Chapter 7 7

The Friday after New Year's, Xander heard music coming from the Turners' house. He peered out his bedroom window and saw cars parked everywhere. With all the noise he heard, it added up to a party.

His mom and Izzy had gone back to Dallas to get some stuff out of storage there that his mom wanted. His dad had informed her he wouldn't renew the storage unit's monthly lease, so she had until mid-month to clean it out.

Xander had gotten out of helping because his grandfather had started clearing the lots for the next wave of houses he planned to build. Grandpa Davidson had put Xander on log-splitting and wood-chipping duty until he returned to school.

Xander's mom and Izzy planned to catch up with friends, so they wouldn't return until the next weekend, right before school started. Xander assured his mom he'd survive a week without parental supervision. He knew he could count on his grandparents if something came up that he couldn't handle. Xander suspected numerous unannounced visits would occur.

The old man inside him wanted to call the police and file a noise complaint, but that would be social suicide since the partiers were all high schoolers. His teen self wanted to go to his first party where alcohol was being served. A beer or three might be just what he needed.

Xander threw on a sweatshirt so he wouldn't have to wear a jacket. He didn't want his coat to disappear before he went home. He'd just gotten a new one, and his mom would pitch a fit if it went missing.

Xander found the Turners' front door cracked open, so he walked in. The house was designed so that people entered on the second floor. Since the lot dropped off toward the back where the lake was, the change of elevation allowed folks to walk out of the lower level.

The lower floor held a family room-aka kids' room-and three bedrooms for the girls, while the living area, kitchen, and main bedroom for the parents were upstairs.

About fifty teens were milling around, drinking and talking loudly. He stopped one of the older boys and asked, "Where can I get a beer?"

"The keg's on the deck. Go through the kitchen."

Xander donated ten bucks for a plastic cup and poured himself a beer.

"Look who showed up," a girl said.

Xander turned and smiled. It was Kelly, Pam's BFF, along with Pippa, the youngest Turner daughter.

"Ladies. Are you having fun?"

"More now that you're here. Come dance. The older boys are ignoring us," Kelly said.

Pippa nodded her agreement, so Xander drank half his beer and followed them into the living room, where a few older girls danced in groups or with guys.

Two beers later, Xander noted Pippa and Kelly were showing the effects of their drinking. They'd started before him, imbibing a punch drink that must've had a kick, and were now all giggles and a little unsure on their feet. The two girls were all but hanging on Xander, which didn't bother him in the least.

"I need to go lie down," Pippa announced, abandoning them, enjoying the benefit of having the party at her house.

"I guess it's just us. What do you want to-" Xander got out before Kelly suddenly fastened her lips to his.

"Let's go somewhere more private," Xander said once they came up for air because they'd gained an audience.

Kelly giggled.

"You're a naughty boy. You just want to take advantage of me."

"The thought had crossed my mind."

'Where did that come from?' Xander wondered. It wasn't because he was buzzed. All the dancing had made him sweat out all the effects of the alcohol.

"Good," Kelly said, grabbed his hand, and led him downstairs.

When they reached the family room, they found a couple on the couch, making out. Knowing the layout of the house, Xander led Kelly to a hall leading to the laundry room and mechanicals, a perfect spot for some privacy. Once alone, they began to make out.

She wrapped her arms around his neck so she could kiss him, and Xander didn't resist. Their lips were like magnets as they came together. Kelly parted her lips, their tongues touched, and tingles of excitement shot through him. Xander became more aggressive and pressed his tongue into Kelly's mouth.

Xander didn't want to push his luck, so he placed his hands on Kelly's hips and didn't let them wander. Kelly, on the other hand, showed less restraint. She slid her hands under his sweatshirt and rubbed his chest and stomach, which caused a predictable problem: the front of his pants bulged. Wearing jeans a size too big kept him from tearing a hole in them.

The devil on his shoulder encouraged Xander to take advantage of the situation, while the angel was nowhere to be found-raging teen hormones had tied the angel up. If his old self hadn't slowed things down, he would've thrown Kelly against the wall and dry-humped her.

"Yesss..." echoed into the hallway, occasionally followed by, "Oh baby ... nice."

