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Fall 1970

By: davidwatts



A sincere thank you to all those who took the time to read my first story, "Summer 1970". The favorable response was both unexpected and greatly appreciated. Special thanks to those who were kind enough to comment both publicly and privately. 

Encouraged by the response, the story continues...

Part one of two

Fall 1970. Freshman year of college is underway and everything is going along as expected. My academic performance is as mediocre as ever, my love life unfortunately even worse. My best friend Kenny is in college out west, and from all reports is doing fantastic in both of those areas. 

This comes as no surprise to me, as I was certain Kenny would continue scoring well both in and out of the classroom. Good for him. I was happy for him and not jealous in the least. Well, I was happy for him, that much is true, and I looked forward to seeing him again when he would be coming back home for Christmas break. Until then, I had to try to get my act together.

As a reintroduction, I'm David, an eighteen year old virgin, and with no likely victims on the horizon that would change that situation either. I had no car so my prospects were dim indeed. Occassionally I would tag along with some other friends and hit the bars desperately trolling for companionship, but without success. 

I lacked confidence as it was, and if I had managed to persuade some unwitting female to be with me, what would I do then? Have them ride to my house in the back seat of a car full of drunks to my house? Sneak up the stairs of my house without waking my family? Not a likely scenario. My only prayer would be to find a girl with their own place and their own car.

Well, if they had that they sure as hell didn't need me, because frankly I was not that great a catch. I had very average and completely boring looks, someone so nondescript that I easily bacame wallpaper. A little over six foot tall and around 200 pounds, brown hair that I was growing longer in an attempt to get a little character into my boring look. Since everyone in 1970 was growing their hair long, that certainly did nothing to make me stand out. I should have shaved my head, in retrospect.

Anyway, one weekend in the fall I had nothing much to do, which was not a rare, but I also wasn't scheduled to work that weekend, which would certainly do little for my future finances. I suppose I could have stayed home and studied, but why would I do that and risk succeeding? I thought it would be a better idea to go down to New York City for the day on Saturday, figuring it would be much better to be bored down there than upstate.

I hopped on a bus that Saturday morning with little money, low expectations and no plans. I had gotten a New York paper at the bus terminal so I could get some ideas on what to do when I got down there, and settled in for the long ride. 

I arrived at Port Authority just before noon and went out to the street. It was a brisk autumn day and it was just staring to drizzle ever so slightly. The drizzle soon turned to rain and even though I had no concrete plans, this would severely curtail my options.

I walked around in the rain for a time, long enough to realize that getting drenched and walking around in soggy clothes was not going to improve the enjoyment of the day. Passing several theatres, I decided that I should duck in for a flick until the rain let up. 

I was the Times Square area, circa 1970, which bears no resemblance to the Times Square of today. During that era there were a lot of theatres, and virtually all of them XXX. So really, I didn't have much of a choice. Yeah, I was forced into it! Seriously, I would have made the same decision even if there were other options, but this allowed me to take a higher moral ground, if indeed there is any higher moral ground to be found in a 42nd Street grindhouse.

Adult theatres were a rarity back home in upstate New York. There were a couple of them around, but you didn't want to get caught frequenting them, as that sort of news traveled fast in small neighborhoods. I had gone to one of them right after turning eighteen as sort of a rite of passage, but only under cover of darkness, slithering around and waiting until the coast was clear before sneaking up to the door like a criminal.

Being in NYC was a different thing altogether. I was as invisible as could be down there, lost in the vast sea of humanity. I picked a theatre with the most interesting titles for the lowest admission price and slunk on in. 

For a couple of bucks, this wasn't a bad deal. You got three movies for one admission price. The theatre itself must have been really something back in its day. Today was clearly not its day however, as its Art Deco look had decayed and faded badly with the passing years. 

The aroma of the theatre reminded me of a locker room and a particularly foul one at that. They had a concession stand which defied description. The only sight possibly scarier than the discolored popcorn nestled inside the grungy machine was the droopy-eyed, slack-jawed cretin drooling behind the counter. Yikes!

Inside, you had a wide variety of seats to choose from, giving you the option of deciding precisely which part of your ass you wanted impaled by a loose spring. I picked the least painful seat and sat down, planning to watch maybe one movie if it was any good, and then go check on the weather.

Four hours later, I staggered back out onto the street. The rain must have stopped long ago, as the streets were barely damp. It wasn't dark yet, but the day was pretty much shot. 

Great! I had just wasted the day watching three porn flicks of varying quality. Some old geezer tried to sit on my lap, accidently I'm sure (it was very dark in there) and some other guy plopped next to me and started jerking off, not accidently I feared. It was probably a good thing that he did too, or else I might have never left there. As it was, it took a considerable effort to pry my sneakers off the floor when I did try to flee. I'd become almost sealed to the floor (soda I had hoped)while being mesmorized by the seedy delights on screen.

That was just what I needed in my state of mind, sitting through an afternoon of watching other people fuck. Hell, I could have done that at home, and had. While eating a slice of pizza, I tried to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. The buses left every hour until midnight, so my options were wide open. Problem was, I didn't have many ideas.

On the wall of a construction site there were a bunch of posters advertising things going on in the city. Not many of them seemed like anything I wanted to do, or if they sounded good had already come and gone. One poster did catch my eye. There was a concert at Hunter College that night, featuring the James Gang.

As a historical note for those too young to know, the James Gang were a fairly successful rock group back in the late 60's and early 70's. They released several albums and had a few hit singles, the most popular being "Walk Away". The leader of the group, Joe Walsh, later had a solo career before finally ending up as a guitarist in the cash machine known as The Eagles. 

The concert was at 7:30, so I still had a couple of hours to get there, wherever Hunter College was. Depending on how long a walk it was, I might be cutting it close as far as catching the last bus. Still and all, it was better than doing nothing. If left to my own instincts, I would probably end up in another porn theatre.

I started walking uptown, because judging by the address on the poster, this was going to be a hike. On the way I stopped at a liquor store and got a bottom of what had become a favorite of mine. At that time I was a wine afficiando of sorts and was an unabashed fan of a delicate wine with a rich oak flavor, fruity bouquet and pleasing aftertaste. Ripple was the wine that many discriminating teenagers chose at that time. I drank the swill out of the bag as discreetly as possible while I walked uptown.

I managed to find the place with very little time to spare and tried to find out where they were selling tickets. Well, as it turned out they weren't selling any tickets. SOLD OUT.

I stood around for awhile, unsure what to do now. I just walked a long way for nothing and was now faced with the prospect of a long walk back. My knowledge of the NYC transportation system only extended as far as Shea and Tankee stadiums. My previous attempts at exploration usually got me into trouble, often ending me up farther away than when I started.

Just then a girl walking through the crowd of people milling around the entrance caught my attention. She was holding a ticket and asking if anyone wanted to buy it. I moved in front of her as she passed by and asked her how much she wanted for it. She said she only wanted what it had cost her, which was four dollars. I snapped it up quickly just before another guy who was heading her way could move in. I thanked her and went on in, knowing that at least the night would not be a complete loss.

I went in and found my seat, which was about twelve rows from the stage on the far left, and suffered through the set by the opening act. Toward the end of their set, the girl who had sold me the ticket slid down the aisle and sat next to me. Shortly after she got to her seat the opening band wrapped up. The girl looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

"I've got good timing, don't I?" she laughed.

I nodded affirmatively but added that she hadn't missed much. For whatever reason, instead of withdrawing back into my cocoon as was my usual custom, I spoke up. "My name's David, Dave" I offered eventually. 

"From what I heard I think you're right. They did sound rank. My name's Doreen" she answered while sticking out her hand.

I reached out my hand to grasp hers, making sure that I was going to give the right handshake, as there were so many to choose from back then. Regular handshake, no problem. I looked at her for really the first time. I guessed her to be my age, but I was a bad judge of things like that. She was about five foot four and seemed on the slender side, although it was tough to tell with the loose fitting long sleeved blouse she was wearing. 

She had somewhat of a Mediterranian appearance, curly dark brown shoulder length hair and beautiful olive skin. Very, very cute. Translation: very much out of my league. Therefore I was very surprised when she asked if I was going outside to smoke and then asked if she could join me.

Outside, the air had turned much cooler during the short time I had been inside, although perhaps it was just the contrast from the balmy atmosphere of the concert hall. Doreen explained that her roommate was supposed to go to the concert with her tonight but got stuck working an extra shift. I was trying to figure out a way to ask whether the roommate was a he or a she, but drew a blank. What a freakin' great conversationalist I was. It didn't seem to bother Doreen in the least however as she kept the conversation going as a monologue.

She was so incredibly likeable that she soon had managed to made me feel very comfortable, so much so that we were soon acting like old friends, talking about everything under the sun. Outside of her habit of saying that virtually everything was far out, there was nothing not to like about her. 

I made a vow to myself that I would not retreat into the shell that my lack of confidence would always send me to. Nobody here knew me. If I bombed out down here, there was no harm done, because I would never see any of these people again. I just had to try and be the same person with Doreen that I was when around my friends. That generally took quite a while, and that kind of time I didn't have here.

We talked so long that we had to hustle to get back inside before the show started. The James Gang came out and played. To be honest, I truly don't remember a lot about it. I know I enjoyed it, but I was distracted by my new friend. She was bouncing around toward the end of the concert, dancing madly, and I found myself joining her. If my friends could have seen me then, they would not have believed their eyes.

The show ended and we joined the herd slowly filing out the exits. I let out a couple of baaahs which she found hilarious for some reason. She had such an infectious laugh that I longed to hear it again.

