The Block Party

A water balloon fight turns into a beautiful moment between two lovers.

He was "blue eyes" in my diary entries, but to his family and friends, he was Billy Joe. I wrote about him endlessly and seem to daydream about us constantly. What it would be like to feel his arms around me, and his lips on mine. Problem was he is older than me. I had just turned 16 and he was going to be 22 the following month. I didn't know if he had a girlfriend or not, but by the way he would talk to me, I had a feeling that possibly, he liked me. I knew nothing about flirting. Some of my friends acted much more mature than I was. For some reason it kind of bothered me that I always seem to be a step behind, and even though it was difficult, I tried to accept it. As for being behind in body development, I wish I could say I was, but I started to develop around 13. I disliked my bigger breasts and would try to wear anything I could to hide them. I once used my dad's duct tape to tape them down, but it became uncomfortable, so I stopped. My best friend, Ramona, who was the complete opposite of me would try to get me to be more revealing. She was the only one who knew about my secret crush.
"Come on, Danica, if you want Billy to notice you then you need to show a little effort."
"What, you don't think a t shirt and jeans is noticeable enough?"
She shook her head.
"No, I don't. Just try on the dress, please."
I grabbed the flowered material sundress, sighed, and rolled my eyes.
"Ok fine."
I took the dress in the bathroom and undressed out of my clothes, leaving me only in my bra and underwear. I hurried and put it over my head and straightened it out. I looked in the mirror and gave a slight smile. I wasn't one to be vain, but I did like the way I filled it out. The top half complimented my body nicely, and the bottom half was flowing and feminine. I gave myself one more glance before returning to Ramona's room. I walked in and she put her hand on her mouth. She could be so dramatic.
"Oh my God. You look amazing. You need to wear this to the block party on Saturday."
The annual block party. An event I always looked forward to, however it wasn't the type of event people got dressed up for, especially for the huge water balloon fight, which I mentioned to her.
"Just change into another outfit."
"It's a block party. Not an awards ceremony with multiple outfit changes."
"Take the dress, and think about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I thanked her before changing back into the clothes I previously had on, grabbed my bag, said goodbye to Romana, and headed home.
As I walked, I could hear Billy's red pickup truck behind me. He beeped, stopped and waved.
"Hey, kid. You want some candy?" he teased.
I turned around and rolled my eyes.
"Not from you."
Being rude was my way of showing affection and I think he picked up on it. He laughed and asked if I wanted a ride home. I accepted and climbed into the truck.
"So, are you going to the block party, Saturday?" I asked
"Of course, I am. You know I can't miss the water balloon fight. Will you save one to throw at me?"
I giggled and replied, "You know I will!"
Sometimes I had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Billy. With other crushes, which were small, I'd become tongue tied, but with him, it was like having a big brother, except the feelings were much deeper.
He pulled into the driveway.
"Ok, kiddo, talk to you later."
I grabbed my bag, and hopped out. "I'm not a kid. You know I'm 16 now."
He smiled at me, and replied "Ok, I'm sorry. I meant young lady. Is that better."
"I guess so. See you Saturday?"
"Yes, Danica. Saturday."
He backed out of the driveway and headed down the road.
I clutched the bag to myself and sighed. Could this be a possible date? I had no idea. We always were at the block party every year, although we never went together, but something seemed different.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough and I tried waiting patiently the rest of the week. When I woke up that day, I couldn't wait to get ready. At first, I debated wearing the dress, but was so excited for Billy to notice I wasn't in my usual capri's and t shirt. I hurried, and got ready.
It was a perfect summer day. The sky was clear, and the temperature was just right. The weather forecast called for a slight chance of rain later, but most likely it wouldn't happen.
Neighbors were already setting up as I walked out to meet Ramona. I looked around, but no sign of Billy. It wasn't unusual. I'm sure he slept in. I would just see him later, but later came and there was still no sign of him.