Kelly and Xander continued making out to the background of moans from the nearby room.

"Carl, no. We can't do that here."

"Don't worry; no one will come downstairs. Take your top off for me."

Kelly broke their kiss and giggled. She grabbed Xander's hand, pulled him down the hall, and they peeked around the corner. The oldest Turner sister, Connie, had pulled her shirt up and wasn't wearing a bra.

Her boyfriend, Carl King, was the starting quarterback and only a junior. He would lead the football team again next year.

As soon as her breast appeared, Carl leaned down and sucked on her nipple, which caused Connie to whimper.

Kelly gasped and covered her mouth in surprise.

Xander pressed up behind her as he wrapped his hands around her midriff and nuzzled her neck. Kelly spun around and pushed Xander back to resume making out. This time, he let his hands slide down and cup her butt as he kissed her.

It seemed Kelly had done this before. It made Xander wonder who she'd practiced on because he wanted to personally thank them as Kelly pressed herself against him and rubbed herself against his raging hard-on.

Meanwhile, it sounded like Carl knew what he was doing because Connie's moaning increased in volume. Xander tuned them out to focus on Kelly when he heard, "Suck my cock, baby."

'Suck my cock?'

Kelly and Xander stopped kissing and stared at each other. By some unspoken agreement, they crept down the hall to see what was happening. They saw Carl sprawled on his back on the couch, stark naked. Xander took in the male figure and mentally compared it to his. Carl had obviously benefited from working out and, being older, had more muscle definition.

It gave Xander an idea of what he wanted to work toward, especially if it meant a girl as attractive as Connie might want to suck his cock someday. He vowed he would never let his body go in this timeline.

Shirtless, Connie positioned herself so her head hovered over Carl's cock. Her breasts weren't large by Xander's porn standards, but they appeared firm and had zero sag to them. She grasped Carl's dick at the base to make it stand straight up so she could lick the glistening tip as Carl leaked pre-cum.

"Ever see something like this?" Kelly whispered.

"Never live, but I've watched some porn."

"Maybe you can show me sometime. My parents have locked our internet, so I can't watch stuff like that."

Xander marveled at what a good girl Kelly must be because everyone he knew had figured out how to bypass the parental settings ages ago. All you had to do was search for a how-to video, which made it dead simple.

Xander reasoned that the controls were created to give parents peace of mind rather than keep horny teen boys from having spank material to reduce stress. God only knew what would happen if teen boys were deprived of their access and ran around with constant raging hard-ons. They'd be humping everything in sight. Try explaining why little Jimmy was getting busy with a pillow when company arrived.

Xander and Kelly were mesmerized as Connie locked her lips around the head of Carl's cock and slid it into her mouth, inch by inch.

"It's so big," Kelly purred. "How can she-?"

Kelly gasped when Connie took all six inches of Carl's cock, and Xander's member throbbed at the sight of her nose pressed into Carl's pubic hair.

Xander had a 'little Jimmy' moment as he unconsciously slid his hand under Kelly's t-shirt and grasped her breast. At the same time, he pushed his bulge against her firm bottom. Watching a live sex show was much better than the internet.

Xander pushed Kelly's hair out of the way to nibble on her neck. She seemed pleased when she pressed her butt back and ground against him.

"Are all guys that big?" Kelly asked in a whisper as her hands reached back and rubbed the sides of Xander's butt.

Connie's head was bobbing up and down Carl's wet shaft.

"They come in all shapes and sizes," Xander replied in kind. "I would guess Carl is average."

Xander froze when Kelly slid her hands between them to find his cock. She used both her hands to grasp his length, causing him to suck in his breath. She turned to give him a wicked smile over her shoulder.

"You've been hiding this. Wait until I tell the girls that Xander Thornwood has a bigger one than Carl King."

"Do you want me to tell the guys what great tits you have?" Xander asked.

Kelly giggled. He took that as a 'yes.' The least they could do was promote each other to their classmates.

"Fuck, yeah!" Carl groaned as he grabbed Connie's head to force his cock further into her mouth.

Connie gagged as Carl pumped his baby-makers into her throat. When he finished cumming, Carl slumped back with his eyes closed.