The cool air was a real wake up call as we got outside. I was trying to figure out what to do at this point. I didn't have a whole lot of money, so going to a bar was out of the question. I looked down at my watch to try and see what time it was, because the last bus left at midnight. Doreen saw me looking at my watch.

"Uh, do you have to be heading somewhere, David?" she asked. I started to tell Doreen about my bus schedule and everything but caught myself in time.

"No, not really" I replied.

Well, if you want we could go the store and get some brews and hit my place, if you don't have anything else going on that is."

I managed to stammer out something that sounded like I though that would be okay, and we began walking. At that moment I realized that I was kissing that last bus goodbye. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know where I was headed, but it had to be better than that bus.

We went to this little market that she said was near her place and headed toward the beer cooler, where I asked her to grab something she liked. I grabbed a six pack of Rhinegold Beer. They used to advertise on Mets games and it was cheap, which was important. The cheap part was the selling point, not the Mets part, my being a Yankee fan. Doreen surprised me by snatching a six pack of Ballantine Cream Ale. Good grief, that stuff was toxic! She would move way up on the approval rating if she actually drank the stuff.

We grabbed a bag of chips and went to the register. After the guy at the counter rang up the stuff, I began to think that tonight might be different for me. I had forgotten that I had spent more money that I had figured earlier in the day (I also confess that when I was at that theatre I had caved in and bought some M&M's and Junior Mints from Dr. Phibes) and was running precariously low on funds. 

I panicked momentarily when I saw the total, but was elated when I found I had money to spare. I had a dollar left to my name. With my normal luck I wouldn't have had enough for the stuff and would have looked like a chump putting things back.

We hit the bricks once more and it was only a short time before we got to her place. It was a kind of seedy looking building and we had to walk up to the third floor. Her apartment was not exactly lavish. Spartan at best, with a kitchen that looked like the Kramden's on The Honeymooners, only with some cool posters on the wall. We cracked open a couple of beers and she knocked back one of those Ballantines like it was water. A cute girl with a great sense of humor, loves music and beer? Is that possible?

Doreen put a few albums onto the turntable and went into the bathroom. Steppenwolf filled the room as I cased out the joint. Not many albums, but good quality ....Traffic, Janis, Jeff Beck Group, The Kinks ....oooh I love this girl already! What the hell am I going to say when she comes out of the bathroom? I had to think of something! Something funny, something clever, something that doesn't make me sound as nervous and as inept as I felt.

Doreen came out of the bathroom and came over to me as I nervously pawed through her albums.

"Uh, cool record selection," I muttered.

"Yeah? Some are mine and some are Joni's."

Joni! A girl. Fantastic! I figured the roommate was a girl or else I wouldn't be here, but it was nice to be certain. I finished the dregs of the Rhinegold and began to try and make witty converstion when Doreen put her arms around my neck and kissed me. After the initial shock I managed to regroup and return the affection. Doreen's lips were a little thin, but she was enthusiastic about it. Seconds later, I felt her tongue trying to work its way in, which I eagerly permitted. Doreen's hands swiftly slid down from my neck and squeezed my butt cheeks through my jeans.

"So, you wanna ball?" she cooed while smiling slyly and looking up at me with the most adorable expression.

I truly don't recall what I said in response. All I do remember is being led by the hand through the kitchen into what I assumed was her bedroom. I was in a state of shock. All the years of hoping, praying and planning for this moment, and here it was.

Doreen was busily lighting candles that were on the dresser and night table. Soon the room was ablaze with candlelight and the smell of incense was in the air. I stood there lamely watching as Doreen unsnapped her jeans and pulled them off. She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her socks. She was down to her panties (pink) and her blouse. I was standing there in the middle of the room fully dressed like a moron. I must have looked like I was waiting for a train.

To be perfectly honest, the thought of bolting out the door crossed my mind, as dumb as this sounds now. I was terrified. I had thought and planned so much about this moment all during my teenage years that when it was on the verge of becoming a reality, I was starting to freak out. Time out! Help!

Doreen looked back at me and laughed. 

"I'm way ahead of you David! Are you gonna make me go over there and rip those clothes off you, cuz I will you know!" 

I laughed nervously and started pulling my clothes off as Doreen pulled the sheets on the bed down. My brain must have started to short circuit because I started worrying about everything. Maybe I should call home and tell them I would not be coming home. Water bed, I noticed. I tried to analyze that. Is that good or bad for your first time? How the hell would I know? Who cares, dipshit! I needed to get my head out of my ass and into what was going on. 

I was finally down to my underwear as I watched Doreen leaning over the headboard to grab for more candles. What a cute little butt! Gorgeous thighs! The copper colored skin and those tiny pink panties were a potent combination. I began to forget how nervous I was as my cock started rising and got very hard, very fast. Doreen sprang back to her feet and slowly peeled off her top. Underneath the top she was quite naked. 

Doreen was not wearing a bra. In that era not many girls did, it seemed. It was obvious that Doreen probably didn't ever wear one. Doreen's breasts were small and conical, and drooped a bit because of the lack of support they got from a bra. Some guys back then used to call this type of breasts banana tits. Me, I thought they looked sensational. 

Virtually the entire ends of Doreen's breasts consisted of surprisingly large, puffy crimson aureolas with thick stubby nipples jutting out stiffly. I was crazy about them and her.

"Oh, wait. Let me get some beers," Doreen shouted and padded off to the kitchen. I pulled down my underwear and stood there in the middle of the bedroom naked, my cock standing out in front of me like a flagpole.

Is that good, I wondered? Should I have an erection already? Is that insulting? Does it mean I'm too eager? Shit, I was eager. I began having reservations about the whole thing. Damn, I wish my cock was bigger. I pulled on it for a second, wishing it would grow beyond its pitiful six inches (alright, not quite six inches but real close!) and be something like my friend Kenny's weapon. That would impress her! If I kept on pulling on it this would be over before it started. 

Mercifully then, Doreen skipped back into the bedroom with some beers, setting them on the night table. 

"Ta-da!" Doreen exclaimed while holding her hands out like a dancer finishing her act, then looked down at my erection, which was shaking along with the rest of me.

Doreen smiled and walked over to me. She put her left arm around my neck while grabbing my cock with her right hand, squeezing it firmly.


Fall 1970 Ch. 02



Thank you so much for your response to the first part of Fall 1970, which was overwhelming to say the least. This is the conclusion.

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to my delight the evening is not yet done...

"Hi Joni!" I finally managed to blurt out. She smiled while looking up at me from behind my cock, which was showing increasing interest in this new found friend.

"Sure hope I didn't scare you babe," Joni said. She had a little southern kind of drawl in her raspy voice that reminded me of Janis Joplin in a way. "I just got home and Dor started talking about you, said she had a cool guy in here who humped her brains out all night. When she told me you had a fat pecker that she had trouble getting her mouth around, well hell, that got my attention. Dor told me to come in here and check you out, so here I am. You okay with that babe?"

Joni was so flat out blunt and honest in a completely uninhibited way that I burst out laughing while nodding. Doreen came wiggling into the room still naked, plopped down on the bed next to me and kissed my cheek.

"Hi Davy, I see you met Joni" Doreen said while giggling. "Ain't she something?"

"Uh, yeah, she sure is. Kind of shy though", I remarked dryly.

Joni let out a husky laugh and went back to her business. I had mentioned in a earlier story that I had only had oral sex one time in my life prior to this evening. It was a rather unpleasant experience and kind of painful. For anyone that thinks there is no such thing as a bad blow job, think again. Doreen had done a little work in that area earlier that evening. That was the extent of my experience in that arena.

I soon learned that I had never really had oral sex before, at least nothing like this. Joni held my cock in her hand, slowly pumping the shaft with a twisting motion, her tongue working around the tip and along the swollen ridge of the crown. Joni's mouth slowly took in the head and worked its way down. Her head began a slow bobbing motion up and down my cock, each time down taking a little more in, while her tongue danced on the underside of the shaft and her fist kept pumping deliberately.

I watched this incredible oral exhibition continue on my now quite swollen and throbbing cock, enjoying it as both a spectator and participant. Doreen was playing with my nipples and running her hands up and down my body as this was going on. Joni then shifted her postion and was lying directly between my legs. She held the base of my cock with both of her thumbs and index fingers while pressing down hard.

Joni's head thrust down and her mouth kept sliding and lurching down the shaft, almost like a snake swallowing a mouse. Joni almost took the whole thing in her mouth and then slowly brought her mouth back up, all the time sucking like crazy. She was sucking with such intensity that I felt my hips rising off the bed as she drew back. Down once more she plunged, this time her face was buried in my pubic hair and her lips were around the base of the shaft.

The only thing I remember saying was something like ARRRGHHHHH! I was going out of my mind! I felt like I was going to burst. Joni's head went back up with agonizing slowness, still sucking vigorously, her fingers dancing between the base of my cock and my balls. My hips rose to meet her, my back arching, not wanting to break off this maddening pleasure. 

Joni had no intention of stopping anything however. She plunged back down with full force once more, her mouth hitting the base of my prick and seeming to want more, almost trying to take in my balls as well.

At this point I was sweating like a pig and actually making animal sounds of some sort. Noises I didn't even know existed were coming out of me. Joni pulled back again and I looked down to see her lips fastened on the tip of my cock, almost looking like she's trying to siphon my intestines out.

Whether it was from all the previous activity it had experienced, or as a result of Joni's mind-boggling manipulations, my cock had turned a deep dark crimson with a alarming purplish hue. While my cock was only average sized at best,(I didn't know it was thick until a minute ago, you can't tell by movies and who goes around comparing erections with guys?)it looked much bigger now. It looked angry and looked like it wanted to come.

