Red Light Green Light 3

Red Light, Green Light

This is not a work of fiction. The events described took place 50 years ago. Most of the main events are clear and vivid in my mind but much of the dialog I have had to invent based on my memories. Also, it is possible that I have embellished or invented minor points in the story. I have changed names of characters in the story. I recently went through my letters and found 8 from Terri. I read each of them and it helped me remember details about our crazy romance. Those letters hit the recycle bin a few weeks ago, never to be seen again.

This is the story of how I met my second sexual partner when I was 19 years old. This particular series of sexual encounters took place over 2-1/2 years while I was in college and still stands out as unique due to the intensity of our sexual encounters and the risk involved.

The Beginning

I had just arrived home for Christmas holidays from WSU and was looking forward to about 2 weeks away from school at my folk's place in Vancouver, WA. My Dad asked me if I would be interested in seeing the Stan Kenton Orchestra who were scheduled to play in Portland about 10 days later.

Although big band stuff wasn't my favorite type of jazz, I knew I would enjoy the night out with my father so I volunteered to go over to Jantzen Beach and buy tickets at an import store that had a Ticketmaster franchise or similar.

I walked into the store and up to the checkout counter where 2 tall, elegantly dressed blonde girls were standing. I told them I wanted to purchase concert tickets and they looked at each other and then told me they didn't know how to sell the tickets and would need to get someone to help me.

One of them walked down an aisle and called out for Terri.

Terri emerged from behind some shelves where she had been stocking merchandise.

As she approached, I took her in.

She was short, about 5'-3" and gave the impression of being somewhat dowdy in dress.

She was wearing a long paisley velvet dress with sleeves that came to the elbows. The dress had a dark blue background with emerald and golden paisley designs and a slightly scooped neck. She was wearing leather sandals with 2" heels and a small silver cross around her neck.

Her face was oval and she had an upturned nose. Her mouth was rather small and her lips were of average fullness. Terri had brown eyes and was wearing no makeup. I can't every remember Terri with makeup on.

Those first impressions faded as I was completely overwhelmed by her hair.

She had the most beautiful head of wavy red hair I have ever seen. Her hair came below her shoulders and from the front it looked like two gorgeous waterfalls of shimmering red framing her face.

The blonde girls were standing off to one side of the cash register whispering to each other and right away I got the impression that they looked down on Terri.

She walked behind the counter and asked if she could help me.

I told her I wanted to buy tickets for the Stan Kenton concert and she pulled a 3-ring binder from under the counter and started to flip pages. As I stood there, I realized she had an unbelievably full bust. The dress showed about 2 inches of cleavage and her skin was absolutely porcelain white, her arms, her face and her bust. There wasn't a freckle on this girl. I swallowed and tried to collect myself.

She eventually found the sheet for the concert and then looked at me and smiled. She asked, "What kind of music does Stan Kenton play?"

I said, "It is big band stuff, you know, swing like was popular in the 50's. My Mom and Dad grew up in Chicago and danced to this music before they were married and before us kids came along after WWII."

She smiled.

Terri said, "I don't really listen to jazz. Don't know anything about it."

She gave me a form to fill out with my name, phone number, mailing address, etc. She said the tickets could be mailed or I could come back in and pick them up in a few days. It told her I wanted to pick them up and she ran my bank card and I paid.

She looked at the form and said, "Ken, I hope you and your dad have a good time at the concert."

She then looked over at the blondes and said, "We got some inventory in that needs to be unpacked and put out."

I asked her, "Are you the manager here?"

She gave a little snort and shook her head.

"No, I worked here one summer and since then holidays when I don't have school. The owner comes in for a few hours each day and keeps an eye on everything but we pretty much do all the work."

I said, "Are they sorority sisters or something?"

She gave me a big smile, "Yeah, they are at the U-dub, I have a really hard time getting them to do any work."

I said, "Well, I will wait for the call." And turned and walked out of the mall.

I thought about Terri on and off for 2 days when I received the call that the tickets were ready to pick up.

