1 comments/ 11910 views/ 8 favorites The Summer of '79 By: ChuckEPoo It was a hot, August day in 1979 when I first saw her. We had just finished surfing at C Street in Ventura, and we were headed home. I was walking along with my best friend Tom, on the boardwalk in front of the Holiday Inn. We weaved our way through the crowd carrying our surfboards, following closely behind two bikini clad girls, and taking no opportunity to pass. Have you ever seen someone from behind, and then were disappointed when you saw them from the front? Well, I assure you, this wasn't the case here. I was drawn to the shorter one on the right, who was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini that barely covered those perfect, rounded butt cheeks. Tom nudged me and grinned, to indicate he was on the same page. They were both slim and shapely, and had all the right curves in all the right places. I visually followed the crease of her spine up her well-tanned back, to her smooth-toned shoulders. She was laughing with her friend, and oblivious to the two lurking strangers in tow. Her long, sun-bleached blond hair cascaded down her back and flipped from side-to-side as she talked and laughed with her friend. I was blinded to all but that yellow polka-dot bikini swaying in front of me. Saturday was always the most crowded day of the week on the boardwalk. As we maneuvered our way through this mass of humanity, a skate-boarder attempted to pass us from behind and clipped the skag on my surfboard. That sent him hurling forward toward the girls. They all went sprawling to the concrete. Not missing the opportunity, I dropped my board and rushed to their assistance. The kid was apologizing profusely. I pushed him out of the way. "Hey dude!" the kid whined. "Beat it, doofus!" I replied, glaring menacingly at him as I reached out to help up this dream girl. He grabbed his skateboard and took off down the boardwalk, flipping me off as he went - probably headed for his next victim. "Don't be so hard on him. It was just an accident," she said, taking my hand, looking up at me as I pulled her to her feet. As she stood, I was speechless. She was even more gorgeous from the front. Her deep-blue eyes drew me in, and her smile was radiant. The yellow bikini top was sparsely covering two of the most magnificent breasts I have ever cast my eyes upon. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she teased, with a coy, confident grin, pulling at her straps and re-positioning her top. "I... I'm sorry that..." I stammered. "Hey! There's another girl on her ass here who could use a hand too," her friend said, extending her hand. "Oh, sorry!" I replied, apologetically, helping her to her feet. "It's okay. I am used to being invisible when I am around Miss Hottie. I'm Jan, and you will be interested to know this is Chrissy." "Hey, glad to meet you both. I'm Billy, and this is Tom. Are you okay?" They looked at each other and Chrissy replied, "Yeah, I think we'll survive. In fact, I'm better off than your surfboard." I picked up my board and examined it. It had about a two-inch ding on the rail from where I dropped it on the concrete. "It's okay, a little duct tape and it will be good to go. Besides, it's new, and needed to be christened." "Hey, we were just on our way to get an ice cream cone. Would you let us buy you guys one for all your trouble?" Jan asked, looking at Tom with a smile. "No!" I replied, and then added, "We will buy!" Tom frowned at me and pulled me to the side. He whispered, "Are you nuts? I've only got a buck and change." Looking in my waterproof wallet, I had even less. "I've got an idea," I said. "Uh-oh. Your ideas always seem to involve getting me in a shit-load of trouble," Tom replied, sarcastically. I then suggested to the girls, "If you'll all give me the flavors of your cones, I'll go pick them up at Baskin-Robbins. I worked there this summer. I know the manager." "Yeah, you know the manager, alright. Isn't she the one that shit-canned you for giving away free cones to your friends?" Tom chuckled. The girls laughed. "Hey, it was just a big misunderstanding. I've still got credit there," I replied, punching Tom's shoulder with a smack. "Looking up and grinning, Chrissy said, "Rocky Road. Two scoops on a waffle cone." "Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough on a sugar cone, double-dip, please," Jan added, adjusting her bikini. As I entered the shop, I thought, "Fuck! Annette is still manager." She saw me come in and said loudly, "You've got a lot of nerve coming in here, Billy!" The shop was full, and all heads turned. "I just came in to beg your forgiveness, Annie. You know I still love ya," I replied, grinning my biggest smile. "It won't work, Billy. I'm immune to your lame charm. Don't waste it on me," she glared, stepping out from behind the counter. "Actually, I just came in to settle up," I said, sliding my fingers softly down her arm. She pulled her arm away and replied, "Settle up? Settle up what?" she said, with a raised voice. "Well, I didn't get my last paycheck, and thought we might come to terms." "Terms?...Terms? Here are your terms. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call the cops!" she shouted. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and gave her their full, undivided attention. "Annie, calm down. I was just talking about the four hours I'm still owed. I'm not asking for money, just four cones and we're even. Come on, I'm sorry for the mishap, and I'm sorry I missed our date. I was kinda preoccupied, and the time got away from me. I promise I'll make it up to you." I begged. "Your empty apology means nothing to me, Billy. You're not gonna smooth talk your way outta this one," she stated, resolutely folding her arms across her chest. I dropped down on one knee, took her hand, and begged,"Pleeeease Annie! I promise I'll make it up to you." The shop was filled with people laughing, as this whole scenario played out. All the patrons were fully engaged in this scene, and I could see Tom and the girls through the window, cracking up. An older woman, standing in the growing line with her grand-kids, impatiently said, "Give the boy a break so we can get our orders!" "Billy, get up! You're embarrassing me... Okay, four cones and we're even, but you've gotta help me clear this line." I picked an apron off the hook and gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek. The customers applauded as I went over behind the counter and said, "Okay, who's next in line?" It was about fifteen minutes later when I came out of the shop with one of those cardboard carry-alls and four cones. They were all sitting at an umbrella table, talking. The two girls were sitting together across from Tom. I pulled up a chair opposite Chrissy. "Okay, who's got the rocky-road on waffle? I added some sprinkles and a cherry." "Why, thank you, kind sir," Chrissy grinned. Her blue eyes were enchanting, as she reached out, taking her cone. I was transfixed by her lovely face. She had to have the most kissable mouth and prettiest smile I had ever seen. As she bent forward to retrieve her cone, those magnificent breasts naturally jiggled in their yellow confinement. I don't know if there is such a thing as love at first sight, but that moment was etched in my mind forever. "Earth to Billy! There are some other hungry people here too," Jan exclaimed. I just pushed the tray forward, never breaking eye contact with my blond goddess. We talked and laughed for hours, until the sun was getting low in the west. I discovered that Chrissy and Jan went to a private high school, whereas Tom and I went to the local public high school. Chrissy's dad was some big-wig at Proctor and Gamble, and they lived in a gated community at the beach. I, of course, asked her out. She didn't say no, but she said her dad would not let her go on unsupervised dates until she was eighteen and that was in a week. I had turned eighteen just last month. Unsupervised dates? What the hell does that mean? Anyway, I offered them a ride home, but Chrissy said they had their own car. We walked them down the winding pathway to the parking lot, while holding hands. There were just a few cars left in the lot. Chrissy pointed at one, saying, "That's mine." Her car was a brand new Mustang convertible, still with dealer tags. It was a bright candy-apple red, with black pony leather upholstery. Coincidentally, it was parked right next to mine, which was also a Mustang. However, mine was a '65, which meant it was a rust bucket, painted metallic blue and primer gray, with the front bumper missing and the passenger door wired shut. "And this is mine, such as it is. It's more like a classic," I replied, putting my board on the roof-rack and strapping it down. Tom followed suit. Standing in front of Chrissy's car, we all talked, but Tom and Jan wasted no time getting into a lip-lock. "Nice ride," I said to Chrissy, finding it hard to not notice my friend making out a few feet away. I was wanting to kiss her more than I ever wanted to kiss someone in my life. "Yeah, my dad bought it for me when I received my scholarship to Stanford. I see you've got a Mustang too," she said, staring at my car. "Well... Yeah, but like I said, It's a work in progress," I replied, securing the last straps on my surfboard. Then, with Jan and Tom hard to ignore, I mustered up my courage, and taking her by the hands, I asked, "May I kiss you?" "I don't kiss boys I just met," she said softly, but turned her face up and closed her eyes. I bent over and put my hands on her shoulders, and slowly lowered my lips to hers and they ever so softly touched. It was like no kiss I have ever experienced before. Her lips were wet and inviting. I could feel her breath on mine. This kiss was more than a kiss; it was a promise - a promise of more kisses to come. I pulled her to me, and she put her hand behind my head. The feel of her lush body pressing into mine brought a shiver throughout my entire body. This is the time in the movies that the skyrockets go off, and the orchestra plays. "Wow!" Chrissy panted, as we broke our kiss. I just pulled her in for another one, even more sensual than the first. This time, she slightly opened her mouth, and our tongues touched, ever so lightly. Our mostly naked skin pressed together, and her magnificent breasts pushed against my chest. We kissed for a couple minutes, that seemed like hours, and finally broke it off. "Chrissy, I have to see you again!" I begged. "Yes, I want you to, but you have to talk with my dad, and he's a hard nut to crack." The serious look on her face made it seem like an impossible task. I had not yet met him, and was already intimidated. "Hey guys, we have to get rolling. I'm meeting my mom at the mall in fifteen minutes," Jan