I couldn't seem to come, although I wanted to. The reason I couldn't was that Joni would not let me, or at least that's the way I figured. I don't know what she was doing with her hands or whatever, but she was the conductor and I was the instrument. So while I squirmed and moaned helplessly on the bed, Doreen was licking my neck, nibbling under my arm and sucking my nipples. After I don't know how long, Joni stopped and stood up.

"Babe, if you don't mind I'd like to give that pole a ride. Dor, you don't mind do you? Hell, you started all this, you better not mind girl!" Joni cackled while starting to undress. "Keep Dave interested for a minute darlin'."

Doreen slid down and continued what Joni had been doing. Without being insulting, what Doreen was doing bore no relation to what had just been performed on me, but that was just as well because I could not have taken much more of that. So while Doreen kept me primed and ready I got to watch Joni undress.

Joni had strawberry blonde hair that was about shoulder length. She had been wearing a black satin uniform, sleeveless and about knee length. As she pulled the dress off I could see she was chubby, maybe about thirty or so pounds overweight, but very solid. My eyes drifted down past the blue eyes, the cherubic face and the smattering of freckles that were sprinkled over her shoulders and upper chest.

I'll stop there for a second. I admit to missing Doreen's armpit hair initially, although I still can't figure out how. This next natural womder was impossible to miss, or should I say wonders. Joni was wearing some kind of long line bra that looked very sturdy. It would have to be, because as she unhooked the contraption in front, out popped the biggest pair of breasts imaginable.

To say Joni was well endowed was to say that Wilt Chamberlain was tall. Joni's breasts were huge. Enormous torpedos that hung down to her waist, not in a droopy way but hey, that where they had to go, with gravity and mass and all. Doreen's breasts went down toward her waist too, but in a different way. Joni's nipples were not overly large, actually smaller than Doreen's, the aureolas a light pink. Joni had a thick but solid waist, and when her panties came off, she revealed a small light brown bush between her plump thighs. A real incredible package to view, and Joni was now ready to rejoin us.

"Dor, you keeping our boy in the mood I hope" Joni cracked. Doreen nodded in between licks.

"Oh yeah, but I could have stayed just as ready just watching you get undressed" I quipped, starting to feel a little full of myself.

"Oh babe you're a sweet talker ain't you? You don't have to tell me no tales now, you already got me in the sack" Joni said.

"No lies, just facts" I said with complete honesty, because I found her incredibly attractive.

Joni smiled and laid down opposite Doreen, who was holding my still stiff cock. Doreen pointed my cock over to Joni who gave the head a little suck and lick before Doreen pulled it back over for herself. Back and forth my cock went between these two beautiful women. I could barely contain myself. Life could not get any more exciting than this.

Well actually I guess it could, I soon learned. They began licking my cock together, Joni's lips on the left, Doreen's on the right, treating my prick like a ice cream cone. Up and down they went for a time, and then Doreen started sucking on the left side of the head and Joni on the right. Their tongues were darting around the ridge of the head and then suddenly their tongues met and dueled playfully. My cock was caught in the middle of what became an incredibly passionate kiss.

I turned away quickly and tried to think of something, anything but what I had been watching. I put my forearm over my face and tried to remember what Joe Pepitone's batting average was last season, my grandmother in her support hose, anything but watching Joni and Doreen going at it.

"What's the matter Davy?"

That voice was Doreen's, that much I knew. I don't know at what point this evening/morning I became Davy. My mom used to call me that and it would drive me nuts. It was driving me crazy when Doreen said it too, but in a totally different way. Think of Spiro Agnew in a bikini, quick!

"Well judging by the rock hard hunk of meat I got in my hand he ain't offended, that's for sure."

That was Joni, thanks for the help dear.

"You can look again babe, we won't do that again" Joni said.

So I uncovered my eyes, after which Joni proceeded to grab the back of Doreen's head and pulled her close, kissing her passionately again. Arrrgggghhhh!

"I better mount this big boy before he starts spitting all over the place" Joni cracked as she got up. "I'm so wet myself I'm practically dripping now." 

With amazingly graceful athleticism Joni vaulted up and straddled me, and as Doreen held my cock up straight, I slid inside Joni.

How amazingly different this was. Joni was not as tight as Doreen was, but as Joni began to slowly move up and down me I felt incredible sensations. It was almost like Joni was manipulating me again. It seemed like Joni's vaginal muscles were kneading my prick, sending undulating sensations over my entire cock.

I looked up and Joni was slowly rocking back and forth with her eyes closed, just sort of drifting along and enjoying the ride. Her massive breasts slowly swayed back and forth, rolling side to side in an motion just a beat behind the rest of her. Joni's hands were on her thighs as she came forward, and those magificent breasts were hanging right in front of my face. 

I reached up and squeezed them, hefting them and marveling at their breathtaking size. The nipples were already hard when I grabbed them. Joni let out a little moan but maintained the steady rocking motion. I was in to the hilt and Joni controlled the show, so I laid back and relaxed while her pussy worked its magic. Doreen knelt by Joni's side, occasionally rubbing her back and shoulders, but mostly just watching us. When our eyes met she gave me a big smile, mouthed a kiss and gave me a head motion that seemed to ask if I was having fun. Was this fun? I nodded with an even bigger grin and returned the kiss.

Around this point I began to believe that I could go on like this forever and not come. It was so wonderful just being on the brink like that but not going over. Maybe I was just out of ammo, I thought. I must be down a quart by now. Maybe it was Joni that kept me from coming, as she seemed to have remarkable skills.

Eventually, Joni began picking up the pace, rocking back and forth with greater intensity, her breathing grew heavier and she began throwing her head around. Soon she was whimpering and leaning back a little. Doreen held her shoulder as Joni cried out and I felt my cock being crushed by a series of convulsions inside of her. It seemed like her orgasm would never end, as wave after wave seemed to wash over Joni. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I felt I was drowning inside of her, she was so wet. I had managed to withstand that sight and sound spectacular and was still hard as a rock. When our eyes met Joni's smile got wider and she shook her head.

"Damn babe, you're still with me here? I figured I would have taken you with me that time. That was soooooo good darlin'."

"I'm more surprised than you are" I said. I was discovering that I enjoyed watching and hearing girls orgasm as much as having them myself.

"Well, I'm gonna get you off now babe, you wait" Joni announced.

Joni began rocking my world once more, her magical muscles playing my cock like a flute. Doreen climbed behind Joni and straddled my lower legs, looking at me over Joni's shoulder. Doreen then reached around under Joni's arms and cupped Joni's breasts. 

Well, cupped might be an bit strong as a description, as Doreen's tiny hands seemed overwhelmed by the size of Joni's magnificent breasts. The sight was incredibly stimulating and I fought to keep control, but I'm sure my eyes were bulging out of their sockets.

"I think we're getting to him now Dor!" Joni laughed as Doreen kept kneading and tweaking Joni's tits. 

I managed to keep holding back however, and laughed defiantly.

"It'll take more than that to make me come!" I announced, although we all knew I was full of it. 

In a couple of minutes Joni began thrusting again in earnest and had another orgasm and although it was not as strong as the first one, it was still fun to watch.

"Oh babe, you're wearing me out" Joni said as sweat rolled off her body in sheets.

I took that as the most incredible compliment. I had been praying to be halfway respectable, being good was a bonus I hadn't expected. Good? Hell, all I was doing was laying there, Joni was doing all the work! Doreen climbed off from behind Joni and came around to kneel beside her.

"We'll get Davy now" Doreen said with a devilish twinkle in the eye. 

With that Doreen started kissing Joni's neck and breasts, sucking the nipples and licking all over. I knew I was going to lose this contest, but there was going to be a great consolation prize at the end.

I let out a little squeak and said that I was still there, but barely. Doreen then grabbed Joni's face and they began necking up a storm. I looked away but was told to turn back around.

"No fair babe, you gotta watch!" Joni exclaimed.

Fair is fair so I watched this incredible sight while Joni's pussy muscles did an accordion style number on my prick.

Doreen suddenly stopped and whispered something in Joni's ear that made her laugh.

Joni suddenly put her hands behind her head and posed. "Sorry, I can't help you there babe, I'd get fired from the bar with that look for sure."

It took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about, but then it hit me. Joni was showing me her underarms, which were silky smooth and hairless, glistening with sweat in the dancing candlelight. For someone with a small mouth, Doreen's sure got big sometimes.

"That's alright, your underarms are nice too" I told her, and stuck my tongue out at Doreen.

Doreen went back to whispering in Joni's ear.

"Oh, you kinky devil Davy! You figured out how to trip her switch, didn't you babe? No fair stealing my moves!" Joni exclaimed while looking at me with mock horror.

Doreen then got closer to Joni and lifted her arm. Joni leaned over and began kissing and licking Doreen's armpit, her tongue sliding through the same delightfully furry hollow that my tongue had visited earlier. 

So ended my dream of invincibility, as my cock blasted inside of Joni about a second later, spasming and erupting with an intensity that got Joni's attention. She contracted her muscles and seemed to be intent upon milking me dry.

As my orgasm peaked Joni yelled out "THAR HE BLOWS!" I don't know whether it was what she said or her delivery, but that got me laughing hysterically. There I was, still orgasming and laughing like a deranged madman. Soon we were all laughing like crazed loons, finally ending up exhausted and tangled in a heap.

If it would be possible to stop time dead in its tracks, to pick a moment in time to live in for eternity, that would be my moment. Just laughter and love, no pain or sorrow. At that moment there were no bills, no worrying about kids or jobs, no war or unrest. I was still too young and ignorant to really know anything about the world. Life doesn't work like that, but it's nice to dream.

