Groundhog Day

(All characters in the following story that engage in adult themes are at least 18 years of age.)

Chapter 1: Timmy's Birthday

Waking up on Saturday morning, I am excited.

I am happy.

But most of all, I made it.

I made it to the ripe old age of 18! I'm finally a man.

Well, almost. I still have to finish high school, but I'm 18 and I'm a man! I can buy my own cigarettes, even though I don't smoke. In fact I can still buy them and just sell them at school!

But... There's already a few people who are doing that and I really don't want to get in trouble if I get caught. Johnny nearly got suspended because he was busted with a trunk full of cartons, trying to sell in the school parking lot.

Either way, I'm 18 and nothing can make this day bad, or take it away from me.

Jumping out of bed, I hurried to the bathroom where I shower, shave, even though I don't have to, and get ready for my special day. As I'm getting dressed I hope that lots of people will show up to my birthday party I invited the entire school. It took me a week to get the invitations made and handed out. Everyone seemed pretty receptive when I handed them out, everyone except Vicki.

Oh... Vicki.

What a hottie!

The head cheerleader, homecoming queen, she is my dream girl. Beautiful from head to toe, she has long and wavy red and I so green that they literally sparkle like emeralds. When she smiles it's like the whole world stops. Oh... Victoria Black... The hottest girl in school, the hottest girl anywhere! Walking over to the window in my bedroom, I look across the lawn at her house. We have been neighbors since we were both little. I remember that we just play together everyday after school. She was my first kiss. We were playing house in her driveway and we were pretending to get married when our lips accidentally touched. We were 10 years old. Okay so is more of an accident than anything but a guy can believe whatever he wants.

That all stopped 7th grade when she started growing tits. Little did anyone know at the time that she would end up being the bustiest girl in school. Now she is rocking a pair of watermelons along with curvy hips and a bubble butt. Solidifying her place as a living wet dream is the always and ever present bulge of her pussy. Blessed with a big and prominent mound, it doesn't matter what she wears, there is always a visible camel toe. Every time she sits and goes to cross her legs, everyone within viewing distance is watching.

If there is only one flaw that I can identify on Victoria is the fact that she has this little bulge of fat sticking out from her tummy. It's not very big, it's kind of cute actually, but given how over endowed she is, it's funny to see a childish belly on a woman so hot. Honestly though, nobody cares about that. She has so much to offer in so many different places but I think any guy in his right mind would be stupid if he used the fact that she has a little bit of chub as a reason not to want to do her.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Everyone was pretty cool when I handed them the invitations to my birthday that is today, except Vicki. When I approached her in the hall on Friday, she was hanging out with her friends in front of her locker. Wearing a crop top t-shirt and a pair of leggings, it is her typical outfit. She always loves showing off her hot body and I had everything I could do to keep from busting a nut in front of her. Of course I had a boner, but what guy doesn't have when approaching a goddess?

Either way, I approached her with the invitation held right out. "Hey Vicki, I'm turning 18 this Sunday and I'm having a party. It's going to be pretty cool, so I invited you." I say trying to act cool.

Standing with her friends Natalie and Alicia, she was in the middle of a conversation when I walked up and interrupted it. Her smile turning upside down, she rolls her eyes as she shifts her elegant body ever so slightly and looks at me. Even though it is obvious she is annoyed with my presence, all I see is her ultimate beauty.

"What?" She says, her voice as smooth as silk. Others say she sounds a little bit like a violin off key, but all I hear is the music of angels.

Not planning for her to not be paying attention, I stammer a bit as I try to act cool and collected. "I uh... Was wondering if you... Would like to come to my birthday party? At my house? On Sunday?"

"Oh yeah..." Victoria says, exhaling as she looks away, taking the invitation from my outstretched hand. When she does, her big and perfect tits, shaped like mountains generally rise. They already point up, this only makes them lift a little higher to the heavens.

Watching, I feel myself creaming a little in my briefs.

"I'll think about it." She says then tosses the envelope in her locker.

Hearing her say that gets me all excited! Pushing up on my glasses, I stand a little taller. I even tug on my bow tie a little. Looking at her friends, I hand them each an invitation too. To be honest, they're all hot, but Victoria is by far the hottest! "Great! I can't wait to see you ladies there."

Taking a big breath of air, my chest pops up and I exhale. Smiling from here to here, I am super excited about today. Today is my 18th birthday and there's a very real possibility that the hottest woman in school, the girl of my dreams, the girl next door is going to be there. Closing my eyes I can already imagine how it's going to go. She's going to show up wearing a sexy skirt and a local blouse and when she wishes me a happy birthday, it will be right into my ear as she rubs those giant boobs up and down my body. Her gift to me will be her womanhood, Victoria Black will be taking my virginity today...

Hey baby extra excited because today I'm wearing blue favorite underwear. Superman!

Going down the stairs, I can't wait for my party to start. When I arrive in the living room, my fragile dreams shatter like glass. Instead of a DJ, tables full of food, and a dance floor with a disco ball, I got pizza, a cake from Costco and Bozo the clown. Instead of a room full of cool guys and hot girls, I got my aunt and uncle with their bratty kids and Grandma and Grandpa. Sitting in the recliner, Grandpa's watching television while picking his nose.