said reluctantly, as she slipped on her clothes over her bikini. "Can we get your numbers?" I asked. "Sure," Chrissy said, taking an indelible marker out of her purse that was sitting on the driver's seat. She gripped me by the wrist, and wrote it on my arm, with a big grin on her face. "Give me yours too, Billy." I took her marker and paused a moment, looking at where I was going to write it. I took her arm, but she jerked it away. "No way! Here, write it on this," she said, handing me a paper napkin. We watched, waving at our new friends as they drove away in a roar. Tom looked at me smugly, without saying a word. I just smiled. We both knew this was a good day. ~oOo~ Football practice was brutal. I was limping to my car when Tom came up from behind and took my workout bag. "Let me help, dude. Spanky really has it in for you, man. He took it to you today without mercy. I'm surprised the coach let him blast our star quarterback." "Well, he couldn't have done it if I had any blocking from my fucking offensive line!" I replied, glaring at Tom. "Hey man, I wasn't going to get my bell rung in a practice. He went after you like a guy possessed. What the hell did you do to him anyway?" "It was his girlfriend, Vicky." "Somehow, I figured a chick was involved in this." He chuckled, and rolled his eyes. "She asked me to meet her at McDonalds after school last week." "Yeah, and...?" "She just wanted to be seen with me to make Spanky jealous. I guess it worked." "Hahaha. You're such a sap with women. They play you like a fiddle. Talking about women, did you ever call Chrissy?" he asked, throwing my bag in the trunk. "I wanted to, but I didn't want to seem too pushy. Call to soon and they think you're desperate. Call too late, and they think you're not interested. How about you? Did you call Jan?" I asked, slamming my trunk closed twice to get the latch to catch. After I got in, and Tom crawled through the passenger window, I turned the key and the engine sputtered to life. "Yeah, I called her the same day we met them. We're going out Friday after the game. You oughta ask Chrissy to double with us. And... When in the hell are you gonna fix this muffler?" "When I win the fucking lottery, or... I at least find a job." ~oOo~ That night, I was sitting in my room, procrastinating about doing my physics homework, and staring at Chrissy's number. I tapped my pencil nervously on my desk as I was mustering up the courage to call. I have never had to ask permission to date anyone before. What do I say? After at least an hour, I picked up the phone and punched in her number. I was half hoping no one would answer. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. My hands were sweating. "Hello, Copland residence," a pleasant woman's voice answered. "Hi... Is.. Is Chrissy there?" "Christina is in her room. Can you wait while I get her? Who may I say is calling?" "Yes, Ma'am, I will wait. I'm Billy Gray," I replied, respectfully. "Are you the young man she met at the beach, whom we heard so much about?" "I think so, Ma'am." "Hold on. I'll get her." "Thank you, Ma'am." "Don't call me Ma'am. Mrs. Copland will suffice." After a short pause, I heard the phone rustling, and then Chrissy's excited voice, "Billy! I thought you would never call!" "Hi, Chrissy. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I really wanted to." "What stopped you?" "Well, I could make up some lame excuse about being too busy, but I won't lie to you. The truth is that I was kinda scared." "Hahaha, scared? Of little ol' me?" "No! Of course not! I was a little apprehensive of... your dad." "Awwww." "Chrissy, I called to ask if you would like to see me play in our home-coming game Friday night. Tom and Jan are going out afterwards, getting a bite to eat and going to the drive-in. Would you like to come?" "I told you that my dad doesn't want me to date until the end of this month, when I turn eighteen." "Actually, this is you just going to the game with friends, and seeing a flick afterwards, it's not a real date." "You know I want to go... Wait a sec. I'll ask mom." I could hear voices in the background, and then, "Billy?" "Yes, Ma'am...I... I mean, Mrs. Copland." "Chrissy says that you want to take her out. Did she inform you of our rules?" "Yes, Mrs. Copland, she did, but this isn't actually a date date. It's her going to see me play in my homecoming game, and then getting some fast-food afterward, and maybe take in a flick. We would be joining her friend Jan, and my friend Tom." "Young man, here is what I propose. We will go as a family to your game, and then meet you in the parking lot, after the game. We would like to talk with you before we agree to anything. Is that acceptable to you?" "Absolutely!" I replied with enthusiasm. "Very well, we will see you Friday. Here's Christina." "Billy?" "Yeah!" "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" "I suppose not. Your Mom seems nice. Hey, I gotta get on this physics assignment. I'll call tomorrow before the game. I'm gonna see if I can get you some reserved seats. Just tell them at the gate who you are." "That's sooo sweet of you. Don't worry. Dad's not that bad, and he loves football. See you at the game... Bye." "Night." ~oOo~ The game was intense. The contact was insane, neither team willing to give an inch. Our team was eligible for the playoffs, with either a win or a tie, and I was determined