We completely filled the bed, our bodies contorted in every possible direction. Doreen went out to the bathroom, promising to stop on the way back for refreshments. While she gone, I got a chance to look at Joni for the first time. She had a farm girl type complexion and I figured she was older than Doreen, so maybe she didn't go to college. I was curious so I asked her if she went to school with Doreen.

"Heck no darlin', my school days are long gone. I work... and work and work" she said with little enthusiasm. "I'm working two jobs now, about ninety hours a week. That's where I was last night, working behind the bar. I usually do the afternoon shift, but the night gal called in sick. When you get a shot at Saturday night you take it because that's good money and we need it. I gotta get up in a little while to go to my other job, if I end up getting to sleep at all that is."

I told Joni that while I was sorry she missed the concert, there was no way I would be here with them if she had made the show, so I guess I wasn't really all that sorry after all. Doreen returned with two beers, which was all that remained.

"Ta-da! Only two beers left and three people. We're gonna have to share!" Doreen exclaimed while bouncing into the room.

"Dor, we don't wanna be sharing no drinks, that might be unsanitary," Joni howled. "Who knows what we'll catch from each other!"

While we passed the beer around, Doreen started looking at me in a coy and seductive way, while she began running her hand gently over my body. She looked like she did in the kitchen when we got here earlier, about...who knows how many hours ago? There were no clocks around that I could see but it was probably going to be light soon. No way sweetheart, I thought to myself, and I prayed she wouldn't say what she said next.

"Davy...?" Doreen purred seductively. 

"Girl are you out of your mind?" Joni said. "Let the guy rest awhile, willya? Are you trying to kill him off?"

"I'm horny Joni" Doreen said pouting. "Watching you guys got me hot again."

"You were born horny Dor!" Joni cracked. "When the hell aren't you horny?"

I looked down at my trusty weapon, which sadly was showing no visible signs of life and no prospects for an immediate comeback either.

"My spirit is really willing but I don't think my flesh is able" I said, wiggling my sore member in an attempt to revive it. "Maybe if I take him for a walk he'll come back to life" I offered, and staggered off to the bathroom.

Safely inside, I leaned back against the door and exhaled deeply, looking to the ceiling for help. I can't do it. Too much too soon. Why couldn't this night be stretched out over a week? I looked at my reflection in the mirror and recoiled. 

What a disaster I was! I looked like I did after an ill-advised attempt at trying out for varsity football during high school. My palms, elbows and knees were rubbed raw, my cock was sore and I ached all over. Strangely enough, I had never felt so fantastic in all my life. 

I pulled on myself frantically after releasing some beer. Nothing happening at all, no response. I washed it in warm water, and although it felt better, nothing. I didn't want to let her down but what could I do? Go back in and hope they were asleep, which seemed my only hope. 

When I got back to the bedroom, they were definitely not asleep. I was treated, however, to an amazing view of Joni's big round milky white buttocks facing me when I entered the room. She was on all fours and her head was buried in between Doreen's legs. I hurried over to see what I was missing, diving into the bed next to Doreen, who was grinning wickedly.

"Joni's hungry!" Doreen quipped.

I looked down and all I could see were Joni's eyes and the top of her head, the rest of face hidden by Doreen's lush forest. I massaged Doreen's breast while watching Joni attack Doreen with the same intensity she had me. Joni looked up through the fur and asked me to come down and help. I was now about to explore yet more new territory.

Joni rolled over, pulling Doreen's thigh over her head and resting it on her shoulder. Joni's hand slid through the bush and spread the lips open for me.




Fall 1970 Ch. 02



"Kind of hard to find without a hedge trimmer, but it's well worth the hunt babe" Joni said assuredly.

So with that guidance, I moved my face between Doreen's legs and ran my tongue inside her. I wasn't sure what I was really supposed to do, so I just started lapping away energetically, hoping I was at least somewhere near her clitoris. I knew what it was I was supposed to be looking for, but was clueless about what it looked like or the exact location.

I'm sure I didn't do very well, but there were no complaints. I inhaled deeply, taking in her rich aromatic bouquet which was a heady mix of all our bodily fluids. If Glade put it in a can I'd buy it by the case.

After licking around a bit, I rolled over and let Joni back at it. This time I watched more closely, holding Joni's blonde locks back in order to get a better view of this sight, which was so erotic it was driving me insane. After studying Joni's technique a bit more, I ducked back in for another shot at it. 

I think I was getting better at it because I could sense Doreen getting excited during my efforts this time. I leaned back to let Joni in again, since she seemed to have a better handle on this. As I watched Joni licking away, I began to feel... well, it was coming back. Not the blue steel of earlier that evening to be sure, but it might be getting serviceable. 

I stood up and went over to the foot of the bed, looking with interest at a very inviting sight. Should I? I went up to Joni's rear end and squeezed her hips. Joni's knees were on the end of the bed and I moved up between Joni's legs and with my cock in hand rubbed around back there. If I could get myself in her with this almost erection I had managed to achieve, just maybe I could pull this off. Why not?

I confess that this did not go real smoothly. I rubbed my dick around the general area, looking for that elusive pussy. I decided that I had three things going against me from the start. 

One, I was not all that stiff, and every second of fumbling caused a decrease in confidence, which translated to less erection. 

Two, it was pretty dark back there at the foot of the bed and any candlelight that did reach down that way was blocked by Joni's luscious very full moon. 

Three, I had a very limited knowledge of female anatomy, and I never realized it more than at that moment. A few hours of training does not make you an expert, no matter how intense the course or how great the instructors.

Joni, bless her heart, came to the rescue. Feeling my fumbling she swiveled her head around to see what was going on.

"Someone knocking at my back door Dor" Joni said. "Your choice babe. Just plug yourself into either outlet, they're both fine by me. Just let me know where you're going darlin' and I'll get you there."

"Uh, I want to boldly go where I'd been before" I quipped, altering slightly the introduction of a TV show that I enjoyed. While the other option sounded intriguing, I thought that might be too advanced a lesson for me to be able handle just yet.

With that Joni leaned down further and raised her backside higher. Ahhhh... it all becomes so much clearer now! Seconds later I'm in again, and feeling Joni once again doing her thing over my re-energized organ. I held Joni's hips and moved back and forth, the motion of the bed doing much of the work for both of us, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together erotically resonating in my ears. 

In the meantime Joni continued to go down with enthusiasm on Doreen, and although I could no longer see the intimate interaction, I could the expression Doreen's face as her eyes began getting glazed over. I tried to keep up with the action, but I was beginning to run out of steam. Without warning Joni pulled off and rolled to the side of the bed.

"All yours babe, take your girl home" Joni said.

I fell onto Doreen and miraculously slid right in, with minor assistance from Joni. Doreen was indeed almost there and I pounded away as best I could. It wasn't pretty, in fact it was sloppy and sweaty and downright tough to watch I'll bet, but when Doreen started moaning, and she pulled my head down to her neck, I was bound and determined to last. 

She came with a savage fury, sinking her teeth into my collarbone with such force that her teeth marks were visible for a week after. A badge of honor I wore proudly, except around the house. I came shortly after, a tingly orgasm that felt great but sort of dribbled out of me, even that only thanks to Joni's persistent milking of my balls from behind.

We lay in each other's arms afterward, basking in the warm and mellow feeling. I looked down and motioned for Joni, sitting alone at the edge of the bed, to come up and join us. She did eagerly and with my arms around them, Doreen on one side and Joni on the other, I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep as dawn started peeking in the window.

I don't know how long I slept, but it had become brighter outside when I woke. Both my arms were asleep, and I tried to extricate myself from the ladies without waking them. Nature was calling and that inspired me to get out fast.

I went into in the bathroom and took a leak. I noticed someone's wrist watch on the shelf above the toilet, 8:30. I wondered what I should do. I knew I had better get home at some point. My folks were pretty good about my coming and goings, especially on weekends, so that wasn't much of a problem. It wouldn't have done any good to try to call anyway because they didn't have a phone here.

I did notice that I was pretty funky, and didn't want to subject a bunch of people on the bus to my scent of sweat, beer, semen and other bodily fluids. I looked at the shower and thought I had better take one, even a quick and quiet one would be better than nothing. As I stood there looking at the shower fixtures, trying to get a handle on the set up, the door popped open and Joni came in.

"Mornin' babe, hope I don't look as bad as you do" Joni said sleepily and kissed me on the cheek. She was as naked as I was but looked much less the worse for wear.

I assured her she looked lovely and she told me I was full of shit. She then sat down and took a tinkle with me standing there. I was kind of shocked and started to leave.

"Don't go running off babe, I'm not gonna lay any pipe. Besides, it's only beer and you coming out" she quipped.

I had to laugh. Joni was just so upfront and honest, and not in a rude manner. It was just "here I am as I am, take it or leave it!" She was unlike anyone I had ever met before and I was crazy about her.

The bathroom scene was no turn on for me and I didn't watch, but I did hang around. When she finished Joni got up and grabbed some towels from under the sink.

"You were headed for the shower weren't you babe? Joni asked. "The plumbing is ass backwards here, like everything else around this dump."

Joni got the water going and told me to check the temperature to see if it was how I liked it. I told her it was fine and she tossed the towels on a hamper and hopped in the shower, holding the curtain open.

"Hop in babe. C'mon, don't give me no crap about being the shy type either. Save water, save the planet, all that crazy shit. It's crazy to shower alone when you don't have to darlin'!"

