan stood beside the pool in the sunlight, squeezing some of the water out of her long, blonde hair then walked towards them with a smile.

“Hey there!” she grinned as she got closer. “You must be Timothy?” She flashed his a dazzling smile while he struggled to maintain eye-contact, keeping his eyes from wandering down to her spectacular body. “You’re even tastier in person than you looked in the photographs!” she grinned. “I’m Megan. Oh!” she giggled, holding out her hand for him to shake then realised that this would not be possible and instead leaned in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Oh come on!” her mum exclaimed from behind Timothy. Megan looked at her quizzically. “Are you his Grandma or something?” Janice chuckled. “Give the boy a proper kiss!”

“Oh!” Megan giggled then, eyes sparkling, moistened her lips with her tongue and pulled Timothy towards her with her hands on his face to begin with then, as their tongues entwined, put one hand on the back of his head and the other on his rump, crushing his own naked body to hers so that he felt her big, round boobs squashed against his own chest. “Better?” she giggled as she let him go, Timothy feeling as if his chemically-engorged boyhood, plugged with the skewer, was about to explode. A small amount of bloody semen leaked out around the metal spike which Mollie discretely wiped away with a wet-wipe from the packet she carried in her pocket for such occasions.

“Oh are you Mollie?” Megan turned to the older girl with a friendly smile. “I think we talked on the phone and I’m going to come see you in the few days to go through some stuff for the party?”

“That’s right!” the red-head grinned. “I’m going to be in charge of roasting you too! Having a fun party so far?” Timothy turned and saw that the young men had finished bringing the equipment through from the van and were now starting to set up the spit with its trough of coals beneath it along with the folding spitting bench that he would be becoming very well acquainted with in a few minutes times.

“I know you’ll do a great job!” Megan gushed, sounding genuinely excited about her own impending cooking. “I know my parents and their friends can hardly wait for a taste of me!” She giggled. “Oh, by the way, I know this might not be something you’re up for but one of my friends couldn’t make it today and she’d already got a hat and boots so she sent them over with her sister in case you’d like to… I mean,” she smiled, “I’m pretty sure you’re about the same size and, well, it could be fun if you…?” She tailed off, not quite sure how to ask what she had in mind.


To be continued...