for victory. I had been sacked four times by number twenty-four, their best defensive-end, and top college prospect. Channel Islands was not in the running for the playoffs, but relished the role of spoilers. If we pulled this comeback off, Oxnard would not only be in the playoffs, but win homecoming. I looked in the crowd for Chrissy and her family, but couldn't see them because of the glare of the lights. There were fourteen seconds left in the game, and one time-out. We were down ten to thirteen, and the ball was on the twenty-nine yard line of Channel Islands. It was third-down. Coach Lash called time out and pulled me to the side. "Billy, we're going to run a Blue Right Twenty-Seven Blast to the center of the field. Call the time-out, and kick the field-goal. You got that? No heroics!" "Coach... Anderson has already missed at a shorter field-goal." "That's the play, Billy. Run it!" coach said, resolutely. "Huddle up," I called out to the offense, and squatted down to one knee. "The coach says Blue Right Twenty-Seven Blast to get to the center of the field, and kick the field-goal. I think they all know that is the play, and will clog the center. But I'm going to check that call, and call Red Rover tackle eligible on a roll-out. I'll hit Tom on the wing. Just pick up twenty-four. He's been on my ass all night." "Are you nuts? We've only run that play a couple times in practice. The coach will kill you," Spanky warned. "That's the play! Red Rover, on three, break." I got under the center and assessed the defense. They were crowding the line of scrimmage, just as I thought. Twenty-four was tight off the nose-guard. I just hoped he wouldn't react to our shift-play. "Blue Twenty-Seven, Blue Twenty-Seven, shift." I called out. The players changed positions, and the defense looked confused. "Down, set, hup, hup, hup." The ball snapped in my hands. Tom fake check blocked, and ran to the side-line in a post route. I rolled-out left, with twenty-four hot in pursuit. I let the pass go, just as I was tackled from behind. The crowd was roaring as I scrambled to my feet just in time to see Tom dive into the end-zone for his first touch-down ever. The horn sounded as time ran out. We won! The band was playing, people were screaming, and running out on the field. I was still picking out grass from my face mask, as coach grabbed me from the back of my jersey. He glared at me intently, and said, "That was a hell of a gamble, and you got lucky. Billy, you'd be a hell of a quarterback if you could just take instructions. We'll talk at practice... Good game!" He slapped me on the butt. Someone jumped on my back. I recognized the hands wrapped around my neck by the charm bracelet. "That was sooo much fun. You're my hero," Chrissy proclaimed. I twisted around in her grasp, facing her, and bent to kiss my lovely Chrissy. I dropped my helmet to the ground, but she put her hands on my jersey and pushed away. "Billy, these are my parents, Don and Mary," she said, turning to a couple behind her. He was a big guy, a bit taller than me. You might even call him ruggedly handsome. Chrissy's mom was an older version of her, but with brunette hair. "I'm glad to meet you," I said, extending my hand first to Mary, and next to Don. I noticed that both Chrissy and her mom took the time to purchase our school t-shirts. Whereas her Mom was in jeans, Chrissy wore the cutest black pleated short skirt, almost like a cheer-leader. Don was a big, fit man, with grey, salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a Stanford polo-shirt. He shook my hand with almost a bone-crushing grip, and said, "Good game, son. That was a hell of a gamble you made on that last play. It was your call, right? No coach in his right mind would call a tackle eligible shift as a final play." The Summer of '79 "Yes sir, it was my call. You know football pretty well, sir." Chrissy interrupted, and replied proudly, "Daddy was a quarterback for Stanford in his day." "Wow! I'm impressed, sir." "That's ancient history. Christina says you want to take her out tonight?" "Yes Sir, I do. My friend Tom, and Chrissy's friend Jan want us to double with them." "I'll make you a deal. We'll all go to dinner at the Black Angus and I'll pay. Then, you kids can go to the movies if you like. We have rules in our household. I'm sure you were informed of them by my daughter." "Daddy!! Please!! Mom said we..." "Hush, girl! Those are my conditions. Take it or leave it," Don interrupted. "Deal!" I offered my hand, which he firmly shook, then I added, "I've got to change. I'll see you out front." Picking up my helmet, I boldly kissed Chrissy on the cheek, and ran off to change. ~oOo~ I burst through the gym doors at a full sprint, carrying my equipment bag. They were all standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me. My hair was still wet from the showers. "Sorry I'm late.The coach wanted to talk with me," I said panting, and trying to catch my breath. "Is everything all right?" Chrissy asked with concern. "Yeah, the Coach just had a couple college recruiters who wanted to talk with me. I hurried as fast as I could." "Recruiters! I know the drill. They are required to ask about your grades, but all they are really interested in is if you can throw accurately on a roll-out, or how quick you get rid of the ball. Who were they?" Don queried. "One was from Florida and the other from