This story takes place during the winter of 1975-6 in New York City. Six months earlier I finally moved away from my parentsâ house in the suburbs, presumably to be closer to school, but in reality to get away from them and start my own life. Being on my own meant I could meet and get to know people of different cultural and racial backgrounds. It also meant I was free of my folksâ interference with respect to girls. Iâd had a couple of girlfriends before moving out, but we always had to sneak around in order to fool around. Now I didnât need to!
The girl in this story is named Annie. She and I attended the same university and were majoring in the same subject. Because of this we were in a few of the same classes. At the end of the day we rode the same subway home, except my stop was several stations before hersâ. I lived in the East Village and Annie lived in Brooklyn, not too far from the bridge. Sometimes sheâd stop by my place on her way home or Iâd go to hers, but we always ended up working on a class assignment or just talking. I never really considered our relationship would move much beyond that and I donât think she did either. Annie was seeing someone and so was I. You could say Annie and I were like a close brother and sister.
The fall semester was coming to an end and after exams we would have 3 weeks of free time. My girlfriend and most of my other friends were spending the break with their families or on a beach in the sunny South. I planned to go home for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and again for New Yearâs Day, but had no clue what Iâd do with the rest of the time. One day between Christmas and New Yearâs Annie called. I thought she had plans to be away that week, but she said they fell through. She asked if I was busy and, if not, could we spend the day hanging out. I certainly wasnât busy and invited her over. About 45 minutes later Annie was at my door and we ended up walking north toward Central Park. The day was cold and gloomy, but neither of us cared. We were happy to be in each otherâs company. Along the way we stopped a few times for coffee to help stay warm. We strolled through the park and told each other about our hopes and dreams. Weâd never been quite that intimate in our past chats, but on that day it seemed to be the natural thing to do.
On the way back, we walked down Broadway. At that time, Broadway had a number of peepshows and XXX movie theaters intermingled with âlegitimateâ theaters. The place had not yet been Disneyfied. Weâd had a long day and Annie said her legs hurt. But instead of heading for the nearest subway station she suggested we stop in one of the theaters and see a skin flick. She was curious to know what it was like, but too afraid to go in by herself. I was surprised but thought, âWhy not?â Iâd seen a few of those movies and they always provided jerk off fantasies at night. Some even had a decent story to go along with the sex!
Annie and I walked into the first theater we saw, paid admission and sat down in an empty row. The movie was nonstop sucking, fucking, cumming and endless âYES! YES! YES!â, âOOH BABY!â, âHARDER, FASTER, DONâT STOP!â It was almost comical! Annie giggled as she watching the film. One actorâs cumshot was a repeating loop of film that made his ejaculation seem to last a couple of minutes. Annie just licked her lips and squirmed a little in her seat. Some no-name actress was getting gang banged with a dick in every hole and one in each hand. She making all the right noises and was soon drowning in a tidal wave of cum. The look on her face was one of pure joy. Eventually Annie and I started looking around the darkened theater. We spotted several men jerking off and a few couples who were pleasuring each other. They may have been gay or perhaps a streetwalker was lending a hand (or mouth) to her john. We didnât know and didnât care.
After an hour or so Annie and I left the theater. We didnât talk very much about the movie. She was very tired and asked if she could stay at my place. Annie had spent the night a few times before and I had no problems having her there. I was also quite tired and figured Iâd fall right asleep. We took the RR train back to the 8th Street station, walked a couple of blocks east to 2nd Avenue and climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor. My apartment was arranged as a railroad flat, meaning all the rooms were in a straight line, one after the other. My room faced the avenue and Annie slept in the next room away from the street. Following her room was the main entrance, a small kitchen and the bathroom, in that order.