"Good morning, sleepyhead," my mom whispered as she shook me awake the next morning.

"What? Why are you waking me up? It's Saturday," I groaned.

"What are you talking about? It's your birthday," she said.

My eyes flew open. The little calendar in the corner of my alarm clock informed me that today was January 28th; my birthday. I was officially eighteen years old.

I couldn't believe I had forgotten it. It just snuck up on me. But I tried to play it off.

"Thanks, Mama," I said, giving her a hug.

"Here's your present," she sang, handing me a long, colorfully wrapped box.

I unwrapped it carefully, not wanting to tear up the paper (that's a weird habit of mine). Waiting for me in the box, were two plane tickets.

"What are these for?" I asked, confused.

Mama's smiled broadened. "Well, when you and Carter graduate, you're going to want to go somewhere......."

"Where exaclty?" I asked, my excitement level rising.

"Just a little town in Brazil; called Rio de Janeiro," she said nonchalantly.

I almost shit my pants. "Are you serious? That's awesome!" I exclaimed.

"They're good for a year, so you two can go whenver you want."

I balked. "Wait? You and Daddy aren't coming with us?" I asked.

"Nope. I think you two are mature enough to go on your own. Everything is set up; all I have to do is call ahead," she said happily.

"Thank you so much, Mama. Thank you too, Daddy," I said as he appeared in my doorway.

"You're welcome, buddy. You better enjoy it, because it cost me a fortune," he said gruffly.

Our conversation was interrupted by a text from Carter saying he would be over in a few minutes. After a quick shower, I went into the adjoining dressing room and jerked on my old jeans and a sweatshirt.

It's my birthday, I thought, I can wear whatever I want to.

I walked back into my room to find Carter sitting on my bed. As soon as he saw me, he rose to his feet and held his arms out. I rolled my eyes at his cheesiness, but accepted his embrace.

"Happy birthday," he whispered. He lifted his hand and traced on fingertip along my bottom lip, sending my heart crashig in my chest.

"Thank you. Why didn't you remind me about it yesterday? I completely forgot about it," I replied.

"I thougth you would remember it. Most people usually remember their birthday," he chuckled.

"I'm not like most people," I said as I rose up on my tip-toes and pressed my lips against his.

The kiss quickly turned passionate, and Carter had to push me away.

"We have to stop," he said in a strained voice.

I was able to reply when I caught my breath. "Will this ever stop? The constant sexual tension, I mean."

"God, I hope not," he replied.

"Oh! Look what my parents gave me. It involves you too," I said, reaching for the tickets.

"Wow! Just you and I are going?" he asked as he looked at the tickets.

"Yep. Just you and me."

He looked at me with fierce desire in his eyes. "I can't wait," he said huskily, causing a dull heat to spread throughout my body.

Coming back to his senses, he pulled a small box out of his hip pocket.

"If you sepnt alot of money on me, I'll kill you," I said with mock severity as I opened the box.

Inside the box was an intricately braided bracelet made out of thin strands of leather. Attatched to the end, was a small, flat metal charm that read: I love you.

Carter held up his wrist, revealing the exact same bracelet. "Now we have matching ones."

I had always admired his bracelet and dropped subtle hints that I wanted on like it. Apparently, he oicked up on them.

"Thank you. It's just what I wanted," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You're welcome, babe," he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and lightly squeezing my butt.

"Let's save that for later," I giggled as i pushed his hand away.


My parents left soon after that, saying they wanted to give us some "alone time." God only knows what they were planning to do all day, but we went along with it.

After they had left, there was a loud knock on the door. I opened the door and in came Shea, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"Happy birthday!" she squealed.

"Thanks," I replied. Had everyone remembered but me?

"Ok, I've got a plan. You, me, and stud muffin are going to luch. My parents' treat," she said as she whipped out a credit card.

She took us to a hole-in-the-wall cafe in the historic district. It was very authentic, with its stone walls and wooden booths, just like the old days.

"So, what are you two doing for your birthday?" she asked us over coffee.

"Nothing that I know of," I said, eyeing Carter suspiciously.

He rasied his hands in a gesture of innocence.

"Ok, then. How about you two come over to my house tonight? My parents are out of town, so we can get as drunk as we want," Shea said.

"I'm in," Carter said.

"Um, I've never even drunk before, much less gotten drunk," I replied.

They both looked at me with shocked faces.

"You mean you've never gone to a party or anything?" they asked.

I blushed. "I told you I've never been very popular."

"Well, that settles it. You are both coming over tonight," Shea demanded.

I was in for a new experience.


Later that night, after we had gotten sufficiently wasted, Carter and I retired to Shea's guest bedroom. Shea had long since conked out on the couch, so we covered her up and went to have a little bonding time.

Carter quickly took me in his arms and kisse me until I was dizzy. Well, dizzier. I fell back onto the bed, gasping, my head spinning.

"Sorry if that was too much," he chuckled. He was perfectly sober and obviously getting a kick out of the way I was acting.

"It was fine," I slurred as I groped his crotch.

"Are you sure you feel good enough for this?" he asked.

"Of course. Just think of it as an extra birthday present," I slurred again.

He silently acquiesced as I pulled his pants and shirt off. Mine soon followed and I scooped his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

"Oh, shit," he groaned as I sucked him.

I sucked him slowly and gently, until I got an idea. I stuck a finger in my mouth to wet it and slid my hand back to his ass. My finger went to his puckered hole and I rubbed it gently.

"Ah, fuck. What are you doing?" he moaned.

"You'll like it, trust me," I said.

As he slowly relaxed, my finger grew more insistent, probing and pushing against his tight hole.

"I'm close, babe," Carter grunted.

I shoved my finger harder and felt his hot hole envelop my finger, enjoying his moan of surprise. I knew what I was searching for and soon found it. I rubbed his prostate gently with my finger until I felt him stiffen and cry out.

"Oh...Oh, God...I'm cumming!" he yelled.

His cock exploded and filled my mouth with his warm, thick cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it ended up dripping down my chin. I slowly removed my finger from Carter's clenching hole and felt him relax.

"That was amazing, babe," he said as he wiped my face off.

"I knew you would like it," I chuckled as I undressed.

"Are you too tired to have sex tonight?" he asked.

"No, just too drunk. Tomorrow," I promised.

"Ok, babe," he said as we climbed into bed.

I quickly cuddled close to him, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. I wanted us to alway be like this, young and in love.

"Goodnight, Matt," he whispered.

"G'night," I slurred.

"I love you. So much," he said as he kissed me.

"I love you too. This has been the best birthday I've ever had," I replied, giving him one last kiss.

I lay my head on his sculpted chest and quickly fell asleep.


I felt absolutley hideous in the morning. My mouth tasted horrible and my head ached. Carter had already slipped into the kitchen to make me a hangover-friendly breakfast. I took a double dose of Tylenol and vowed to never drink again.

To be continued......

Note: Underage drinking IS NOT OKAY!!!!! Remember that. However, in keeping with the high school theme of the story, I had to put it in somewhere. I don't condone it, but it still happens. Thank you, readers for your support!



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