Fresno State, but I'm not interested. I am still weighing my options. My focus right now is on our first play-off game against Thousand Oaks." "Well, we better go have dinner or you kids will miss your movie. Follow me," Don instructed. I noticed that Chrissy brought her own car, so we all headed out to the Black Angus. ~oOo~ The restaurant was amazing. We sat at a big, round table, and chatted. Chrissy's dad talked mostly about football, and I listened intently, smiling and nodding, but all I could concentrate on was the gorgeous girl whose hand I was holding under the table. Don occasionally asked me a question, and I would calmly answer, but my guts were in a knot. Although this was a steak place, I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, which was still out of my price range. I didn't want to seem like I was taking advantage of his hospitality. I almost choked when Chrissy took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Don asked me something, but my mind was elsewhere, as I inched my fingers up her leg. "I'm sorry, sir. Could you repeat that question." "I asked what your folks do for a living?" he repeated, in a bit louder voice. "My dad is getting ready to retire from the army as a pilot, and my mom's a nurse, sir." "Oh, now I understand why you insist on calling us ma'am and sir. You're a military kid. Your dad is a pilot? Is he teaching you to fly?" "Yes, sir... I mean, yes. He has been instructing me. I solo, but have yet to finish ground school." "Impressive, son. I've always wanted to learn to fly." "Don, stop grilling the boy. You're making him nervous. Can't you see how he's sweating?" Mary scolded. Dinner was fantastic, and I have to admit this beat my plan of eating at McDonald's. We all talked and laughed about a variety of things. I started to feel more comfortable as did Tom and Jan. Don left a huge tip, and we all went to the parking lot where we continued our conversation. "Okay, here's the deal... You kids go have fun at the movies, but you must have Chrissy home no later than midnight," Don instructed. "Yes, Sir! I mean... Mr. Copland. Twelve sharp." "Pay attention to the movie. There will be a quiz later," Chrissy's Mom said, smiling, as she hugged her daughter. As I watched her folks drive away, I threw my keys to Tom, and said, "You drive my car, I'm going with Chrissy." "Where to?" "Just follow us." I held out my hand to Chrissy and said, "Keys!" "No way, buster. No one drives my car but me!" "Come on, babe. I promise I'll be good." "You're gonna be good? I hope not too good," she giggled. My mind was so deep in the gutter that it had no chance of escape. She put her keys in my hand and I opened the passenger's door for her. Climbing into her Mustang was a treat. I love the smell of a new car. After I looked in her eyes, we moved toward each other at the same time. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me. Our lips resumed the last kiss we had at the beach. We crushed our lips together. I cupped her breast but she did nothing to stop me this time. "Oh God, I missed you, Billy. I haven't thought of anything but you since our kiss at the beach." "Me too." "I was so scared you didn't want to be with me after you didn't call." "Are you kidding? I was just nervous your folks wouldn't like me." "Uggga, uggga!" Tom blasted my unmistakable car horn. I rolled down my window as he pulled alongside, with my muffler chugging away. "Hey, lover boy! We going, or what?" Tom asked. "Yeah. Follow me and try to keep up." I threw Chrissy's car into second and popped the clutch. The 302 roared to life, with tires screeching. "Hey! Take it easy!" Chrissy shouted, as I shifted through the gears. It was but a couple minutes later that were motoring down the Pacific Highway headed toward Malibu. In the day time, I'd put down the top, but the night air along the PCH was nippy this time a year. Just past Leo Carrillo State Beach, I down-shifted and turned out on a dirt side-road winding up to my favorite vista overlooking the moonlit Pacific Ocean. Tom pulled alongside and came to a sputtering stop. We all got out and walked to the front of the cars. "Hey, Dude, I thought we were going to the movies?" Tom asked. "Well... I thought we'd come up here and watch the submarine races instead," I replied with a grin. "Hey, didn't Chrissy's mom say she'd question us about the movies?" Tom asked. "That is why I read the spoiler in the paper and clipped out the article." "You're bad... in a good way," Jan said, pulling Tom toward the car. We sat in her Mustang, nervously making small talk about school and such for a long time. There was this underlying attraction we both felt, but I didn't want to seem too aggressive. After a while, it became hard to ignore the rocking car next to us, and the squeals of Jan's delight. "I think Tom just found her 'G' spot," I chuckled. "My girlfriend can be such a slut," Chrissy said, with a blush I could see even in the moonlight. "Billy, I want you to know, I'm not like her." "I know that." "What I'm trying to say is, I've never gone all the way before, and I'm not ready to now." "I respect that. So, what do you think about me?" "Well... seeing how confident you are, and how you're so popular, I'd say you've had more than your share of girls." "What if I told you it's all an illusion?" "Illusion? In what way?" "My reputation as a ladies man is pretty much a legend, created by rumor. I just kinda kept my mouth shut, and it grew on it's own." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Yeah, I am. I've never made it past third base." "It's okay. Your secret is good with me," she grinned a very relieved smile. After several more minutes of talking, I mustered up my courage, leaned across the center console and kissed her. Chrissy paused, almost like she was evaluating her next move. Then, she kissed me back with enthusiasm. In a short time we were both getting more aggressive with our touching, and the windows were starting to fog up. I had even managed to slip my hand under her bra and squeeze her nipples. "Curse these bucket seats," I panted. "This will help," Chrissy said, as she pulled the handle on the passenger seat and lowered the back. I gripped her shirt by the bottom edge and pulled it up and off. I fumbled a bit with her bra catch, finally freeing the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen, with perfect sized aureoles and pert nipples. I had gone this far with girls before, but never any further, which wasn't the case with Tom and Jan, as their car was bouncing, and Jan's bare feet were pressed on the passenger window. "Oh Billy, that feels wonderful!" Chrissy moaned, as I sucked her hardened nipple. "Come on my side, Billy," she gasped, pulling at my shirt. It was almost surrealistic the way my fantasies we're being played out in reality. I removed my shirt as we fumbled with our clothing in the tight confines of her Mustang. "I thought you said we couldn't go all the way?" "We aren't, but we can do other things." She tugged at my jeans. I boldly pulled at her panties and slid them off. My jeans were around my ankles, and Chrissy managed to work my briefs down, freeing my rigid cock, which she gripped in her hand. "Oh my," she exclaimed, stroking my swollen member. "Touch me," she begged. I put my hand on her soaking wet pussy. I explored it, unsure of what to do. This was the first vagina I'd ever touched. "Softer...yes, there. Rub it... Oh yesss, put your finger in. That's amazing... Don't stop... Faster...Ohhhh." She tightened up around my finger and she shuddered. "Your turn, big boy," she said, stroking my shaft. "Tell me what you want? She looked up in my face. "I want you to use your mouth. Suck me," I pleaded. I raised myself so my raging hard dick was at face level. She gripped my member in both hands. "Tell me what to do," she replied. Suddenly, the sound of Jan screaming her pleasure, filled the night from the car next to us. Chrissy chuckled. "Come on, ignore them. Tell me what you want." "Lick the head and the tissue behind it." Holding my erection, she complied, tasting my pre-cum. "Ummm," I moaned. She used her tongue, exploring, and I squeezed her breast. "Now, put in in your mouth and move your head up and down... Ahhh. That's perfect. Watch your teeth." She sucked and bobbed her head, and used her tongue like she was exploring me. I felt my seed welling up in me, and my orgasm building. I put my hand behind her head and regulated the pace. We were both caught up in our mutual discovery. Our hormones seemed to be in total control. "Ohhh, I'm gonna cum," I warned, giving her time to pull away, but she continued to suck. A wave of ecstasy washed over me and I erupted into delirious spasms. Chrissy gagged a bit as I emptied my balls into her willing mouth, but she swallowed. It was then I noticed Tom's and Jan's faces pressed against the side window, watching. I flipped them off. "Get the fuck outta here, you perverts!" I screamed. Chrissy made a futile attempt to cover herself. There was a bit of cum trickling out the corner of her mouth. We both scrambled to dress. Tom and Jan went for a walk in the moonlight. "I've never been so humiliated in my life," Chrissy lamented. "Forget them. They are asses. You were wonderful. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want more, but It's after eleven. We'd better head on home," I suggested, buttoning my shirt. Chrissy hugged me, and I held up her face to kiss. She tasted of my sex. "You need a breath mint, cutie. Your mom will recognize that smell, and it is nothing like popcorn," I chuckled. ~oOo~ It was about ten till midnight when we pulled up into her driveway. Her parents' house was a mansion. There was a fountain in the circular driveway. I walked Chrissy to the door. The coach lanterns lighted the marble walkway to the ornate entry door. "Well, goodnight, my beauty," I said, facing her. "Can you come in for a few minutes?" "Are you sure?" "Yes, silly." As she opened the door, her mom was waiting just inside. "Did you two have a good time getting to know each other?" "Yes, Mom. We did!" Chrissy replied, enthusiastically. "Well, I'll let you two say goodnight. Thanks for getting her back on time. And one more thing, young man." "What ma'am... I mean Mrs. Copland?" "When you button your shirt, you should line up the buttons with the right holes," she grinned. I looked down at my shirt and blushed. What could I say? ~oOo~ Chrissy and I continued to date, and we eventually made it to home plate. We shared a very special gift, and she will always have a special place in my heart, as my first lover. We went on to our respective colleges, and kept in touch with each other. I went into the Army after college, and she went on to be a doctor. Eventually, she got