Generally speaking, Danny was a dumbshit. I guess it wasn't really his fault, but damn, he sure could be dense. I guess it was mostly a function of his age and lack of worldly experience, after all, he was only seventeen, and had lived his entire life thusfar in a small, backwards, redneck town. Sometimes the shit he pulled was downright funny, although unintentionally, and sometimes it was pathetic.

Danny had the hots in a major, major, way for this sixteen year old girl named Darla. He spent literally months trying to get up the courage to ask her out. When he finally did ask her, she accepted, and then he went into a stone cold panic. The plan he had was dumb, even for him. He decided to take her out for burgers, then to a movie, and then back to my basement for a makeout session (on the first date, yet...). He had already decided that he would take along some booze and get her drunk, which should ease things for him later in the evening. He didn't even consider that maybe she didn't drink, and that he was too young to buy booze anyway, but that was just the way he was. He paid a bum to by booze for him, and he bought enough to host a New Years Eve party. I told him he could use the basement, pretty confident that he would never get her there. I had never even seen her, but I figured she would never let things progress that far on a first date, especially with Danny. Even if she was so inclined to do so, I was sure that Danny would manage to do or say something to put her off.

The day of the date, Danny was a nervous wreck, even more than he had been. He had a few stiff drinks that afternoon and a couple of more before he went to pick her up, followed by a large dose of Listerene to get it off his breath. It was about midnight when I heard a car in the drive. I looked out the window and saw it was Danny. He was walking around to the passenger side of his car to open the door for Darla. I watched with curiosity, because I had never seen her before. The streetlight gave plenty of light for a clear view.

I didn't get a good look at her until he had closed the car door. She was blonde, fair skinned, and had huge tits for a girl of her age, probably thirty-fives or sixes. She had on a tight fitting blouse that was buttoned up the front and loose and flowing skirt that ended just above her knees. She was pretty conservatively dressed, actually. All in all, from what I could tell from my vantage point, she really wasn't bad at all. I was amazed that a girl like her would ever agree to go out with Danny. She was clearly out of his class.

She took about two steps and stumbled, almost falling. Danny caught her, taking the opportunity to get a quick feel of her tit in the process. It was obvious that Danny wasn't very stable, either. Looked like she did drink. As they made their way to the basement door, it was obvious that they were both very, very drunk. Danny, being Danny, left the basement door wide open after they went in. I could tell through the open door that he had turned the basement light on.

I waited about a half hour or so, and decided to slip into the basement and see if I could eavesdrop on them. I knew I could get all the way to the bottom of the stairs without them seeing or hearing me, and I figured if I got even halfway down the stairs, I could hear them clearly. It was a whim, actually. I wanted to see how Danny acted in her presence, to see if he had any style, or if he was the same old Danny that he was with anyone else. Of course, there was the other side of it, too. I might catch them doing something, and it would be a kick to listen in. If conditions were right, I might even get into a position where I could see what was going on. I headed for the basement............(cont)