"Carl ... Carl!" Connie said, shaking his shoulder. "Motherfucker! Did you just pass out and leave me hanging?!"

Xander and Kelly tried to hold it in, but couldn't help laughing.

"Who's there?" Connie demanded.

Kelly slipped behind Xander to hide.

"Sorry. We didn't mean to watch," Xander said as he entered the room. He heard a door close behind him, which meant Kelly wouldn't face Connie. He figured Kelly could leave through a back door if she wanted to make good her escape.

"Who were you with?"

Xander looked back and shrugged.

"If I had to guess, my mystery girl just made a run for it so she doesn't have to face your wrath," Xander said. "Do you need help with him?"

"I want to kick his ass," Connie said without covering up.

Xander smiled.

"Do you have a magic marker? We can draw on him and take a picture to remember the night."

"Who are you?" Connie asked as she slipped on her shirt.

"I'm your neighbor, Xander Thornwood."

"Let me go get the markers," Connie said.

Welp, Carl would regret his lack of performance.

Connie was an artist. She first drew a set of boobs on Carl and then had Xander roll her boyfriend over. Next, she drew a sign on his back that said 'glory hole' with an arrow pointing down and used some Vaseline to lube his ass. Then Connie opened a packet of mayo-the sort you got at a drive-through-to make it look like something unthinkable had occurred.

Xander worried Connie might be going too far when she grabbed a candle. She shoved it between Carl's butt cheeks to make it even worse. Xander wanted to believe she hadn't violated him. If this had happened to Xander, his first thought would have gone into the gutter. He was sure his brain would convince him he'd been despoiled.

Xander had two reactions: first, remember to never, ever piss Connie off. The second was that he wanted to be her new best friend. Anyone this talented and evil was someone he wanted in his life.

She applied the finishing touch when she lit the candle.

Once she'd gotten her Kodak moment and removed the candle, Connie looked at Xander and said, "Help me get this dumbass home. His parents will kill him if he spends the night."

That was when he knew she hadn't entirely gone to the dark side. She cared enough to keep Carl from getting reamed by the parental units.

Connie put Xander in charge of sitting Carl up so she could put his shirt on him. They skipped his underwear, stuffing them into his front pocket, and Connie simply slid his jeans back into place. Then Xander had to carry Carl to his car. It was true what they said about dead weight; Xander was breathing hard by the time he got Carl in the back seat of his car.

"I'll drive," Xander said because Connie seemed to be feeling the effects of the party.

Connie didn't even think about it and tossed him the keys. Fortunately, it was like riding a bike: you never forgot how to drive. They were silent during the trip to Carl's house.

"How should we do this?" Xander asked as he parked in the driveway.

"If it were anyone else, I would just lean him against the front door, ring the doorbell, and let his parents deal with his drunk ass. We need to drag him to his room and dump him in bed."

"Won't his parents hear us and come investigate?"

"If they do, let me handle it," Connie said.

Xander struggled to get Carl out of the back seat. After he was out of the car, Xander was able to hoist him over his shoulder and carry Carl to the front door.

"Keys," Connie said as she held out her hand.

"They're in my front pocket."

She gave him the evil eye but relented, pushed her hand into his pocket, and found the keys. Connie flipped through them until she had the house key and used it to open the front door. She led the way to Carl's bedroom, where Xander dumped drunkie onto his unmade twin-size bed.

Xander took a moment to look around. Carl's room was a mess, reminding Xander of his room before he returned and cleaned up his act. Carl's dresser was covered in athletic trophies, and his walls had pictures of muscle cars.

"Let's go," Connie said and led him out of the house.

After they locked up, she tossed him Carl's keys.

"I'll bring it back tomorrow," Connie said.

Xander started the car and then turned to back it up since the reverse camera didn't seem to be working. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done this without one-in the future, cars would have the ability to self-drive to simplify this. So Xander was concentrating on what he was doing when her hand touched his upper thigh and slid onto his package.

Xander hit the brakes and looked down.

"You've been such a good boy so far tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to help a girl out," Connie said.

"If it involves my dick and you touching it, count me in."

Connie started to undo his pants, but then stopped.

"Drive," she ordered.