married, ironically, to the quarterback at her college. I believe my life is like a mosaic, made up of pieces placed there by others. Wherever I go, in this world or the next, a part of me will always be tied together with Chrissy by that summer of '79. The end. The Summer of 85 (Tom's story) During the Summer before I went to College in 1985 I spent a lot of time at my friend Brian's house playing ball or swimming in their pool. Brian's dad had a job in sales with an Oil Company and was gone almost 2 weeks out of every month visiting out of State clients. Brian's mother, Beth only worked a few blocks away from their home and was around the house a lot when we hung out. We had just started swimming on a very hot day when Brian got a call asking him to go to work in the Mall because someone didn't show up. I was bummed about him having to leave and started climbing out of the pool to go home; but he told me to stay and swim as his Mom would still be there and she liked having a man around the house. He called to his mother and told her that he had to go to work for a couple of hours and would it be ok if I stayed in the pool. She shouted her agreement from the kitchen and Brian left to go to the Mall. About 10 minutes later his Mom walked out of the house in a yellow bikini and carrying a large towel and a glass of wine. Brian's mother had the most gorgeous caramel coloured skin I had ever seen and I couldn't take my eyes off her as she casually lay on the lounger reading a magazine and sipping her wine while as I continued swimming. Eventually I had to stop and clung onto the side close to where she was reading. Beth tilted her Wayfarers and started chatting about my plans for College. I had a hard time looking her in the eyes as we talked because her tits looked amazing and could have spilled out at any second as she leaned forward. As we chatted Beth began rubbing lotion into her arms and legs; then across her flat brown stomach. Even though the water in the pool was quite cool I felt a sudden twitch in my trunks as Beth smeared white lotion into her large breasts making them wobble. After a while she tilted the Wayfarers again and asked if I could help by putting some on her back, because she did not want to burn. I was struck dumb. This was a teenage dream come true; getting the chance to rub creamy lotion onto my best friend's mother's skin but I knew as soon as I got out of the pool she would see the bulge in my trunks. Beth looked at me and smiled while she waited for a response. I eventually said 'sure' and swam to the top of the pool away from her gaze, and climbed out of the pool and approached her from behind. When I got there she was already lying on her stomach so I put lotion in my hands and started applying it to her hot back as I sat on the edge of the lounger. I was now so nervous my erection had shrunk to the size of a walnut as I rubbed the cream along the sides of her body. At that tender age, I'd already had a couple of girlfriends and felt quite a few other girls' tits but nothing had prepared me for something like this. My heart was pounding and my pulse racing as my hands pressed deep into her muscle as Beth began purring her encouragement. After a couple of minutes I started to relax and enjoy my 'job'; until I got careless and my sticky fingers accidentally touched a little bit of her soft tit that was bulging out of the side of her bikini bra. My cock became rock hard again in a nano second. I froze and my heart just about stopped when I realized what I had just done, but she didn't flinch a bit. Beth was still purring and moaning making my confidence grow; so I went back to rubbing the lotion all over her back until I nervously stopped right at the top of her bikini pants. Her ass looked pretty awesome at the best of times; but from this angle it looked better than perfect! I was still unsure as to what was expected of me; so I went back to rubbing lotion into her shoulders and worked back down her arms and her sides again. Feeling slightly brave I rubbed little bit more cream onto the sides of her tits. Just as I did, she nonchalantly moved her hand from above her head down to her side and hit my lap. I froze again as she touched my boner and instantly pulled her hand back. Beth turned her head to the side, tipped the Wayfarers down again and smiled at me then asked if rubbing the lotion had caused 'a problem'. I blushed and mumbled 'yes; but I was really sorry'. My best friends Mom kept smiling as she told me that she had often seen me staring at her and she quite enjoyed the attention really and to not worry about it. There was a lengthy silence until she moved her hand again and rested it on my thigh. I actually felt nauseous as it slid inside my swim shorts and rested on my stiff dick. Still smiling Beth began squeezing my cock, and then slowly rubbed it up and down. Eventually she asked in a whisper if I wanted a better look at her tits, which I seemed so interested in. I timidly asked if she was kidding but she said no. Still with one hand stroking my cock inside my swim shorts, Beth sat up and quickly untied the string around her neck and let the bra fall down to her taught stomach revealing the most amazing tits I could ever imagine. I stared in disbelief as Beth unfastened the back of the bra then ran her fingers through her long black hair making her gorgeous tits jiggle only