Once there was a girl...
No, that's not a good way to start, because it leaves out a lot of the real story. I'm a sixty-one year old man. The real story begins when I was seventeen. It was my last year in high school and I was looking forward to leaving for college in the fall. I had a part time job at a local grocery store, a car (of dubious value), a few good friends and what seemed like a perpetual hard cock.
I wasn't (and I'm still not) a giant in the penis department, but the girl who had jerked me off and the one who had given me a blow job -- along with some great feels of breasts, that was the extent of my sexual experience at the time -- hadn't complained. What I had learned, though, was that a man with a normal sized dick just had to try harder to please a woman. At least that was what the Playboy Advisor said. Back then Playboy and Penthouse were the major men's magazines and what most guys used as masturbation fodder. The Advisor was the ultimate authority on suave, sophisticated (read "classy") sexual matters.
So, anyway, there I was. It was way too early for me to have any of the concerns that burden actual adults. I had no debts, no mortgage, no car payments, no wife and no kids to saddle me and drag me down. My spare time was my own and my job allowed me spending money. Fortunately, I had already been notified that I would be awarded a sizeable scholarship which, while it didn't cover all the costs of college, made the balance easier to fill in. My parents had told me they would pay the rest, as long as my grades stayed good enough. Though we weren't rich, both my parents worked and their debt load was light enough to allow that.
I was watching the clock one Saturday afternoon that sunny day in May, waiting for 4:00. Saturday was my one full day of work. I had plans to meet two of my buddies and drive up to the lake -- a favorite spot for local teens to meet, play, and play, if you know what I mean. During the spring and summer the lake was used by a lot of families, but they stayed mainly near one end of the lake, where the park was. The county had cleared a few trees and set up picnic tables and fire boxes mounted on steel pipes set in concrete.
Most of the partiers used the other end of the lake where there weren't any such niceties. If we wanted to cook, we brought small grills or hibachis and sat on logs or blankets to eat. The local cops knew we used the place, but they pretty much stayed away. As long as there weren't any complaints about anything we did, they left us alone. There was only one road to the lake from town, though, and there was almost always at least one green and white cop car stationed somewhere along it to check on drivers returning from the lake.
Most of us drank a little bit. A few drank a lot more. I knew there were drugs around -- just pot back then mostly, but I didn't hang out with the crowd that used it. I was still young and naive enough to believe all the "Assassin of Youth" lies they had been feeding people since 1938 when it became illegal, so I wasn't eager to even try it. But things on the drug front were changing. This was the mid-sixties, after all.
As the big hand on my watch crept toward the 4:00 position on its face my eagerness grew. My friend Tom was supposed to score us some beer through his older brother, and Paul was going to steal a pint of bourbon from his parents' well stocked liquor cabinet. His parents were heavy drinkers and they never missed small bottles of booze once in a while. It didn't occur to me that all I was bringing was my charming self. But I had been the supplier before when they brought nothing, so it all evened out. Besides, I was the one with a car and that cut me a lot of slack.
Finally it was 4:00. I hung up my green apron in the staff lunch room and headed for the door. My car was parked out in back of the store with all the other employee cars. I almost ran to it and started it up. It chugged a little bit and I checked the gas. I would have to get some before the drive to the lake. The poor car had never had a full tank since the day my dad had handed me the keys. I had bought it myself, but it wasn't running at the time. My dad arranged for it to be fixed up, mechanically, at a reasonable cost by one of his friends. He stopped and filled it up before coming home.
As I said, that was the last full tank it had before I got it. Even though gas was around 30 cents a gallon back then, $6.00 was a lot of money back then, too, at least it was for me. I made a dollar and a quarter an hour at the store and only worked about 14 hours a week. If you do the math and subtract taxes, you'll see that it didn't leave a lot of cash. Whenever we used my car for things, the guys chipped in a buck or so each and we made it where we were going -- most of the time. But enough of this crap. Sorry, I get sidetracked a lot.