Incredible, I was trying to figure out how I would tell my friend Kenny about all this and still make it somewhat believable. Joni started scrubbing my back and when she got done I did hers. Soft creamy white shoulders sparkled under the soothing spray. I wanted to stay and do a freckle census on Joni for the rest of the day.

Lathering my hands, I began soaping her breasts. I mentioned that this was a job that was going to call for a lot more soap, and she laughed that husky laugh that I adored.

"Glad you like them babe because my back thinks it's hell lugging them around all the time" Joni replied.

My hands went down to the soft fur between her legs, but she cut me off at the pass.

"I can't have you working down there babe. I gotta be at the restaurant in a couple of hours and if you start in there I'll never make it."

Joni did her intimate cleaning and then started scrubbing my chest before working downward. She started to ask me if she should go any lower and then stopped.

"Damn, what the hell is he pointing at me for? What do I have to do to keep him happy?" she chuckled.

I couldn't help it, nor did it try to stop it. The pleasurable chore of washing Joni's breasts was the cause, although I was surprised that it rose so rapidly on its own despite the early hour.

"Can't let him go away mad" Joni said, and without further adieu knelt in front of me and took me into her mouth. I could not believe what was happening!

This time Joni was all business, no teasing or making it last. She was going to make me come and come fast. She plunged down on me hard, sucking and pumping while kneading my balls. When the end came I braced myself against the side of the stall, looking desperately for something to hold onto, while Joni sucked with incredible intensity.

"I"m c..c..coming Joni coming... arrghhh.." I gasped, trying to pull her head back before I shot my load. Joni responded by grabbing my butt cheeks hard and forcing me closer. Joni's tongue did its magical things while I felt myself erupt down her throat, a seemingly endless series of spurts that she accepted eagerly, with her face buried deep in my pubes. She was still sucking, siphoning if you will, while she slowly pulled back off me.

My knees were jelly and I felt totally drained as I leaned against the wall. Joni, on the other hand, resumed scrubbing as nonchalant as could be.

"I better hurry up and finish before that boy comes back to life" Joni said with a wink.

I assured her that there was no way in the world that could happen, because she had drained the entire life force out of me with that last episode. I offered to do something for her but she declined.

"I'm fine babe, you took good care of me last night. Besides, I get off giving head, believe it or not. I came when you did just now. Better to give than receive, you know?" 

No, I didn't know, but it was fun learning. We finished up and dried each other off and no, it did not come back up. I dressed in my grubby clothes from yesterday, all but the underwear, that would be too gross. As I dressed Joni was rattling things around in the kitchen, asking me if I wanted coffee.

I looked in on Doreen, who was contentedly snoozing away, looking as angelic as could be with the comforter pulled up to her neck. I tiptoed out to the kitchen and whispered to Joni, asking if she needed help.

"No need to whisper babe, you couldn't wake her up if you tried. Only thing that would wake her up is if you went in and rubbed your pecker under her nose. THEN she'd come back to life!" she chortled.

The coffee was ready soon enough, and we sat at the table talking. I wasn't much for coffee but it was an excuse to spend more time with Joni. I'm sure it is obvious to you by now I am also madly in love with her at this point as well. I was on an emotional roller coaster that, combined with no sleep was making me a little weird by this point.

"You probably think I'm some kind of pig, the way I came in and started in like I did, don't you babe?" Joni said bluntly.

I told her that I didn't think that at all. I wanted to tell her that loved her, and loved Doreen. I wanted to quit school, move down here and live in this Honeymooners style apartment for the rest of my life with them. 

"I only did that one other time before in my life, a few months ago. Most of the guys she brings home are assholes. I wouldn't touch them with gloves on. She doesn't even like them herself sometimes, I think. She just... hell I don't know what she's lookin' for, and she doesn't either" Joni drawled.

"You must have been different, I could tell the way she was speaking about you when I got home. She was excited talking about you, how nice and polite you were to her, treated with respect. She said you were so shy she almost had to take you by force" Joni said while grinning.

I had, hell I still have a goofy habit of opening up to people that open up to me, so not surprisingly I told Joni that up until twelve hours ago I was a virgin.

Coffee sprayed out of her mouth and even her nose it seemed, and she choked while trying to set the cup down, hacking away. I sat calmly while she got herself together again, feeling quite dorky.

"I'm sorry Dave, really. I wasn't laughing at you darlin', I just didn't even know they made them anymore" she said chuckling. "That's sweet."

Oh, they did make them, I assured her, but I was very happy they didn't come in this model any longer.

"You mean Doreen broke your maiden last night, and that I was the second?" 

I told her that I thought it must have been obvious from my inexperience that it was new to me.

"No way babe. You were fine, way more than fine Davy, and I've got way too much experience with ones that ain't. Dor must have given you a crash course and you're quick on the uptake." 

I wasn't sure whether I should take the bus or flap my arms and fly home, that's how great I felt at that moment. Joni asked me how old I was and when I told her eighteen, she rolled her eyes upward.

"Oh man, now there I go robbing the cradle. I'm goin' to hell for sure, that is if I ain't there already" she cackled.

She told me she was twenty eight, and although I wasn't able to tell before, in the morning light I began to see more clearly. I asked her more about herself, where she was from to start with, because with that twang it sure wasn't near here.

"Austin Texas darlin', born and raised. How'd I get here? Hell, that's a long and hard road and a sad story I'm not sure you want to hear. I'm more interested in how you managed to keep your cherry all that time. You some sort of holy roller or somethin'?" Joni asked with an upraised eyebrow.

I assured her that religion was not one of my vices and then went on one of my stream of semi-consciousness rants I usually just unleash on close friends. I told her was shy and had no self confidence and had trouble making conversation. These were all things that I had been able to overcome at least over the last twelve hours, I realized while I spoke,

Then I went on about how I was not good looking and felt inadequate in the parts department down below. I gave Joni a condensed version of how I had watched my best friend have sex, and when I had seen how long his cock was I felt even more intimidated than before. The only reason I was able to do anything like we done last night was because I was anonymous down here and I thought that failure would not feel as bad down here as it would back home. 

That's what I said, and probably all in one breath too. Joni then took over, and she had a lot to say.

"Davy, first of all there ain't nothing wrong with your looks. You ain't Paul Newman but hell, you ain't Alfred E. Newman either. Next, you guys and this pecker talk drives me crazy. First of all, what you got is fine and it's a fat one too babe. You got yourself a jawbreaker there and that's no lie. There ain't all that much difference in most of them, and if you like the guy it's attached to, it don't matter how big the damn thing is" Joni said before taking a sip of coffee.

"I was married to a guy back in Austin with a big pecker. Man, how huge that thing was! He was proud of that thing and liked to drill me with it every chance it got. Drilled every other gal in the city with it too on a regular basis. Brought me home a dose of the clap and tried to blame it on me even though I was as faithful as the day is long. I still loved him though, don't ask me why" she said while shaking her head slowly.

"He drank a lot after work, and then he started drinking during work too. Pretty soon there was a whole lot more drinkin' than workin'. Money got low and change got strange but I kept the faith. Stand by your man and all that crap, you know?" Joni mused.

"I would ask him to stop drinkin' or at least cut back some. I guess he didn't care for that advice so he'd slap me around. If I complained about the slapping he'd start punching. Soon he was doing more punching than drinking. Guess I should have keep my mouth shut when I was ahead, huh babe?"

I couldn't answer because I was in shock, just sitting there with my mouth open in disbelief.

"Finally I got tired of all the bullshit and I told him I was leaving him. He had bought me a nice wedding ring when we got hitched. He took it back that night, and almost took my finger too in the process" Joni said while holding up a slightly bent ring finger that I hadn't noticed before.

"Thing never did heal right. After he yanked the ring off my hand, I started turning away to leave. Next thing I remember, I'm on the floor bleeding like a stuck pig. He punched me so hard I went part way through the wall. I guess seeing that damage pissed him off more so he belted me again. Broken nose, a black eye and this" Joni said while opening her mouth and pulling open the side, exposing a gap on top where a couple of teeth used to be, back toward the molar, the only flaw in an otherwise perfect set of teeth.

"I tell myself that as soon as I get some money together I'm gonna get that fixed but I think I'll probably just end up keeping it the way it is. That way if I ever feel myself getting stupid over somebody like that again I'll run my tongue around that hole back there to bring myself back to earth" she said while shaking her head in disgust. 

"Anyway, he gets arrested for beating my ass. Stupid me goes and visits him in jail. I show him the dental work he did on me, expecting to hear how sorry he was and how he was gonna change and all that usual crap I'd heard a million times before."

"He says he's sorry all right, and when he gets out he's gonna fix all that. He says when he's gets out he'll come home and punch the rest of teeth down my throat. Then he'll rip my head off and shit down my neck. He was getting even more descriptive when I walked away with him still screamin' about how he'll find me no matter where I hide. I packed up what I could carry and headed east, looking over my shoulder every step of the way, even now. I stopped running when I hit the ocean here" Joni said sadly.

"What happens if he finds you?" I managed to croak weakly.

"Start swimming I guess" Joni offered with an amused look on her face. "Anyway babe, the point of the story is, it don't really matter what you look like, or how big your pecker is or isn't, or any other stupid shit like that. It's what's in your heart that matters. If I ever found a guy that treated me right, and loved and respected me I'd hold on tight and never let go. They just aren't out there, or maybe if they are they run when they see me, I guess."

Joni's voice was cracking toward the end and she got up and put her cup in the sink.

"Gotta get my act together here or I'm gonna be late" Joni said and headed into the bedroom to put her uniform on.

I was happy she left then because I was losing it in a major way. I went over to the sink and washed our cups. Tears were running down my face and my hands were shaking. Whether it was from anger or sorrow I couldn't tell. Probably both.