I drove back to Jantzen Beach to pick up the tickets and figured, hell, she probably won't even be working today.

Well, I was wrong.

Terri was standing behind the counter when I walked in and she smiled as I approached. She was wearing a really beautiful satin emerald blouse with long sleeves and a black skirt that came just above her knees. She was a short waisted woman but due to her height her legs gave the impression of being on the stumpy side.

She remembered my name and went through the drawer looking for my tickets. She found them after a bit.

I was standing there and suddenly blurted out, "Would you like to go out with me?"

She completely froze for 10 seconds and said nothing. The blondes were standing nearby taking this all in.

I realized I had screwed up and told her, "Oh sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, forget what I said".

Terri shook her head and said, "I would like to go out with you."

It was one of those weird situations where you are expecting doom and gloom and suddenly the sun comes out.

I asked Terri for her number and she got this grim expression on her face and said, "I'll call you; your number is on the ticket form."

The blondes were smirking and whispering as I walked out.

Terri phoned me the same afternoon at 4 PM. My mother called me to the phone.

I said, "What do you want to do?"

Terri said, "I don't know but I have the next two days off work."

Out of the blue I said, "Do you like to hike?"

She said, "Oh yes, I worked for the Forest Service last summer on the trail crew. I am hoping to become a Forester when I graduate."

I suggested I pick her up the next day and we go up the Gorge and visit Beacon Rock and possibly hike the Hamilton Mountain trail. She had not been to either place.

Terri told me she had choir practice in the morning but if I could pick her up at noon she could spend the afternoon with me.

I asked for her address and again things got weird. She said she would meet me at a Minit Mart I was familiar with at noon. I told her we could go hiking and I would like take her out for dinner after we got back to Vancouver.

She agreed.

My father let me use the Cutlass for my date.

At 11:50 I was in the Minit Mart parking lot and she walked up under the awning with a pack. She was dressed in jeans and a heavy rag wool sweater. She got into the car and seemed a bit ill at ease.

I noticed her Danner boots and pointed out that I had Danner boots on as well. She explained that she had bought boots and good rain gear when she got hired by the Forest Service to work during the prior summer near Packwood, WA.

We drove out east in the Gorge towards Beacon Rock but she was strange to talk with. She was very interested in my background, my family, where I went to high school, what my major and experiences at WSU were like, etc.

She seemed very reticent to talk about herself.

After a while she revealed that her father was a mill worker and her mom was a stay-at-home mom. She had a younger brother. The whole family were devout Catholics and she attended Mass every week and sang in the choir at her church.

We got to Beacon Rock and it was as nasty as nasty can be. Heavy rain, 40 degrees F with powerful wind gusts.

We put on our rain gear in the bathrooms at Beacon Rock and started up the rock. We didn't talk much. You had to raise your voice to even be heard over the noise of the wind tearing through the trees.

To be honest it was an amazing experience with the landscape looking like a Japanese painting with mist and fog and the conifers standing out against the white background. From time to time, we got glimpses of the Columbia as the clouds parted.

We made the summit but stood apart stunned by the power of nature raging around us.

We walked back down and warmed up in the Cutlass for about 15 minutes and then drove to the Hamilton Mountain trailhead.

We walked about half of the Hamilton trail. The trees along that trail are tall and the wind gusts were 50 MPH or more and we could hear trees and large branches breaking. I tried to keep a weather eye up so we didn't get clocked by a big branch coming down.

We were freezing, soaking wet in our raingear and miserable but we were both awed by the power of the wind and watching the swaying trees buffeted by the wind.

At some point I grasped Terri's hand and asked if she wanted to go back and she tipped her head back and nodded.

After getting back to the car we drove to the Beacon Rock parking lot and took off our rain gear.

We got back in the Cutlass with the heat on high and headed back to Vancouver. That car had a beast of a heater. As we were approaching Cape Horn Terri suddenly started to open up.

She explained that she had a boyfriend that she had known since junior high. Her parents loved him and they had made plans to eventually marry. She told me that she was sorry but this would be our last date. She couldn't see me anymore.