"Have you seen Billy?" I asked Ramona.
Ramona shook her head. "No, I haven't."
It was later in the evening and still no sign of him. He was always at the block party. What was holding him up? The answer was in front of me, and she was walking next to Billy.
Victoria Stevenson. She was a few years older than me, and she was walking next to my guy, although he wasn't my guy. He was hers. I wasn't sure if they were just friends or if they were dating. At that moment, I didn't care to find out.
I was hoping he didn't notice me, but his blue eyes caught my hazel ones and I knew there was no getting away. I could tell he noticed what I was wearing because he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. I enjoyed the attention, but I was more upset than flattered. Victoria looked at me smugly.
"A little dressed up there."
"I was at a wedding," I answered shortly. Billy gave me a look. He knew I was lying, but didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
"Well, you look amazing." He smiled as Victoria side eyed him.
I didn't answer. I just smirked at him. I wanted so badly to give him a piece of my mind, but I couldn't. I could feel the tears building and I didn't want him to see me cry.
"I have to go. I think I hear my mom calling me."
I hurried away. Ramona followed me.
"Danica, your mom wasn't calling you. Why did you say that?"
I didn't answer. I just continued walking until I got to my house. How could he do that? Bring her with him. I was the one that was supposed to be the one next to him, and I wasn't.
The water balloon fight was coming up shortly and I had no intentions on changing out of the dress I was wearing. My eyes were glued to Billy and his date he had brought to the party. I had my stash of water filled balloons and they were all going to the both of them. I smirked to myself in hopes of ruining their evening together. Ramona must had seen the expression on my face.
"I know what you are thinking and I don't know if I should mention if it's a bad idea or not."
"What does it matter. I really have nothing to lose."
"A possible friendship. Come on, Danica. I know you're upset but, it isn't fair to him. He has no idea that you even like him and now you are taking it out on him."
My eyes filled with tears. I was so worked up in being so angry that I didn't give myself I chance to cry and no matter how badly I wanted to hold it in, it hurt too much and I let the tears flow. Being the good friend Ramona was, she hugged me as cried. I felt a little better, but my heart was hurting. It sucked having a crush. I somehow wished I could go back to when boys had cooties and I wanted nothing to do with them. Billy was far from being a boy. He was a grown man, and I was just a clueless teen.
I wanted to go in for the evening, but Ramona convinced me to go back to the party. Why should Billy cause misery in my life? If he didn't want me, then that was on him. I couldn't force him, and if he wanted that bimbo with the personality of a wet mop, then so be it.
As for the water balloon fight, we all knew the rules. There were none, except to have fun, and that was what I planned to do.
The balloon fight was in full force as the neighbors went crazy on each other. Multiple colors of balloons were being thrown and breaking on them. It was fun hearing their screams of excitement and laughter, but as soon as Billy hit me with his, I became upset. Usually, I'd giggle and throw one back at him jokingly. I'm sure that's what he was expecting, but I grabbed mine and started throwing them at him one after another. I never knew I could hit someone so hard. I could tell he wasn't pleased as he threw his back at me. with just as much force. My dress was soaked and so were his clothes. I couldn't believe he would attack me like that, but then again, I was the one who started it. I didn't want to admit my immaturity, which made me even more upset.
"What the hell, Billy!"
I ran off to my house, stormed up the front steps and plopped myself on the porch swing. I couldn't believe how idiotic I was acting. I was jealous and there was no way to hide it. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself that I didn't hear Billy coming up on the porch. He had worn a t- shirt and jeans that day and with both items of clothing being soaked against his body didn't help my eyes from taking notice. I felt a deep feeling from my heart down to the pit my stomach. It didn't matter how angry I was at him, deep down I really liked him. Possibly loved him. What was the use. I messed things up and there was no turning back. I wouldn't blame him if he never spoke to me again.
"I'm sure you hate me," I said, in fear of his reply.