Sing the look of disappointment wash down my body from head to toe, my mother walks up beside me and places her hand on my shoulder. "Happy birthday sweetheart! I made sure I got everything off your list!" My mother says cheerfully, obviously oblivious to what 18 year old men actually like. "You asked for entertainment, preferably live, so I hired Bozo the clown, not only can you play guitar and sing, but he also does magic tricks! I still like magic, don't you?"

"Magic the gathering is way different, Mom..." I say, the disappointment in my voice is deafening.

"You seem upset." My mother says, finally getting a clue.

Sighing as hard as the speed my shoulders slump, I look around at the childish looking living room, I forgot to mention that there is a banner on the wall with streamers and colorful balloons. I swear to god, my mom still thinks I'm 10 years old. "It's just... I'm worried what my friends will think when they come over. I invited the entire school! I'm especially worried about what Vicki will think."

"Are you talking about the dish next door, son?" My grandpa speaks up upon hearing me voice Victoria's name. "You can all but forget about that one. She is way out of your league."

"Roger! How can you say that? Timmy is a handsome young man, any girl would be lucky to have him." My grandma Phyllis says, walking up and giving my cheek a big old pinch.

Every time she does that it feels like she is going to rip half of my face off.

"You think you were my first choice?" Grandpa Rogers says then goes back to watching the television.

"The nerve!" Grandma Phyllis huffs and then storms off. Well, storming off as fast as she can with a walker...

Listening to the sound of rubber and tennis balls scratching against linoleum floor, I literally look around and see my hopes and dreams crashing to the ground. Walking over to the couch, I dropped down in the middle of it, interrupting the fight between my little cousins over a Barbie doll.

"Hey! You're sitting on Skipper!" Little Tiffany yells in her squeaky, 5 year old voice.

"Sorry." I say as I ruefully lean and pull the plastic doll out from underneath me. When I hand it out to her, she turns her little nose up and rejects it.

"I don't want that now, it smells like your butt!"

Passing it, the little girl screeches and runs from her favorite play thing. Scooping it up, and then runs off with her 3-year-old sister hot on her heels. Burying my face into my hands, I am just about to give up on life in the doorbell rings. Filling with a newfound hope, I jump from the couch and run to the door. Maybe, just maybe God has answered my prayers and has delivered me my ultimate dream girl! Grabbing the handle, I throw it open, ready to greet the girl Next door with the biggest and coolest smile ever, when I see that it is Sara.

Sara Schwartz, a fellow geek like me, she is skinny like a bean pole e with and acne dotting her face. Should be a lot prettier if she didn't have those and braces. He does have a pretty nice looking set of tits, but thanks to Victoria, for years that they are nothing more than toilet paper stuffed in her bra. Unfortunately this train wreck is my only friend, and the only one to accept my invitation.

*Snort!*

"Hi Timmy, happy birthday!" Sara says excitedly as she holds out a present. Just as I am about to take it, she then wipes her nose on her sleeve, leaving a trail of snot behind. Suffering from allergies nearly all year long, I'm not sure if she goes through tissues faster because she's constantly using them to fill up her bras, or cleaning out her nose. Based on the fact that she usually wipes her nose on her shirt tells me exactly where the tissues go. Taking the gift once she is done, I smile weakly as I step aside to let her in.

Walking through the door, Sara waves enthusiastically to my Mom and grandparents. "Hello!" Looking around the living room, her face lights right up. "Oh wow! I love it! This looks so great! Hey, is that Bozo the clown? I love him! He is so funny!" Upon seeing the table of food and my birthday cake, Sara runs up to it and gushes some more. "Is that a power rangers cake? Cool! I bet it's going to taste really good!"

As she does this, I am still standing by the front door shaking my head. She is one of those friends that you have, but that you don't want anybody else to know about. Seeing her bent over the table, I closed my eyes and looked away. Sticking out of the back of her pants is her bright pink Pull-Up. According to her she has to wear it because every time she sneezes, she tinkles a little bit. Personally, I think she likes them and doesn't want to admit it.

"Now that's a girl for Timmy right there." Grandpa Roger says after taking one look at Sara.

In a nutshell my grandfather has pretty much told me what he thinks of me. In his eyes I'm nothing but a loser.

"Why do you say that?" My uncle Morty says coming out of the bathroom. Wearing a brown suit and a tie, he still closing up his pants. If he's doing that, odds are he didn't wash his hands.

"Because she's got tits and a pussy. What else does he need?" My grandfather says, never taking his eyes off of his show.

Kind of getting the feeling that nobody else is going to show up, I join Sara over by the table. I haven't even sung happy birthday or got to blow out my candles and she's already eating a piece. Looking down at her plate while she sits there chomping happily away with frosting all around her mouth, I see that she is eating the Pink Ranger's head. Seeing that reminds me of the last time Victoria and I hung out together. It was Halloween and we were both 12. I was the Red Ranger, Jason, and she was the Pink Ranger, Kimberly. It was supposed to be fun. We had been best friends since kindergarten. But when she arrived to go trick or treating in her costume, I couldn't ignore the rapidly developing swells sticking out from her chest.

And neither could any of the kids from school that we ran into that night. Overnight Victoria Black went from being the girl next door, to being a popular girl.

Grabbing a piece of cake, I join Sara on the couch where she snuggles up to me as we listen to Bozo the clown tell jokes and watch and him make balloon animals for everyone, including me.

Happy 18th birthday, Timmy...