Nathan was gone for the summer. He had taken a job as a camp counselor and would not be back until late August. Not that I would miss him, but I would sure as fuck miss hanging with his friends. Let me explain. My mother was gone and Dad traveled a lot for work, which made Nathan responsible for me. Not wanting to stay home, he took me everywhere. That meant I got to ride around with Nathan and his friends. I learned to drink beer and occasionally smoke some weed. Once in a great while, I acted as a lookout while Nathan and his friends "hooked up" with girls they picked up. They were in college and I was sixteen. Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Not quite. I kissed a few frogs. It felt so cool to be doing shit with college men with easy access to beer, cars, and weed.
Then suddenly Nathan was gone. The prospect of an entire summer doing ordinary stuff scared the shit out of me. Dad said I was old enough to stay home by myself but that was the last place I wanted to be. After a week of hanging out by myself, watching Netflix and surfing porn, I was ready to get my old life back. I didn't have a boyfriend; I only had Nathan's friends. So I texted Josh and told him I was bored. He was apparently having a mind-numbing day because he came by almost immediately. We talked for a while and I finally told him I missed hanging out with him and the guys. Josh said he would talk to them and see.
A couple a days later, I got a text from Josh. He said they were going to hang out that night and they would be by at seven to pick me up. I was about to lose my shit I was so excited. When they pulled up that evening, I literally ran out and jumped in the back seat of the car. Josh was in the back with Lucas driving and Ben was riding shotgun. They had a carton of beer and I immediately took a long pull. We rode around for an hour or so. By that time, I was about three beers in. Lucas announced that they needed gas. The guys started pooling their money. They looked at me. I shook my head. I had nothing. After getting gas, we rode around until the beer was gone. It was late and the guys had to work the next day, so they took me home. Before I got out, Ben said he needed money for the beer for tomorrow. They all chipped in. Again, I had nothing.
The next night they picked me up again. This time we were headed for a party at the lake. This was one of my favorite things, hanging with all the college guys and feeling grown-up. We had a couple of hours to kill, so we drove around. This time after I got a few beers in, Josh moved over and sat close to me, so close our thighs were touching. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. Josh asked if I had any money for gas or beer. I shook my head. He said that after they dropped me off, they had talked. They did not mind me hanging out with them but if I could not share the cost of hanging out, I would have to produce something else of value. Then Josh kissed me.
"Think it over."
Then he moved away. My mind raced. I knew that they all wanted something physical from me. My experience was limited. I had kissed a few boys and had my ass (what there was of it) cupped and pinched a few times. I was a very late bloomer and still a girl in most respects. However, over the spring, I had finally begun to develop. Really develop is not the right word; I exploded. In the space of a few months, I had gone from nubs to D cups. The boys at school noticed. Hell, Nathan's friends had noticed as had about everyone with a dick. Up until now, I had been embarrassed. Now I was faced with the prospect of going home or producing something of "value." Somehow, I knew that that "value" had to do with my boobs.