From my perspective this was no big deal. I honestly thought that Terri and I were probably not a good match. I told her that I understood and thanked her for being honest with me.

I said, "Listen Terri, I had planned to take you out for pizza tonight so if you would be willing to go with me, we can eat and I will drop you off after dinner."

She seemed a little surprised and said, "I'm starving, I would like that."

Oh well, nice guys finish last, story of my life.

We went to one of the Smokey's Pizza places and ordered a combination pizza and we drank root beer.

Both of us had finally gotten dry and comfortable and I was pleased to see that Terri was feeling more relaxed.

At about 6 PM we were done eating and we got organized for me to drop her off at the Minit Mart.

She asked where I lived and I told her I lived in the Heights. She asked to drive by my house and she said, "Wow, your folks are rich."

I really didn't know what to say. We lived in a split-level house which was probably about 2,200 square feet with a 2-car garage. It was no mansion.

At this point I headed for the Minit Mart.

When we were 4 blocks from the Minit Mart Terri suddenly asked me to turn right into one of the streets in the older part of Vancouver.

The houses in this area dated from probably the 20's and were huge two-story wood frame construction. The yards had full grown Maples, Cedars and Douglas Fir trees and both sides of the street had hedges with gates leading to the front doors.

We drove about half way down the block and Terri told me to pull over. She reached out, grabbed the shifter and placed the car in park and asked me to turn off the lights and kill the engine.

I turned to face her and gave her a quizzical look.

She extended her left hand and placed it behind my neck and drew me towards her and then kissed me full on the lips.

This was so unexpected it took me 10 seconds or more to start kissing her back.

At this point I pulled out all the stops and started kissing her with all the skill I possessed and then slipped my tongue through her lips and she slid her tongue into my mouth.

This went on for 10 minutes and then I pulled back, parted that rich full nest of hair and nuzzled in against her neck. Her hair smelled faintly of strawberry shampoo but when I started licking her ear lobe there was a strong smell of cinnamon.

I pulled back and asked her if she was wearing cinnamon perfume.

She shook her head and said, "No, that is cinnamon oil. That's what I like. It's nothing fancy."

I told her I liked it and in fact I did and we resumed kissing and I brushed her neck and ears with the tips of my fingers and she shivered.

At this point she placed her small hand directly on my cock which was fully erect by this point wedged against my right thigh, trapped by my jeans.

I pulled back and gave her a questioning look and she said, "Let's find a quiet place to talk."

At that time there was a wooded park that had trails along one of the creeks that flow through Vancouver. A winding gravel road led from an arterial to a long gravel parking lot. There was a single street light where the access road connected to the parking lot and I drove to the opposite end of the lot where it was fairly dark.

I slid the front seats forward and folded the seat backs to the dash and with the car running turned the heat up on high. Terri moved into the back seat and began taking her boots off. I took off my boots and wool socks and placed the boots on the floor of the front seat.

I walked behind the car and opened the trunk standing barefoot on the wet gravel and retrieved a wool blanket from the trunk. My dad kept that blanket in the trunk for putting tire chains on when we went skiing on Mount Hood.

I crawled into the back seat and Terri said, "Your feet must be freezing. You poor thing."

Cold feet were the last thing on my mind.

When the car was oppressively hot, I killed the engine and positioned myself in front of Terri. She started to pull her sweater off and I helped her and then she helped me remove my sweater.

I leaned in and we began kissing again. I place my hands on her upper arms and then moved my hands to her tits. With my fingers spread my hands barely covered each of her breasts. She felt very firm but some of that was the bra she was wearing. We were both aroused and Terri's cheeks were flushed.

She pushed me back and started unbuttoning my flannel shirt and I reciprocated. She was wearing a red and black flannel shirt and she leaned forward so I could take it off. She helped me remove my shirt.

Although it was fairly dark at the unlighted end of the parking lot, the clouds were reflecting quite a bit of light from the city lights of Vancouver and Portland and as my eyes adjusted, I could see Terri pretty well.