inches from my face. She then took my hand and placed it on her luscious soft tit. I instinctively squeezed it then slowly ran my finger across her stiff brown nipple. My cock was now about to burst and I suddenly thought 'what the hell' and leaned forward to lick the nipple between my fingers. As my tongue flicked the tiny mound Beth suddenly pulled me into her chest and started rubbing my face against her big caramel orbs. I felt her throw her head back and began panting big shallow breaths as I licked her sweat covered skin and nuzzled her nipples; which I knew was a good thing for a guy to do; from reading plenty of porn mags. Still with my face stuck between her boobs, Beth removed her hand from my shorts and groaned, "Let me show you what really makes a woman feel good." She then reached down and slid her bottoms off. At this point she grabbed my head again and pushed it down her stomach until it was between her spread legs and only an inch or so away from her hairy pink pussy. With both hands holding my head she growled, 'lick it.' I was like a mad man licking her pussy and sucking the flaps until she told me to slow down so she could enjoy it too. The married woman was soon gasping for air as she ground her hot cunt against my young face. Her wet slit tasted like nothing I'd ever known before; even now I can only describe it as being like 'Tupelo Honey', the Van Morrison song. I was in sexual Heaven, but after licking her for a few minutes my cock began twitching involuntarily and leaking pre-cum into my shorts. She told me to take them off and climb on to the lounger to be next to her. As I lay down, Beth immediately took my cock and began rubbing it against her swollen pussy lips then pulled me on top of her and my cock easily inside her hot pussy. I was in sensory overdrive as my virgin cock slid as far as it could inside this married woman's pussy. I'd read so much porn I always presumed I'd know what to expect when I finally fucked a girl; but this was way beyond my boyhood dreams. Beth clung onto me like a limpet and stared into my eyes as I thrust as hard and fast as I could manage. I came in no more than 6 strokes. Still lying on top of my neighbours naked body; I sunk my head down into her bosom in embarrassment as my six inches began shrinking and fell out of her sticky cunt. Beth chuckled and whispered that it was ok and that she hadn't expected me to last very long anyway. She helped me onto my side and took my shrivelled cock in her hand and began tugging it back to life. She was quickly satisfied that it was back in working order and my best friends Mom then told me to stand up. As I did she swivelled around until she was sitting in front of me. I was staggered when Brian's Mom cupped my balls and started licking my cock. You have to remember that this was 1983 and even getting hold of a copy of Playboy or Penthouse was a major achievement in our town. Girls very rarely 'put out' and those that did only let you play with their tits and hardly ever let you get inside their pants; so a married woman sucking my cock was way beyond my sexual stratosphere! When Beth took it into her mouth I felt my knees go weak and I stumbled, but took hold of her shoulders making my six inches go straight to the back of her mouth. Beth gurgled and winked a big brown eye as if to say that was what she wanted. I obliged and began fucking her sweet mouth as she sucked and swirled her tongue around the shaft making me shake with excitement. With a smug smile on her pretty face Beth then fondled my hairy balls with one hand and rubbed my cock all over her soft sticky boobs with the other. Many girls had played with my cock since, but nothing felt or looked as sexy as Brian's Mom when she did it. Beth's breathing soon became shallow again and she was panting feverishly when she turned and knelt on the lounge chair with her ass facing me and her legs apart so that I could see her gaping pink pussy dripping my cum onto the towel from between a mass of dark pubic hairs. Beth then looked over her shoulder and told me to play with her ass cheeks. Oh my GOD they were so tight, round and sexy. My cock was so hard it hurt. Beth was shaking her head again and her back arched as I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled them apart then shook them making her pussy leak some more onto the towel. Without looking Beth slid her hand between her legs and grabbed my cock and pulled it against her soaking cunt; then croaked for me to 'stick it in her'. Natural instinct took over I guess and I pushed my cock in so hard, it made her gasp. I lasted about 10 minutes this time; slowing down on her commands and speeding up when I dared. This time when I came I was gripping her hips and it blasted deep inside her belly. I was soaking wet with sweat as I flopped onto the concrete, totally spent. After a couple of minutes Beth motioned for me to put my shorts back on and said that she had better go inside to get showered. As we walked into the house my neighbour turned to me and held my wrist before saying 'she hoped that I didn't think she was a whore,' but 'she thought it was something we BOTH needed' and 'she didn't need to tell me that it had to be a one time thing.' I left for college a few weeks later, and nothing else ever happened between the two of us; but I sure had a few more sneak peeks around the pool during that month!