He'd backed out of the driveway and onto the main road. He put the car into gear as she freed his dick from its confinement.

"This will do nicely," Connie said to herself as she pushed his foreskin off the tip of his dick to expose the head.

A moment later, Xander almost wrecked as Connie leaned down and blew him.

This was a completely new experience for him. He was obviously a virgin in this timeline, but in his past one, he'd never had a girl undo his pants and go straight to sucking his cock. Xander also decided to write a strongly worded letter to the pocket pussy people because this felt ten times better. They must have sold him a defective device.

"If you're going to do that, I need to pull over," Xander hissed, not wanting to get them killed.

"Boys are all the same: they can't seem to multitask," Connie wisecracked.

"When a man is having his dick expertly sucked, it's rude not to give that all his attention."

"I'll be good while you drive," Connie promised.

That didn't mean she let go of her new favorite chew toy.

Xander managed to get them back to her house in one piece. Once he parked the car, Connie filled her mouth with his man meat.

Xander rolled his window down so the cloudless night's cold air would clear his head, providing some much-needed perspective. He was with one half of West Fork High School's power couple. If word got out that Connie had sucked his cock while Carl was passed out, Xander would be lynched.

The crucial fact that made him hesitant to stop a fantastic blowjob was that he knew Connie had more to lose than he did. There was no way she would tell anyone this had happened. Thankfully, his older self would prevent teen Xander from bragging about his conquest.

Teen Xander was currently a drooling mess as he tried to wrap his feeble mind around the fact that a high school junior had her lips wrapped around his shaft.

He whispered her name as she dragged her tongue down his member's length. Xander rested his shoulder against the car door. She looked up, watching the pleasure on his face as she took him into her mouth, her tongue caressing the smooth flesh. Connie continued to tease and suck on him.

His reaction must have emboldened her as she took the tip into her mouth again. Xander almost jerked off the front seat as Connie's tongue caressed a sensitive spot around the crown of his dick.

"That's even better," he rumbled.

She pulled off for a moment to smile at him.

"I finally found the perfect dick to practice on," Connie said.

"Anything you need."

She clearly didn't yet have the experience to be a world-class cocksucker, but her enthusiasm made up for it. He wasn't about to complain because what she was doing felt great. He could tell she wanted him to lose control.

Xander reached down to stroke her hair. His youth didn't take much longer to catch up with him. As Xander came apart, he thrust his hips up, pushing his manhood as deep as it would go. Unlike when she blew Carl, Connie couldn't get the last couple of inches into her mouth. Xander trembled wildly as she used her hand to pump his shaft to get every last drop out of him.

Xander was spaced out after such a life-changing cum. He remembered the first time in his past life, and it hadn't been nearly as good.

Suddenly, Connie kissed him. It took him a moment to realize he'd never tasted his own cum before. She pushed her tongue and his spend into Xander's mouth and segued into aggressively making out with him.

His inexperienced self was squicked out, but his more mature self realized that he'd just shot his load into Connie's mouth without even asking permission. He was being forced to share and savor his own salty leavings with her.

She pulled back to see how he would react.

Xander grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into another deep French kiss.

Once they pulled apart, Xander said, "I probably deserved that."

Connie looked at him curiously.

"You're different."

"In what way?" Xander asked.

Connie ignored his question and asked, "Are you willing to go down on me?"

"I'd love to, but I have to warn you, I've never done it before. You'd have to tell me how you want it," Xander said.

"Like I said, you're different," she said, and when Xander frowned, Connie added, "In the best possible way."

"Was that kiss some kind of test?" Xander asked.

Connie shook her head.

"Honestly, it was payback for not warning me and giving me the choice of where I wanted you to cum."

"Sorry. It all happened so fast, and I was lost in the moment. I'll try to do better next time," Xander said, praying there would be a 'next time.'

Connie chuckled.

"This will probably never happen again. I'm with Carl and don't want to mess that up. You caught me when he'd pissed me off by acting like a selfish pig, and you helped me take his drunk ass home. Consider that a onetime thank you."

"To be clear, I understand and would never do anything to hurt your relationship with Carl. I was happy to help and didn't expect you to do anything in return. Your doing that with me means a lot. I hope we can become friends because a teen guy like myself may need to ask someone a bit older for advice.