She reached out and started caressing my biceps and cupping my pectoral muscles.

Terri cooed, "God you are gorgeous."

I looked down at her and shook my head and then she leaned forward and said, "Help me with my bra." I reached behind her and found the clasps which were somewhat difficult to release. I was surprised, her bra had 4 clasps. The bra was unlike any I had taken off of prior girlfriends.

She reached up and slid the straps off her shoulders and her bosom fell about 3". She carefully slipped her arms out of the straps and then cupped her hands over the front of the bra. She slowly slid it down and I saw her breasts for the first time.

I later found out that her bust was a 34 H cup and that all her bras were custom made because she couldn't find bras that fit her.

She slid her arms down and brought them up against the side of her breasts forcing them together and making her bust jut out. I felt like I was having heart palpitations. She was a vision below me with a slight smile on her lips and her eyes looking up at me expectantly.

She had small nipples and at first, I didn't think she had areolas. I looked closely and realized that she had huge areolas, about 4" in diameter and they were a very light pink color barely distinguishable from the lighter surrounding skin.

I leaned forward and began gently sucking each nipple in turn and then lightly pinched the areola tissue between my thumb and index finger moving in circles around each nipple. After a few minutes her nipples grew to about the size of a pencil eraser and her areolas drew in and grew bumpy. I was absolutely on fire. Terri had a big smile on her face and was forcing her jean encased pussy up against my leg.

When I pulled back, she lifted her hips up and unbuttoned her jeans. I slid her jeans off and she quickly stripped her panties off and threw both over the front seats. She sat up and a little more light fell across her bust and I realized that she had some fine blue veins showing through her translucent skin.

She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and helped me slide them off.

"Oh", she said. "You don't have underwear on."

I told her that I had given up on underwear when I was 14 and had never looked back.

She reached out and began lightly stroking my dick and said, "That's a pretty cock."

I want to make clear that I am completely average in the cock department. My cock is 6" long when erect and is probably slightly thicker than average but nothing special.

At this point I had a disturbing thought and asked Terri, "Are you on birth control?"

She shook her head. "I am Catholic, I don't believe in birth control."

"Oh crap", I said and turned to grab my jeans.

"Ken", Terri said, "This is the safest day of the month for me, you don't have to worry. My boyfriend and I practice the rhythm method and I am very careful about taking my temperature and I keep a calendar."

I still was worried and to be honest that whole night in the back of my mind was the nagging worry that she might get pregnant and there would be hell to pay.

I turned back to Terri and said, "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? If you think your parents would be upset about dating me, how would they feel if you got pregnant."

She said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen and if it does, I will tell them it was my boyfriend."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but my lust overwhelmed my judgement.

She put her hands around my waist and pulled me between her legs.

I tried to slide down and lower my head to lick her pussy but she said, "No, please, I don't like that."

I looked at Terri like she was crazy. "Are you serious, has anyone done this to you."

"No", she said, "I think it's gross."

From then on, I never tried to eat her pussy again but it turned out Terri had no issues with sucking cock.

I reached my hand to my mouth to transfer saliva to my dick but she pulled my hand back and giggled.

I reached between her legs and my god; her pubic hair was soaked.

She reached down and placed the head of my cock at her entrance and lifted her hips and I slid right in. I pressed forward and our pelvises met.

I asked Terri, "Are you OK?"

She got a big smile on her face and started to slowly rock her hips.

This started one of the longest marathon fuck sessions of my life. We only fucked in the missionary position and although I am a guy with significant stamina, I had to pull out a number of times due to the motion of Terri's tits.

Watching them roll up and down and collide with each other when I was thrusting hard nearly put me over the edge time after time. Her breasts at 18 were still firm and they moved beautifully. I expect time has taken its toll but during the period we were together I was just mesmerized by her tits.

Terri's chest got all blotchy. She was as excited as any woman I have ever had sex with.

She was not tight at all. I fucked her slow, I fucked her fast, I fucked her with only the head of my dick and then I fucked her with long strokes with my balls slapping up against her butt.

She told me how good I felt.