With all sorts of food and games, along with several bands playing, it turns into a huge event. It is the last big party of the summer prior to Labor Day, and everyone comes out in full force. The town even blocks off the roads that travel through the down town area and the streets are lined with people.

My friend Bob uses this weekend event to throw a big bash at his house. We had played ball in high school together, and we have remained very close over the years. As we both hit our 30's, we began going to the gym together, working hard on maintaining our fading physique's. He and his wife Ellen go to great lengths to make the party at his house a big success, and every year there are more and more people there.

They have a decent size backyard, and they set up a keg and a gas grill, along with an assortment of chairs and tables. The people at the party range from their family members, to their friends and neighbors and other local people. The ages run the gamut from infants to grandparents, with the median falling somewhere between 25 and 35. Bob's two brothers usually come with an assortment of their friends, one bringing the college crew and the younger brother supplying the party with high school kids.

I arrived around lunchtime and helped him set things up and get organized. We sat down and began working on the first keg, enjoying the great weather and the magic sounds of Creedence Clearwater Revival on his stereo. As more and more people started to show up, Bob and I became more and more drunk, and we were soon lifting the empty keg out of the cooler of ice, and replacing it with another one. The party was just hitting a good stride when Bob's younger brother Jeff arrived with some friends.

I was filling my cup when a young girl who had come with Jeff came over for a beer. As I was filling her cup she mentioned that she liked the signet ring that I wore on my right hand. It was a gift from my parents, and it is a plain gold ring with my initials on it. Although I am not a big fan of guys wearing jewelry, I did like the ring, and I thanked her for the compliment. Our eyes met for a brief instant as I handed her the beer, and something clicked between us immediately.

Her name was Nicole, and she had this comfortable air around her that connected perfectly with my personality and present state. She was not what you would call a beautiful girl, but she was irresistible in a wholesome sort of a way. Standing at medium height, she had soft brown hair that hung straight down to her shoulders, tinged with natural blonde streaks. Her skin looked very soft and was tinted by a natural tan that seemed to make her radiate.

With bright blue eyes, her face seemed to be locked in a perpetual smile, and I found myself completely hooked on this high school student as I handed her the beer. Her hand lingered against mine on the cup, and it was apparent that something was going on as I turned to get another beer. As I turned back to talk to her, she was whisked away by the group that she was with.

The party kicked up into full swing, with the music growing louder and the crowd swelling in size. Bob and I continued to pound beers, and I caught up with a lot of old friends as the party soared on into the evening. Following our encounter at the keg, Nicole and I really did not speak to each other again, but we both kept stealing glances at the other, and our eyes continued to lock in a heated stare. This also gave me the opportunity to fully check her out.

She was wearing a pair of denim coveralls with a white tank top underneath. She was also wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over the coveralls, and the shirt served to enhance the soft tan glow of her skin. As the coveralls ended at her chest, they also gave a great view of her chest. Although not overly large, her breasts sloped down from her shoulders and curved out under her clothes. Her chest was perfectly rounded and upright in typical teenage fashion, and I found myself becoming more and more mesmerized by this young girl. With the party racing on and the music getting louder, I was not sure of how I was going to connect with her, but I knew that I had to find a way......(cont)