Life on Eden Trails (Part V) - Sex Stories

Life on Eden Trails (Part V)

Life on Eden Trails was an adventure. Tom and Betty, my neighbors, decided to go on a vacation, but Eve, their teenage daughter had a new job and couldn’t get off from work. “Can you please keep an eye on things for us?” Tom asked me, shortly after telling me about the weekend trip he and Betty would be making. “Eve is a good kid,” Tom remarked. “But she has a few wild friends.” He wasn't telling me anything I didn’t already know. I watched as Tom and Betty left in their rental car. A few minutes later, and Eve was knocking on my front door. “I am having a party tonight,” Eve remarked, “Do you want to come over?” I told Eve I had been asked by her dad to keep an eye on things, and that having a party might not be a good idea. “Oh, it’s a private thing and I will make sure it stays low key,” Eve responded. For some reason, I didn’t believe her. The cars started arriving about seven. Beth, my wife, had abandoned me for her friends. I was left to chaperon a party of teenagers all by myself. I watched as groups of two and three arrived at the Tompkins' house. By eight o’clock, I could hear the music blaring from next door. I sauntered across the yard, just as a half-naked teen age boy slipped out the front door. “Hey dude,” I called out, “Where is your shirt?” The teenage ignored me and slipped off to the shadowy side of the house, where I am sure he relieved himself. I stepped inside the party house and saw three teenage girls sitting on the couch, each with their cell phones ...

... in hand. Beer cans littered the room. No one paid any attention to me as I walked in. Stepping into the kitchen, I found a young man, and a young lady, making out, the girl sitting on the kitchen counter, the guy positioned between her spread legs, and nibbling on her neck as she giggled. He had one hand up under her t-shirt, obviously making a play for her breasts. I cleared my throat and he removed his hand from under her shirt. Neither said word. “Where is Eve?” I asked. Again, no one answered. I found Eve sitting on the back porch, talking with her cheerleader friend, Ellen. A third girl, a young Latina, was sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of Ellen and Eve. “Hi, I’m Rosie,” she beamed upon seeing me in the doorway. Eve and Ellen turned and smiled. “It’s about time you joined us,” Eve remarked. “I only came over,” I replied, “To check on things and ask you to turn down the music so the cops don’t end up over here.” Eve shook her head to acknowledge what I had just told her. Rosie started to stand up and I could clearly tell she was a bit intoxicated, as she staggered as she stood up. I had to more or less catch her, as she fell forward, pressing up against me. She looked at me and remarked, “Thanks, where did you come from?” “I live next door,” I replied. “Oh cool,” Rosie remarked, “You’re the guy with the pool!” I acknowledged being the neighbor with the pool. “Can I see it?” Rosie asked. I looked at Eve. “You’re on your own,” Eve commented. Rosie looped an arm ...