Chapter 2: The Gift

So my birthday party was a dud.

No, it was worse.

A freaking disaster!

Instead of dancing the night away with all of the popular kids and dancing with the woman of my dreams, I was stuck at the lamest birthday party in the world where I got to witness my best friend, my only friend, piss her pants while laughing hard at a lame joke. No one else seem to mind that Sara needed to go to the bathroom so she could change her pamper. Everyone else just carried on like it was no big deal. I even remember my mother telling me that it was okay that older girl still have problems and that I shouldn't judge her for it.

"Besides honey, there are other things about her that are quite fetching."

You mean her toilet paper tits? Okay...

Even then my mother would probably make another excuse. I can hear it now.

"She's just self-conscious. Once they grow in, if they ever do, she will feel much better. If not, does it really matter? You're a man and she's a woman. You two have so much in common!"

Yeah, I really want the mother of my child changing her own diaper while she's changing our kid's!

Living through this nightmare, I think back to Victoria's birthday party where she turned 18 just a week ago. Her party was everything that I could have dreamed of. There was a band, everybody from school was there and she got all kinds of cool gifts, including a brand new mustang. Yep, Victoria had the life all right. I guess being buxom and beautiful pays dividends. Was I invited? She told me afterwards that I was, but I guess my invitation got lost in the mail or something. When I did try to go in, her father repulsed me at the door.

"No invitation, no entry." I remember him saying in his very masculine and manly voice. I wish my dad sounded like him, but he had this nasally voice. Where is he now? At the cemetery. He passed away a couple of years ago in a car accident.

The only way I could enjoy the festivities was by peeking over the fence. On that day Victoria looked so hot. She was wearing a very beautiful party dress that reminded me very much of the infamous one that Marilyn Monroe wore when she stood over the exhaust vent that is encapsulated in the most famous photograph of the 1950's. Of course Vicki filled it out better than the infamous blonde. There's no way that Marilyn's little D's could compare to Victoria's epic Hindenburg's. I swear to god, they had to shave a whole another sheep just so she could cover up those tremendous boobs of hers. I mean they are so freakishly big that they are **** apart by their sheer size on top of her narrow chest! I think I spanked off three times that day staring at her and those massive boobs that also happened to be nipping out that day. What made it even hotter to see was the fact that her dress was backless which meant that she wasn't even wearing a bra...

Want to talk about nipples? Well, Victoria has big and thick ones that are more blinding than those bright white high beams you find on the newer cars! Sticking out approximately an inch or so, they remind me of a pair of pinkies.

"Hey, it's your turn."

**** to wake up from my day dream, I am looking across the kitchen table and Sara who is hovering like a blood thirsty warrior over her deck of magic cards. "Sorry." I say, blushing some as I play my turn.

"Your dead!" She yells, her voice filling with the venom of a snake as she lays down the perfect counter and completely obliterates my orc! "In your face!" She yells, throwing her arms up into the air in triumph.

When it comes to playing magic the gathering, there is no better partner than Sara Schwartz. Any other time, she is the loser of losers, but when the decks come out, she instantly transforms into a grizzled veteran of many wars. Like a viper, she obliterates nearly everyone who challenges her. It is an amazing transformation to watch because no one would ever see it from someone like her.

From toilet paper tits and diapers, to Julius Caesar in the blink of an eye!

Realizing that this is our fifth game, I look at the clock. It is nearly 9:00 p.m. raising my arms above my head, I stretch as I let loose a loud and long yawn. "Geez... Look at the time, I need to be getting to bed."

Swiveling her head, Sarah's eyes open wide like saucers when she sees what time it is. In an instant the bloodthirsty warrior disappears and is replaced by the woman child she normally is. "Oh no! My mom's gonna freak!" She yips, jumping up from the chair. "I had so much fun! Thank you for inviting me to your birthday party, Timmy. But I got to go, or my mom's going to ground me."

Walking into the kitchen, my mother over hears Sara worry. "Don't worry, I already spoke to your mother. I told her that you would be coming home and that you and Timmy were playing cards. She's okay, just get home now." She says which makes Sara relax considerably.

"Phew! I really thought I was a goner." She says as she picks up her cards and bundles them together with an elastic. "Maybe next time I will bring my full deck."

"Great..." I say rolling my eyes. Sara's full deck is literally ten pencil boxes full. Her collection is so vast that she has every card ever made. If she would ever go pro, she'd probably become a millionaire.

"Bye bye!" She waves then hurries away.

Looking over my shoulder as she runs out of the kitchen and through the living room to the front door, I notice that her pull-up is bulging again. Just the thought of being late for curfew made her wet herself again.

"Timmy, your grandfather wants to have a word with you before you go to bed." My mother says.

"Oh? What about?" I ask as I stand up from the kitchen table.

"He wouldn't say, but you can find him out on the deck smoking his pipe."