Why would somebody do something so horrible like that to someone like Joni? She was pretty and smart and so much fun to be around. Hell, my parents argued a lot too, sometimes. Nothing resembling what Joni went through. You yell, you cool off and forget it. What would possess someone to punch a woman, someone you claim to love? How could you live with yourself after that? If you're that mad, walk away for awhile. If you're still mad and can't get over it, just leave the person and end it.

All these things I wanted to say, but I didn't. What the hell did I know about any of this anyway? I was a goofy kid. Relationships, women, how am I an expert? I was so damn naive about everything else. I was probably way off on this as well, I thought to myself. Turns out it's probably the only thing I did have figured out right back then. 




Fall 1970 Ch. 02



Joni came out of the bathroom in a tan waitress uniform, hair and makeup done nicely.

"You did the dishes? You're a sweetheart babe, you're a keeper! What's your plan Davy? Gonna stick around and wait till she wakes up? It'll probably be around 2 before she gets up. Hang around if you want, not much to do around here until she wakes up. Plenty to do after she does though" Joni said with a wink.

"No, I guess I'd better head home. I don't even know where I am" I said while getting my wallet and keys off the table.

"If you want I'll walk with you some and point you in the right direction. We're going the same way and I got quite a hike myself. 

We headed toward the door, but I stopped and looked around for a piece of paper. I tore off part of the bag our beer was in and wrote my name and phone number on it and underlined 'call collect', Love, Dave. I ducked in the bedroom and kissed Doreen on the forehead. She seemed to smile a bit and I was so tempted to climb in next to her, but didn't.

Joni and I headed out to the street. In the morning light the area seemed even shabbier than it did the night before. The whole city did. Garbage was all over the place and people were snoozing in doorways. The whole city reeked of some foul indescribable aroma. 

There was a guy just ahead who was relieving himself against the front of a store. I was stunned at this and looked at Joni, who didn't blink or even break stride when she stepped over the stream of piss that trickled down the sidewalk in front of us on its way to the gutter.

We talked non-stop on the way to her restaurant, lighter conversation than before. We spoke about Doreen, how she was not doing well in school and might bomb out if she didn't get serious. Joni said that Doreen had a part-time job in a coffee shop nearby. "Chock Full O'Nuts ain't just the name of the coffee there either!" Joni said while laughing that marvelous husky laugh of hers.

I asked how they ended up together. It seemed they had found each other by chance. It had been Doreen's apartment and her roommate had bailed out on her. Joni heard from a co-worker about a friend of hers needing someone to share expenses, and the next thing she knew they were roommates. They had been there almost a year together, she announced proudly and when she told me the rent I about keeled over. That place cost more than my parent's mortgage. 

"Yeah, this is one expensive place to live, babe. We're hanging on by the skin of our teeth even with all the hours I work. Dor's gonna have to get more hours or something, but of course if she flunks out of school she'll have lots of time to work" Joni suggested.

"You really got off on that girl-girl stuff didn't ya, babe" Joni asked mischeviously.

"Uh, yeah I guess I did. I never saw anything like that before, in person I mean."

"I'm not a lesbian or anything like that you know darlin', I want you to know that, for some reason" Joni offered. "Doreen seduced me right after I moved in with her. I didn't stand a chance. I had never done anything like that before in my life. Dor's kind of, well she's got a way about her, she can get you doing stuff you never even thought of before. It's hard to spend any time around that gal and not fall in love with her."

"Yeah, I know." I responded.

"I don't wanna sound like I don't enjoy doing it, cause I do. I'd just never do it with any other woman though, at least I don't think I would. Ah, who the hell knows? Well here I am, hell sweet hell."

We stopped in front of the restaurant and Joni gave me directions and we said our goodbyes. I told Joni that I had left my number on the table and they should call me collect, because I would love to come down again sometime soon.

"We'd love to have ya, babe" Joni said. "I wish you were a local. You'd be real good for Doreen. She needs someone like you, somebody solid, an anchor or something like that. Someone to point her in the right direction. Ha! Listen to me. Some authority I am!"

Joni gave me a hug and a kiss before leaving.

"You seem like a good guy David, don't ever change." Joni said softly. She reached around, gave my ass a squeeze, winked and ducked into the restaurant.

I floated down to Port Authority Bus Terminal like I was on a cloud. As soon as my butt hit the bus seat I closed my eyes and relived everything that had happened, and dreamed about future visits down here.

I couldn't wait until Doreen or Joni called me up. Maybe when my friend Kenny came home for the holidays we could come down here together. Who would I be with? Who did I love more? I honestly did not know.

It was a pleasant way to drift into sleep, and the next couple of hours were spent blissfully thinking about the incredible night and morning that changed my life so much back in the fall of 1970.

epilogue...

When I got home I waited by the phone for a call. I left strict orders to accept any collect calls for me. As the days went by, and the days became weeks I became a little depressed but still hopeful. Christmas came around and I picked out a card that I thought was funny and sent it to them. I signed it 'To Doreen and Joni All my love David', and started to fill out the envelope. 

Doreen and Joni. No last names. I didn't know their last names. What an idiot I was, never even finding out their last names! I did know the address, remembering to write that down as I left, so I addressed it just Doreen and Joni and the address.

A few days after Christmas I got a card in the mail. It was the card I had mailed to them, returned stamped 'moved no forwarding address'.

It must have been the way I had addressed it, with no last names they probably didn't know where to deliver it, or maybe I got the street number transposed or something. So it was that in mind that I hopped on a bus in mid-January and went back down to NYC. I went down on the first bus in the morning so I could spend as much time as I could with them.

It was a bitterly cold day and the winds were howling as I walked to their apartment. I retraced my route from the last time, even recognizing the restaurant Joni worked at. I looked in the window but it wasn't open yet, so I went on to their place.

I was a little surprised when I recognized the place so quickly. I flew up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door. The big black guy that answered the door was defintely not Doreen or Joni. He didn't know who they were, the place was vacant when he moved in, and was not pleased about being bothered.

I walked back down the stairs and passed an elderly woman just coming in. I asked her if she knew a couple of girls that lived here, giving her a brief description. The woman said she thought she knew who I meant, cracking me up when she said in broken english "oh and the blonde with the boom boom" holding her hands cupped way out in front of her.

"Yes! Yes! That's them!" I said excitedly.

She remembered them, but she had not seen them around since before Christmas. I thanked the woman for her help and hustled back down to the restaurant. It was just opening for lunch and I asked a waitress if a blonde named Joni still worked here. She said she had just started here but would ask the manager.

A moment later the manager came out, a short bald guy with a thick moustache. I introduced myself, gave him a brief outline of who I was, why I was there and asked him if Joni still worked here.

"Joni, no she left around Thanksgiving, I think it was. She didn't really leave, she just didn't show up one day and I never saw her again. Happens to me a lot, it's the nature of this business, but she never picked up her check and that's unusual. I tried to mail it to here but it got returned, I think. I've still got it here so if you catch up with her, tell her to stop by and pick it up. Good luck in finding her, kid. Boy she was a real character, Joni was. Good worker too. he said while shaking his head"

I went back out on the street, lost and confused. I wandered over to the college area and roamed around the area, looking at faces, searching hopelessly. How do find two people in New York City when you don't even know their last names? 

It was a long and miserable bus ride home and I stared blankly out the window for the entire ride. I was crushed.

What had happened to them? Where did they go? Why didn't they call me? 

Maybe my phone number got thrown away. Doreen might have woke up and threw that piece of the bag with my number on it away, thinking it just trash. That was what I finally settled on as the answer, if only to ease my mind.

Why would Joni not go back to work though, especially to pick up her check? That was more disturbing and I didn't have any good explanation for that. I had some possible scenarios in my mind, but none of them were pleasant to consider.

I realize now, and I think I really knew it in my heart back then, that it was a little irrational for me to be that attached to a couple of people that I only knew for such a short time. I certainly understand why I felt that way. I had gone through so much in that brief time with them and had so many major moments in my life packed into that short period that they became bigger than life in my mind.

Perhaps it was for the best that we never met again. Everything that could have gone right for me went right that night. The entire day all happened by chance; from the rain falling when I'd first arrived, to noticing that concert poster on the wall, my seeing Doreen selling the ticket before someone else did. 

It was all sheer luck or fate or whatever you want to call it. The stars were aligned a certain way or something like that. How can I possibly repeat it? How would, hell how could that night ever be topped? Everything would always have been anticlimactic after that. I still wished I could have seen them again though, if only just to tell them how much that night meant to me. 

What I meant to them, who knows? Maybe I was completely forgotten about by the next day. I know I was not nearly as important to their lives as they were to mine. Maybe I was just one in a endless series of faceless guys. That's not a happy way to think about it, but it's possible. Maybe I cross their minds every once in a great while, and they smile. That would be enough for me.

I prefer to think about it in that way, rather than to explore the other possiblities. New York City is an exciting place but it's also a cold and impersonal place. A lot of things can happen to you down there, and I imagine that most of them aren't good. 

So when I think of them, and I still do from time to time, I think of happier things. I often relive in my mind the time I spent with them. Thirty four years later and I rememember it all. These days I go to the store for three things and invariably forget two of them, but that day I remember as vividly as ever. I've also tried to imagine what became of them.

In my mind Doreen became a teacher, a good one too. She's spreading joy and laughter to her students along with knowledge and makes everyone happier by just walking into the room. She's married to a good and caring man and they have cute and smart kids with the same devilish glint in their eyes as their mom.