The afternoon was nice and warm without being hot. The sky was clear and I was heading for what I hoped would be a life-changing evening. It was always that way when I looked forward to a gathering where there were likely to be some girls -- especially if alcohol was going to be involved. There was always the anticipation that this time I might go home without my virginity. As at most schools, there were the "good" girls and the "bad" girls at ours. But if booze entered the picture, I'd heard that some of the good girls could be a little bit bad sometimes. Sometimes, too, I'd heard, some of them could be a whole lot bad. But who knew whether to believe the stories?
I unlocked the front door and went down the hall to my room. My dad worked Saturdays until six and my mom had some friends who got together a few weekends a month to -- do whatever they did. I didn't know or care, but I think they played cards or sewed or something like that. Anyway, I had the house to myself, since my brothers and older sister had left home years before. So I stripped off my work clothes and enjoyed the naked walk to the shower. I've always liked being naked, but in my family nudity wasn't really practiced.
Showered and dressed in my "coolest" shorts (with my swimming trunks under them) and shirt, I gobbled down a sandwich (can't drink on an empty stomach!) and a Coke. I called Tom and told him I'd pick him up in ten minutes. I asked him to call Paul and let him know I was on my way. They both lived in town proper, while my house was on one of the hills above town. "Oh, and make sure you bring some gas money. I'm running on empty," I added.
I recombed my hair and examined my complexion. I had one little zit up near my hairline, but was otherwise clear. "All systems go," I smiled at my reflection. NASA had added some great phrases to our language in the previous few years. Locking the door, I headed for the driveway. Just before I was too far away to hear it, the phone started ringing. "Screw that!" I decided and I got into my chariot and backed out of the driveway.
At Tom's house the news caught up to me. "Hey, man, we have a slight problem," he said. His expression was glum.
"What?" I asked.
"Paul's mom has a friend visiting who has a daughter. If we don't take her with us, Paul can't go."
"So? Another girl -- especially one from another school -- can't be bad," I said.
"Oh, but this girl is only fourteen. How does that fit you?"
"Oh, shit! Well ... did your brother come through?"
"Yeah, we have to stop off at his place to pick it up, though."
I thought about the situation. It wasn't all bad, except it meant that we couldn't get too trashed and spend the night at the lake as we had planned. "Aw, what the hell ... can't be helped, I guess. Still, a little whiskey goes good with beer."
We picked up Paul and Tina. Tina looked fourteen. Her chest was nearly flat, but starting to grow bumps. Her hips were almost as straight as mine, only a little flare below the waist. She had on shorts and a tee shirt that left no doubt that she didn't wear a bra yet. Her hair was short and light brown. Looking at her, I could see she'd be a real killer when she got older. Her eyes shone and she didn't seem to stop smiling or grinning as Paul's mom introduced us all.
"Watch out for Bobby, here, Tina," she said, referring to me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "He's gonna be a real heartbreaker someday." I felt my face heat up. Part of the reason I was still a virgin was my shyness. But a part of my blush was because Paul's mom was a few inches shorter than me and the way she was hugging me her soft tit was pressed against my side. And she had some big tits!
"I think I see what you mean, Auntie Jean," she laughed.
"Boys, I need for Tina to be home before eleven," she admonished. "If you're late I'll turn you all into toads!" We laughed and trooped out the door to my car. "Bobby, you drive carefully! Paul's dad is out there somewhere and you can bet he's probably already got a snootful!" As I said, Paul's folks were pretty big boozers. Paul didn't like what she said, though, I could tell. But we -- and he -- were on the path to being just like them.
Tina got into the back seat and the guys sat in front with me. I glanced in the mirror and found her staring back with her grin. "So, Paul," I began, "is Tina your cousin, or what?"
"Nah! My mom and her mom grew up together so she just calls Mom her aunt. I used to call her mom aunt, too, but stopped a while back."
"Hey, 'heartbreaker'," she piped up from the back, "you could have asked me, you know. I can talk." I glanced up and smiled.
"Yeah, but who can believe a fourteen year old girl?" The guys laughed and Tina's grin 'turned upside down', as the song says.
"I'll be fifteen in August!" she grumped.
"Oh yeah? What day?"
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