Party Time
It was a very hot night, so as much as I hated going to parties the invitation from my neighbor to his pool party was just too good to pass up. I hatted this guy, he had no idea though. He was pretty shallow and churned through stunning girlfriends way faster than I could eat hot dinners. He was so detestable, tall, good looking, fit and worst of all rich.
He was also computer illiterate, and had purchased and amazing array of hardware based just on price I was sure. That lucky salesman must have seen him coming and made out like a bandit. Then as the resident local geek, he kept hitting me up to fix his many issues. I would have loved to fix the issue between his ears with a baseball bat. But he was generous, he was way too friendly, he was easy to hate but I could not bring myself to break away from his bloody charismatic grip.
But my mind wanders, back to the party. Dressed in very conservative long board shorts with an added pair of speedos underneath, and a thin t-shirt, wrapped in my biggest towel, with my best thongs on my feet, I was barely ready. I watched the party from behind my blinds, sweltering in 40 plus degree heat for the fifth straight day. I fantasised about that bloody huge pool of his and finally found the courage to start walking.
I slipped down the side gate and around the back to the pool. There were quite a few people in the pool but it was by no means crowded. There were girls there, most in bikinis. I was not good with girls, they were scary evil creatures and I was terrified of them. Years of bad painful experiences had ingrained a strong fear and a longing from a distance. Pitiful I was, just pitiful.
Entering through the side bushes I put my towel, T shirt and thongs in a safe, easy to get to spot, and slid as quietly as I could into the pool. The thermal shock was fantastic! I instantly cooled down and felt the relief of the cold water. As I relaxed I started to survey the pool area, and what a sight it was.
It was all the girls that hit me, they were all very pretty. They were all heights but they were mostly thin or athletic and all stylish, as was Max’s style. What a bastard he was.
One thing that was very apparent, was that most of the girls were wearing the most amazing high heels, almost all stilettos of some form or other. Some very, very sharp female footwear was in evidence. I feel an immediate interest from my groin and a sadness and longing in my heart. This party was going to truly suck. Oh well, cool down, stay out of sight and don’t attract attention.
That plan was not going to survive Max though. Mr Muscles and six pack walked out onto the patio with three supermodels hanging off his huge pecs. “Hey Sam” he bellowed at me waving one arm, sending one of the models flying. How could he cast off such a gorgeous creature, what a wasteful prick?
Oh shit, he was now storming in my direction with a trail of beauties clattering along behind him. I hadn’t thought it was possible for my heart to sink lower, how wrong was I. Feeling very self-conscious, I huddled in the corner of the pool and waited.
“hey dude, you came!! Great to see you!! Ladies, this is the computer wizard I was telling you about”. “Hey mate, Kimberly here has a funky laptop she needs help with, you up for it?” he just gushed at me. Kimberly smiled a ten thousand volt smile at me and said “I would be SO grateful Sammy, I need to sort out my email and my calendar and it is really hurting me, and I would SO love it if you could!!” My god I would have walked over hot coals for this red headed vision. From where my head was in the pool, she just towered above me, all I could make out were these incredible long, slender legs that seemed to go up for ever until they met a reasonable pair of boobs and a large mop of red hair. She looked three metres tall to me.
“Can we do it now?” she crooned down at me, now a twenty thousand volt smile hit me and I was very aware that my groin was out of control and set to embarrass me badly. I was now having a full on panic attack, breathing was difficult, talking impossible with my heart pounding in my head and the dizziness setting in. I just managed a grunt and reached up to pull myself out of the pool but I lacked the strength.
Max had the attention span of a goldfish, and had moved his attention on to a buxom blond currently trying to climb into his mouth. Kimberly had moved her attention to the display tonsil hocky Max and the blond had underway, so no one was watching me struggle as I clambered up the side of the pool and reached out to grab the brickwork.
As I reached for the edge of the pool surround Max and the blond bumped into Kimberly and she stumbled back. There was the most incredible pain from my hand as her sharp, metal stiletto heel stomped down into the back of my hand and smashed its way between the bones. I felt the bones of my hand move under the incredible pressure. She had stomped back and now just stood there with all her weight impaling my hand. On god it hurt.
Her heels were polished wooden platforms, I’d never seen anything like them before. They were beautiful, with a carved wooden sole that was over an inch thick and contoured down to a sharp point at the front. The sole was a rugged rubber with deep impressions that looked like an off road SUV tire. But the back tapered up to a very high heel, at least six inches. And the heel, the thin, razor sharp golden metal heel came out of the wood in a thin tube and stayed thin all the way down to the tip, which looked metal as well. And one of those amazing brutal metal heel tips was currently crushing a hole through my hand.
I could not scream, I was feeling a bit sick and struggling in the water. I was not going to drown, Kimberly had me nailed to the edge of the pool with a real nail.
I thought this was the worst pain I have ever felt, until she suddenly moved and twisted on her heel. I felt something give as her sexy heel ripped through the skin of my hand as she turned then stepped away. As she lifted her heel my hand lifted too and then let go as the heel ripped back out from my hand. Reflex action pulled my hand backwards in to the water then new pain, it was a salt water pool. I was gasping in pain as a confused and pissed off looking Kimberly looked down at her heel and then me.
Zero volts now, she looked a bit pouty. Very beautiful, but pouty. “Can you help me?” she asked sounding kind of sad now. I was calming down and had found my voice thankfully, but it had a bit of a hurt warble in it as I said “yes, sure, I would love to”. She had no idea what pain she had just caused.
I managed to pull myself out to the pool with one arm, my right hand was throbbing with pain and bleeding, but I managed it. I grabbed my T shirt and rapped it around my hand to contain the bleeding and pulled my towel over my shoulders. I could found my left thong but not my right. I abandoned it and rushed after Kimberly in bare feet. As we went inside I realised that in heels she was barely taller than me, and was actually quite petite. She was small but very well proportioned. She was lovely, and my lousy groin was betraying me again.
I followed her into Max’s huge study, it was the size of my whole dam unit. She was quiet, so I summoned up courage from somewhere and said “um, are you ok Kimberly? You look sad”. Bang! I was hit in the face with another twenty thousand volts. When this girl smiled the planet lit up.
“Oh aren’t you sweet!!” she said and just looked at me. I couldn’t take the intensity of her gauze. I looked down and mumbled “ah, um, er, your laptop?” heart now racing again, trying desperately to not pass out, my panic attack was back with a vengeance.
She didn’t move for at least half a minute, she just stood there, a vision in a fire engine red bikini and flaming red hair. The more she studied me, the more I started shaking. I was going to come apart at the seams. My face was now fire engine red.
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