"I don't hate you, but what was that back there, Danica. Did I do something?"
Internally I wanted to scream. "Yes, you did, you idiot. I like you. How could you not tell?" I couldn't though so I just shook my head.
"Well, I must have for you to be so upset with me."
"You didn't do anything. It's what I did. I was jealous." I blurted out. Might as well be honest. I guess it was pretty amusing to him as he smiled and nodded his head.
"I should have known. You never get dressed up. You did that to impress me."
I felt my face turn red, but composed myself immediately.
"No, I didn't."
He looked at me intently. I couldn't help looking in his blue eyes.
"Danica, come on. Be honest."
There was no denying it. I gave in and sighed
"Ok, fine. I wore the dress because I wanted you to notice me, but it doesn't matter anyway."
He sat down next to me, and reached for my hand. I willingly gave it to him. The skin-on-skin contact made me perk up with excitement.
"I do notice you, trust me, I do. It's just that, I'm much older than you."
"Only by 5 years," I interrupted, trying to reason with him.
I knew he was right. It would never work out, but the moment was perfect, and all I wanted was for him to kiss me. He must have picked up on what I was thinking, because he turned to me, moved his hand to the side of my cheek, leaned in and his lips caught mine. The kiss wasn't long, but it was deep. I nervously pulled back, but I wanted more and at that moment, I didn't want to be seen as a clueless teen, but a young woman. I grabbed his t shirt, which was still wet, pulled him towards me, and his lips met mine again. I never in my life felt such excitement as we began to make out. I had kissed a boy I liked before at camp a few years ago, but he didn't kiss like Billy did. His kisses were a force of passion that I never felt before, but excited me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I got up from the swing and took his hand towards the door. No one was home, and being out on the porch lacked privacy. He walked with me towards my bedroom, but stopped.
"I don't know if this is a good idea. Someone might be home."
"There isn't," I promised.
I knew we were both nervous, but I also knew he wanted me and I wanted him too. I couldn't believe how forward I was as I took his hand and placed it on the material of my dress where my breasts were. He squeezed the one and placed his lips on my neck. I couldn't help but sigh. Our lips met again as I helped him take his shirt off. I stared at his chest, speechless. It didn't matter though. His body was against mine, and our lips were locked. It wasn't long at all before our clothes were off and we were in my bed. I felt his lips on my naked body and could feel the lower half of myself get excited. He could tell by my breathing, as I felt him against me. I was so busy feeling his hardness against my leg before that I didn't notice his mouth had moved down and now was on me. I pushed his head away, embarrassed
"Billy, no."
"Calm down. You will enjoy it, trust me."
I tried to protest again, but his tongue brushed against my clit, and I moaned.
Was that what it was called? I remember learning it in sex ed last year. Giggling with my friends over the male and female anatomy, and now Billy's mouth was on it and I wasn't going to lie, it felt good. I wanted more as he gently sucked on it, and all I could think of doing was holding his head there. I was so close. I could feel it, and then I felt myself let go. I would use my electric toothbrush in the shower, so I knew what an orgasm felt like. There was no comparison. His mouth felt a thousand times better.
He kissed up my body, and sucked both my nipples, before placing his mouth on mine. He didn't have to ask if I was ready. We both knew I was. He was gentle as he entered me. I cried out, but he kissed me reassuringly. I couldn't believe, Billy, the guy I had a crush on was in my bed making love to me. The moment was intense, but even more so as we heard fireworks that lit the night sky. They were loud, but it was the ammunition we needed to make the passion between us higher. He felt amazing deep in me, and I didn't want it to end, however it did when his breathing quickened and he cried out "Oh, Danica. I love you."
I was speechless, I didn't know how to respond. His mouth met mine and I felt his warm sperm enter my body. He moved off of me, and I lied my head on his chest. I looked into his blue eyes.
"I love you too."
He kissed my forehead and held me. It was the perfect evening, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to last forever.