Her friends knock on the door

"Oh, they are already here! Honey, I need to go to the bathroom, can you please welcome them?"

"Sure", you said, running to the door.

Opening it, you were met with Marcia's bright red lips directly on your cheek, almost getting your mouth. She was dressed in an orange tank top that had a massive cleavage and white shorts that hugged her legs, and something else, nicely.

"Oh my god, Arthur?!" She said, backing off her face, but already grabbing you again for a hug. Your face was shoved directly on her boson and the exotic smell of her perfume almost knocked you out, with the softness of her breasts making a tent in your pants. "I can't believe it, you have grown up so much baby!" She said, crushing your body on her breasts, rubbing your face on them.

"Let him go, Marcia! You are going to kill the kid!" Cora said, pushing you away from the Puerto Rican futa. You took a deep breath until you felt a tight grip on your ass, as Cora resumed talking. "But dawn, she is right! You did grow up well, you are looking quite good!" She had light blue jeans, black boots, and a short black cropped.

"Thank you, miss Cora..." you said, blushing.

"How old are you again?"

"I am 18 miss Cora" you said, with a gulp.

"Oh, really..." she smirked, getting dangerously close, "Well, if I was a couple of years younger..."

"Get away from him, you horny cougar!" Jada shouted, pulling you away from Cora, she, as usual, was dressed in a fancy black tank top, a tight leopard skirt, and black heel boots that made her tower even more over you. "How are you doing kiddo?"

"I am fine Miss Jada, is Marcus with you?" you said, hoping to see your best friend.

"Sorry kid, he is in his father's house for the weekend..."

"I see... Well, my mom is getting ready, she shall be with us in a second, here, let me take you to the tables..." you said, a little disappointed but already expecting this news.

The table was already set for the barbecue, it had a couple of drinks, and plates and the grill was right beside it, waiting to be turned on.