In my mind Joni found her dream guy and she is as happy as can be. He always treats her with love and respect and he gets it all back in return, and then some. She's still tossing out wisecracks and laughing that incredibly infectious laugh of hers. 

That's the way I try to think of them now. 

I know there are other ways that life may have turned out for them, far less pleasant ways. I try not to think about that too much. 

That's about all I've got to say, except while I was writing this story something crossed my mind. Wouldn't it be a riot if one of them reads this? What if someone is reading this and they realize they know them? They were both very unique people. Maybe subconsciously that was why I didn't change their names. 

What's the chances of that happening, a billion to one? Anything is possible I guess. 

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Thank you for reading Fall 1970, and my deepest gratitude to the folks at Literotica for making this outlet available.



Fall 1970



"Oooh, did I cause this?" Doreen softly asked. I managed to croak out the expected response as I looked down at her slender hand which gently began stroking the shaft of my cock. Backing up, she pulled me over to the bed with me still in hand. Doreen fell back on to the bed while pulling her panties off.

"I'm as ready as he is David."

At this point my knees were rattling, my teeth were chattering and my heart was preparing to explode out of my chest. The only thing working was my cock, which was visibly throbbing with excitement. I put my hand down on the lush triangle of hair that surrounded her womanhood. I tentatively slid my fingers down the middle of the surprisingly dense bush, finally finding the opening, which was very moist already. I let my index finger slowly penetrate her. She was an inferno inside, and Doreen moaned and arched her pelvis toward me. 

Should I just dive in now? What if I can't get it in, what if I can't find the opening when it counts? She must think I'm an idiot! I looked down at this beautiful young woman, her eyes shimmering in the candlelight, with an almost pleading expression. I climbed between those beautiful thighs with my cock in hand, its head already dripping. Please don't let me screw this up. 

There was a tiny bit of fumbling, but to my eternal relief and delight, I felt the head of my cock slide between the moist lips of her pussy. The sensation I felt was as profound emotionally as it was physically. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream.

I eased my member slowly into Doreen, feeling the warmth engulf me as I slid into the damp opening. It was so incredibly tight! I looked at Doreen who had her eyes closed and her mouth puckered. She let out a soft moan as my cock went in to the hilt, my balls resting between her legs. Was this any good for her? She opened her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

I began slowly sliding my cock in and out, feeling the urge to come and fighting it back. I knew I wouldn't last long and tried to think of something that would take my mind off of what was happening. I couldn't look down at her or else I would lose it for sure, so I looked at the things on the shelf above the headboard.

That worked for a few minutes but then Doreen suddenly started whimpering beneath me. Her hands started clawing at my back and I felt her legs wrap around my ass tightly. I started pumping harder as her breathing became more like gasping and her eyes sort of rolled back in her head. She was arching her back and started to wail, her body thrashing beneath me. My balls were slapping violently against her underside as I felt an almost electric feeling surge all over my body.

She was having an orgasm and I was joining her. I felt my cum blast inside of her and Doreen seemed to feel it as well because it seemed that her body spasmed in response to me.

How long did it all last? Hard to say. Maybe three or four minutes, tops. Not long enough to suit me, but all things considered I was estatic. I continued to slowly move inside of her, not wanting it end. Doreen's forehead was beaded with sweat and her face was flushed. Did I do that? Was it any good for you? Are you supposed to ask these questions?

Doreen saved me the trouble. "Mmmmm, that was so nice, David. I needed that." 

I felt I had to say something. "It was great. Uh, I'm sorry I didn't last too long. I was nervous and kinda excited."

"I thought it was great. You were wonderful. I never felt anyone that hard before, it was amazing. We'll last longer next time."

Next time? YES!! It then occurred to me that there was no foreplay at all. I didn't even get to play with her tits yet. I looked down at those amazing nipples and wondered if I could get the entire end of her breast into my mouth.

Doreen then asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. I had smoked grass a few times previously, but was never all that thrilled with it. In the spirit of the party I told her that would be a far out idea, although frankly at this point if she had said I should hit myself in the head with a frying pan I would have happily started running for the kitchen.

I slid off to the side gingerly while trying to stay joined. My cock had whithered a bit, but still managed to stay inside her.

Doreen reached over her head and fumbled around the shelf above the headboard. My eyes drifted down and for the first time I noticed something that was incredibly obvious. Doreen didn't shave her underarms. I'd seen pictures of girls with hairy armpits, but had never seen one in person. I had once dated a girl whose armpits seemed to always have a porcupine look, but that didn't count. 

While she reached back for the ashtray I tried to look without being obvious about it. It was a fascinating sight, seeing up close those thick tufts of dark brown hair that practically exploded from under her slender upraised arms. How I hadn't noticed this before then was a mystery to me. We aren't talking a few stray hairs here, or the result of her not shaving for a week or so, but fully grown little forests. It was probably a good thing I hadn't noticed it earlier, because I was finding this sight incredibly sexy looking and seeing it during our lovemaking would have made it end a lot faster. 

For a second I thought Doreen had caught me staring at her underarms when she swiveled back around but if she did, she didn't say anything. I was kind of hoping she would have said something so I could have asked her about it. It was apparently no big deal to her. This was very new to me however, as I had never seen any of our local girls like this. 

Already I felt myself get hard again inside Doreen as she lit the joint and took a hit before passing it to me. Doreen's eyes widened as she felt me becoming hard again inside her.

"Oh my god! Is that what I think it is, David?" she laughed as we smoked. "You're an animal" Doreen cackled as she put the ashtray off to the side, "and I LOVE it!"

The second time was even better, as I got to enjoy it so much more without being worried about everything. We laid on our sides, I slid in and out more slowly, feeling Doreen's hips move in counterpoint, penerating as deeply as I could and then slowly withdrawing until only the tip of my cock remained in her. Her pelvis would signal her need for me to return and I would obligingly glide back into her as far as I could go.

I noticed that the stereo was still playing and now Santana was on. Magical rhythmic music for an equally magical rhythmic moment. I felt like we both knew what the other was thinking, knew what the other would do and reacted in kind. Was it the weed? Maybe, but I doubt it. It was just an amazing moment that I was enjoying to the limit.

I leaned over and took Doreen's breast in my palm, and it was a perfect fit. It was soft and pliant in my hand, and I felt the nipple growing even harder in response to my tender fondling. Doreen reached over and squeezed my own nipples with some force and I was surprised to feel the exciting sensations that resulted. 

Our movements quickened and grew more forceful with each passing minute. This time I could feel Doreen's orgasm begin to build and I was determined to hold back and watch.

As my hips began to rock with a little more urgency, I watched the veins in her neck begin to bulge noticably as the rate of her breathing grew more intense. Doreen grabbed the bedsheets violently, her knuckles white, as I felt her pussy contract around my cock. I leaned back as watched her convulse and scream in ecstacy, and it was all I could do not to orgasm myself, the sights and sounds so astonishingly erotic.

It is such an amazing thing to see and hear a woman having an orgasm. There is no sight more rewarding, no sound more exciting. Doreen held nothing back, which I found doubly thrilling. Do women feel the same way about a man's orgasm?

I decided that I would not hold back either. Not then, not ever. I began thrusting in earnest and when I climaxed, Doreen knew it. I don't know what I sounded like or looked like and didn't care. Doreen seemed to enjoy watching me too, and her smile was almost as wide as my own. She reached down and kneaded my nuts as I came, making the sensation almost unbearable.

Afterward, we relaxed in bed for a while, drinking and smoking and just talking about life. Doreen had originally wanted to become a teacher. Along the way she had discovered she didn't much like school, which I could see as being a problem, and she was struggling. She had moved here from Delaware and her parents were helping her a little but they were pissed about her grades and questioned her commitment, while threatening to cut off support. Doreen seemed to doubt herself too, it seemed. 

I shared similar tales of woe. I was a screw up, a classic underachiever and I didn't know what I wanted out of life. The whole scene seemed lifted from Paul Simon's America, only taking place on a bed instead of a bus. In lieu of drowning our sorrow in Mrs. Wagner's pies, we took refuge in beer and potato chips.

It seemed like we had known each other forever instead of about six hours. I was madly in love and wanted to scream it out, but discretion and common sense made me hold back. I've heard that if it's good, people often fall hard over the first person they make love to. I can see how, especially the longer it takes you to get there.

Our conversation began to slow and I looked over at Doreen. She seemed to be asleep. I brushed a stray hair back away from her face. She looked so sweet, so angelic. Could this be the same woman who just moments ago looked so wild and insatiable?

I took the almost empty can of beer from her left hand and set it down. Doreen was lying on her back, her right hand behind her head. I was lying on her right side and I was once again afforded a prime view of her underarm hair. I don't know why I was so enthralled by this. It had never even crossed my mind until this night. I wanted to reach over and run my fingers through her armpit. I wonder what it would feel like?

I very tentatively reached over, trying to be as gentle as possible. How would I explain this if she woke up? I backed off for a minute. Slowly I kissed her arm, just above the elbow, to see if she would awaken, then gently kissed my way down the inside of her arm, stopping just before the point where her hair began to grow. She remained asleep.

My hand slowly slid over and lightly grazed the abundant hair. It had looked coarse, but felt quite the opposite to the touch, almost like silk. My fingers went through once more. Nice. Very nice indeed. For some reason I leaned over and softly kissed Doreen's underarm. The hair was amazingly soft, with just the slightest scent of something akin to baby powder. The pleasant aroma only added to my enjoyment. 

I repeated the affection without any visible response as I felt myself becoming aroused yet again. My cock had apparently waited long enough for this chance and was going to make the most of it. I wondered if she would mind getting awakened for another go.