"On top of that, I think you're special-not 'special ed' special, but someone I think I can trust. Someone who knows what girls think and can translate their craziness for me," Xander said.

"How old are you?" Connie asked suspiciously.

"Age is just a number..." Xander replied, launching into some bullshit spin attempt.

Connie gave him a look that he clearly could decipher, so he came clean.

"Fourteen. Pippa's in my class."

"F-me! I just sucked off a middle schooler?!"

"On the positive side, you certainly did an outstanding job of it. If I could give you a review, it would be five stars. If you're ever looking for more middle schoolers to do that with, I can provide a list," Xander said.

'FUCK! She's crushing my balls!'

"Sorry ... sorry," Xander managed to gasp.

That was another valuable lesson: don't act like a smartass when your balls are exposed. It was the hard lessons that he learned the best.

Connie released her grip.

"For only being a middle schooler, you amuse me. I'll give you my number so you can ask your questions. Just don't abuse the privilege."

"Not to be too forward, but if you ever are in need, I am very discreet," Xander said as he slapped his palm over his family jewels.

"I wouldn't hold my breath, if you know what I mean," Connie said.

"Fair enough. I just don't want you to think, just because I'm young, that I'm not interested in being of assistance."

"I'm fully aware of what you want to do with me," Connie said.

"Like right now ... if you're on edge..."

"Get out of the car and go home," Connie ordered.

"Just saying," Xander said with a wink, which earned him a slap on the arm.

He returned his junk to where it belonged and got out of the car. He bit his bottom lip because Connie would be at his door the next morning: Xander had Carl's keys.

Xander had to use his pocket pussy three times before his dick finally settled down enough for him to get to sleep.

The following day, Xander was in the shower when the curtain was flung open. His mom was an old movie aficionado, and this reminded him of the shower scene in Psycho. He squealed like Izzy when she found a bug in her room and crashed into the wall, trying to protect himself from a plunging knife.

"Big baby," Connie said.

"Bite me. I'm here all alone, and some crazy person ripped the shower curtain open. What should I have done?" Xander asked indignantly.

"When it's a gorgeous woman, you invite her to join you," Connie teased.

"If I thought there was a hope in hell, I would," Xander said.

Connie raised one eyebrow as she checked his body out. She might have murmured, 'Nice butt,' but he wasn't sure.

"I know you're just baiting me, but since I'm only fourteen, I'll throw caution to the wind. Care to join me?" Xander asked.

"I'm here because I need Carl's keys, and you didn't answer the door."

"Right," Xander said and turned off the shower, stepped out, and grabbed his towel.

He quickly dried off and walked naked back to his room. If Connie wanted to be a perv, he wasn't about to disappoint her.

Xander was halfway back to his room when a random thought popped into his mind: why was he walking naked? At that age, in his previous go-around, his teen self had been body shy and would've never walked brazenly naked in front of Connie. Then it hit him.

His older self had been in and out of the hospital. After a hospital stay, all worries about what others thought about your body flew out the window. Doctors and nurses constantly saw you at your worst. After a while, he'd just blocked it out.

"Are you some kind of nudist?" Connie asked.

"Remember? Fourteen-year-old boy, all alone in a big house with no supervision. How else should I be dressed?"

"I see what you mean. Maybe I should start doing that," Connie said.

"No one's stopping you," Xander quipped.

"Kids these days," Connie said.

"Please. You're just jealous you didn't think of it."

"So, you plan to be naked the whole time your mom and sister are gone?" Connie asked.

"Why not? Feel free to stop by if you want a show," Xander teased.

"If you wouldn't mind putting on a pair of shorts, that would be great."

"Anything you want," Xander said, making sure to bend at the waist and wiggle his butt at Connie as he stepped into a pair of shorts by his bed. "Happy?"

She glanced at the bulge caused by the erection that had popped up and rolled her eyes as she held out her hand.

"Keys."

He found them and handed them to her. As Connie turned to leave, Xander called after her, "I'll be naked all week."

She didn't look back as she flipped him off.

'So there's a chance,' Xander thought.