"Is he ever gonna give that up?" I asked half jokingly. The man is nearly 90 years old, I don't think quitting smoking now would do very much to extend his life.

My mother responds to my joke with a roll of her eyes she walks out of the kitchen and to the stairs. All alone, I head towards the back and when I walk outside I see my grandfather sitting on a patio chair smoking. Walking up to another one, I sit myself down and look at him as he stares at the stars.

He doesn't say anything to me for a few minutes, instead choosing to pull on his pipe and make a smoke ring. Sitting there, I know better than to rush him.

Taking a deep breath, the elderly man allows a smiles across his face. He does not do that very often except for when he is alone. My grandfather really likes being alone. "Timmy..."

"Yeah, grandpa?"

"Shh..." He blows over a held up, wrinkled finger.

Making a face, I bury my chin into my neck. I guess I broke another rule. He can be so fickle because if I don't answer him sometimes he will yell at me for not being responsive. This time he just wanted to say my name.

"Timmy..." He tries again and this time I sit there silently. "Today you turned 18 years old. Today you are officially recognized by the government as being a man. I guess that is good enough for me. I have something for you that has been passed down from generation to generation. I was supposed to give this to your father, but I forgot and now he's dead." Digging into his coat pocket, he pulls something out of it and I only know what it is once it's done sliding across the glass table top. Picking it up it is a very old pocket watch. Glancing over at me as I look at it, he looks back towards the stars and takes another puff of his pipe. "You better take good care of that watch, young man. It is very special."

"I will Grandpa..."

"Shhhh!" Taking a long breath, he exhales just as long. Coughing a little into his hand, he finally turns in his chair and looks at me square in the eye. "That watch has been handed down from generation to generation. It is no ordinary watch. It has magical qualities that I knew your father would never understand. Your father was always the kind of man who would rather take things apart and study them, instead of trusting them."

An accountant by trade, he was a freelance tinkerer by night. His favorite thing to do was take anything and everything apart, study it, try to learn it and then put it back together. He failed more often than he succeeded. He even ruined a brand new car that he had just bought for my mother a few years before he died. Yeah, that went over real well.

"It's probably why I forgot to give it to him. You on the other hand, you believe." He says to me with a certainty that only a man of his years can do.

"Believe in what?" I ask, not caring if shushes me again.

"In magic and that..." he reaches across the table and taps the glass with his finger a couple times, "...is a magical watch."

Answering the question, but not really answering the question. I have a feeling that if I asked him what the watch actually did, he would just tell me that it was magical. Instead I decided to open it up and admire the handy work, the hours of painstaking labor of a watch made by hand. "What does it do?" I ask knowing that he is going to probably burn me for asking something so obvious.

"Time... But be careful with it, my boy. It is not smart to mess with the natural order of things." He says to me. Standing up, he brushes off his overcoat and turns to head inside.

"Huh?" I look up at him thoroughly confused. Right now he is speaking Greek even though it sounds like English.

"You will find out in time..." He says then disappears inside.

Great, not a really good time for a joke. Looking away from the back door, I return my attention to the watch. Turning it over in my hand, I look at it and then hold it up to my ear. Still ticking, I wonder how it is powered because I don't see a hole for a winder key and it is so old that it can't be powered by a battery. Closing it up, I put it in my pocket. Just as I go to stand up and head inside, I notice a pair of headlights pulling into the driveway next door. Instantly recognizing the iconic headlights of a Ford Mustang, I instantly know who has just come home.

Victoria Black.

Watching from the back patio, I see the car pulled to a stop. The headlights going out, I have to peer through the darkness to see the driver side door opening and she climbing out. Pausing to stretch, I watch as Victoria's heavenly orbs arch into the night sky. Wearing something tight and sexy no doubt, I think I can make out the swell of her ass even from here. A pair of bubbles sitting on top of a plank is the best way I can describe her bottom, it is both big and mystifying how someone's so skinny can have such a great ass. Running over to the fence, I peer over the top and watch as she turns and shuts the door, that big fat ass literally hanging over her legs as it stretches out the back of her tight skirt. From here I can see that she looks like she was dressed to go out clubbing. Her hair done up and big hoop earrings dangling from her little ears, she is wearing a very tight halter top that is not only short, but shows off her shoulder blades. Showing through the big hole are a pair of dainty, frilly bra straps. Feeling myself get instantly hard, I watch her go in through the garage, her heels clacking loudly off the concrete. Excessively tall tonight, she looks to be about 5'9. Normally she's a more average 5'7. Without her shoes she's a short 5'4.

Reaching into my pants, I'm already grabbing at myself and jerking off. Closing my eyes I imagine her getting undressed. Then out of nowhere I open my eyes. "Why should I be imagining it when I could probably see it?" I say out loud as I fill with excitement. Getting a good grip on the top of the fence, I pull myself up and over.