Looking down for a second, I saw that Doreen's nipple was as erect as it could be. While I debated whether or not to wrap my lips around that inviting sight, I started to pull back and while doing so happened to look up. Doreen's eyes were wide open and she was grinning from ear to ear. I wanted to dig a hole and hide. I struggled to find something to say that would explain what I was doing but was coming up empty.

"Don't stop now, David."

"Huh?"

"You've looked like you wanted to do that all night. That was really cool. I'm enjoying it as much as you are, maybe even more. My underarms are sensitive and that really felt far out."

The old me would have run and hid, but that David was long gone, at least as far as this night was concerned. The new David bent down once more and kissed her furry armpit without hesitation. My lips and tongue danced through the lush growth of hair, sliding up and down the length and breadth of her underarm relentlessly and passionately.  

I felt Doreen's body shiver in response to my attentions. I thought at first that I was tickling her, but when I looked up to my complete amazement it looked like she was really enjoying this, as her eyes were glassy and wide open. She grinned wickedly as our eyes met. 

Doreen lept up and dove for my cock, licking and sucking on the head while pumping wildly with her fist. Maybe she had thought I needed encouragement, but I was already as hard as blue steel before she began. Now I thought I would burst. 

Doreen sprang up and straddled me, grabbing my engorged member and jammed me hard into her pussy. She began bucking up and down on me like she was possessed. The sight of her little titties flying around as she rode me drove me crazy. I reached and grabbed them, cupping the flexible orbs in my hands and squeezing on them roughly. She responded to this by screaming at me to be rougher on them.

"Squeeze my tits, Dave. Squeeze em' hard!"

I tried to do that while not really hurting her, because I loved those little babies. She countered by pinching my nipples with all the strength she had. I got the hint and pulled on those little cones with more force, yanking and twisting them while trying to watch for signs I was being too rough. It seemed that the harder I abused them, the better she liked it. 

There was no harnessing my orgasm this time. I felt it building up almost from my toes. It was roaring like a runaway train and there was no way of stopping it. I struggled to contain it for as long as I could in hopes that Doreen would get off in time.

While I began to spurt into Doreen she continued to hump me, but even more furiously. My cock continued to unload inside her in an intensity that was almost frightening. Doreen was savage and unrelenting, continuing to thrust rapidly up and down. I fought to maintain some kind of rigidity for her, and was getting ready to give up when she finally came, her vaginal muscles practically crushing my deflating dick as she collapsed onto my chest.

I could feel her heart beating rapidly as her orgasm slowly subsided. I felt powerless by now, totally sapped of strength and unable to move, even if Doreen wasn't on top of me. I felt Doreen slide off me soon after, and enjoyed it when she cuddled up next to me as I drifted off to sleep.

I was very disoriented when I awoke. I wasn't sure where I was at first, until gradually I began to become aware of my surroundings. The candles were still burning and the dancing light cast eerie images on the walls. Now I remembered. I was with Doreen at her place. It wasn't a dream. It had really happened. It would have been a great dream but made for a better reality. 

Everything fit except for three things. One, Doreen was not lying next to me any longer. Two, what had woke me up was the fact that I was in the midst of getting my cock sucked. Three, and most importantly, I had no idea who was doing the sucking. 

It wasn't Doreen, that much I could tell. Doreen's hair was dark brown and curly. Even in the candlelight I could tell that the hair attached to the head bobbing up and down on my slowly inflating instrument was straighter and blonde or close to it. The lips that were sliding up and down my cock were much fuller as well. I got up on my elbows to get a better idea of what was going on.

The blonde head came up off my cock and looked up at me smiling. 

"Hi, I'm Joni. I'm Doreen's roomie."

The night is over but the morning begins...

part two will follow



Fall 1974



"Yougivegreathead!" I whispered to Terry. We were in my loft bed, having sex for the first time, with my roommate down the hall. 

"Hmmmm?" 

"You give great head." Hopefully a little clearer. 

She stopped. Shit. "What's that?" 

"Head. Oral sex." I felt like an idiot. Never before had the ridiculous term "head" come across my lips and I have no idea why I decided to try it out on this new, smart, tall, blond, pretty, stacked woman whose lips were giving it to me at this particular moment. 

She leaned up smiling, bouncing her marvelous tits. "Oh. 'Head.' That's cute!" And went back to our business. 

I say "tits," even though I wouldn't use that term for another eighteen years, when my second, current, and final wife convinced me that I wouldn't be struck down by the treat-women-right police, and that she liked them to be called "tits" as long as it wasn't their only description, it wasn't used in a derogatory manner, and that I liked sucking hers. Later, when a former girlfriend told me she liked thinking of hers as "titties," my wife said she liked "titties" too, but, for some reason "titties" took me a litte longer to get used to. Though I must say, now when she's on top fucking my brains out, and I say "Hold your titties for me," and she does, or I shout "Shake your titties for me, make them slap," and she does, I come incredibly fast. "Hooters," "bazooms," "knockers," or any term a man knew could be used in the same way, if way, way less often. I'd been raised to think of them as "bosoms," but for years the only word that came out of my mouth was "breasts." 

Anyhow, today I think of Terry's mammary glands only as tits. Because she had the first pair I'd fondled that really fit that description. Terry had the first breasts I'd seen or touched or suckled that were really the tits of a woman. 

Michelle, my first feel, had been flat. Patricia, my first sex, had been flat. Angie had a little sweater meat, but the fucking we did for less than a month was less than satisfying, so her cans didn't really count. Sherry's had been more than pancakes and less than grapefruits, if you know what I mean, and they were attached to a lumpy body and a persnickety mind, so who really cared, you know? And now, Terry's. Real bosoms, a real woman. 

Let me jump in here, real quick, and put on the record that I don't in any way judge any thing about a woman by the size of her jugs. No m'am. And I never have. Patricia and Sherry, the others too, were certainly women, even mature women, and the loving relationships we had could have only happened with women. The sex we had was absolutely was way hot, real sex between one man and one woman. And any time I unhooked their bras, felt them up, licked their nipples erect, my penis reacted stiffly as if I was with a woman. 

But, you know, I think when I looked at them, all I saw were girls. 

It was like looking at Lisa, my next door neighbor, when she was eleven and I was fourteen, and I convinced her to take off her shirt so I could see her slowly developing body. Puffy nipples and a little what looked like swelling around them. Wow, bosoms! 

Of course, these women were women, they weren't twelve. They had pubic hair. They spread their legs. They let me kiss, suck, spray, finger, or fuck. Of course, they were women. 

Take Patricia. We were truly in love. She was a fantastic woman to lose my virginity with, and for four years, when it came to sex, she would try anything, anywhere, almost any time. She'd strip naked in winter in the back of a van and screw. She'd strip naked at night on a beach and screw. She'd strip naked and open her ass for my erection to screw, just to try it. And she loved...you name it. 

But, put her on her knees, and nothing hung down. Have her ride me to ecstasy, her back straight up, and nothing jiggled. You know, they moved a little, but they didn't shake or shimmy. Just staring at her nudity, sure, I'd get hard, want to copulate or masturbate, but, no tits. 

If I was really aching to see some ta-tas, there were always the girlie magazines I wanked off to, where, even in the days before they all had those unattractive implants, all the boobs were big. 

Not that I in fact missed it too much. Starting with Michelle's bare nipples when I was sixteen, right up until Terry was giving me head at twenty three, my sexual curiosities had been more than satisfied. I could fuck pretty much any time I wanted, and I wasn't looking for more womanly women in my life. Reaching around unsnapping each and every one of their brassieres was as stimulating as many of the acts that would follow. 

It's pretty funny now to reminisce about those little breasts. Actually, what's funny is to ponder the little bras that held them, or maybe, the fact that these women felt the need to truly use brassieres on such little breasts. Because it was the sixties, or the aftermath of the sixties, and pretty much all girls wore bras from the second they blossomed. Maybe even before, with those dumb training bras. And once the summer of '69 passed, and I started noticing that even the seniors I left behind at high school were going braless, somehow, none of my girlfriends would do it for a few years yet. 

Which was just as well. Because as my erections are coming and going while I'm writing about those flat chests, it's that moment of the one handed unsnapping that gets me the hardest. As much as I wanted to see those eraser tips under the shirt of a woman I knew, the removal of the bra was one of my sexual pinnacles. Still is, as a matter of fact. 

Which brings me back, finally, to Terry's jugs. Because, as I remember, even though hers were large enough for me to remember them as my first big ones, she didn't wear no stinkin' bra. At least, some of the time she didin't. Finally. I was boinking a modern, liberated chick of the seventies, who let her highbeams proudly shine. No more staring at Carly Simon's "You So Vain" cover, or harder yet, the young, bouncing girls/women all around me, wondering why couldn't I get some of them nipples behind the blouse. Finally, my own, sort of, udders that were big enough to make me wanna come, and young enough to seem to defy gravity. 

.....

The whole Terry story itself isn't all that interesting. I might not even be telling it if I hadn't started thinking about those lungs. 

Terry from Kansas went to college in Ohio with my best friend Michael and had an enormous crush on him. He had a girlfriend and was oblivious, but when he brought her home for a visit, I got a crush on her. Somehow, I talked her into taking another trip East and visiting my New York apartment. That's when the "yougivegreathead" stuff started. I thought I was in love. I traveled to Ohio with Michael so I could see her and sleep with her. She was great. The sex was great. A month later I drove to Ohio without telling her, hammer hard hard-on all the way. When I got to the dorm her bed was doubled up with another. Ooops. 

And that was it with Terry. And her tits. 

I wonder how big they really were. I going to e-mail her now and ask.