There are things from your youth that you just never seem to be able to forget, some of them good some not so good. This is a story about a young man that just graduated from high school and was attending his senior party.
Graduation ceremonies had just ended for the Class of '63 and we were grouping to go on our senior party. To control what could potentially get out of control, the school and parents had decided to take the graduating seniors by bus to the Port of Seattle, put us on a boat and ship us off to a sort of resort island in Puget Sound. Didn't know the name of the island then and still don't. The island resort was owned by one of the Pacific Northwest Indian tribes and was rented out for occasions such as this. We were searched when we got on the bus and again when we got on the boat. Any and all alcohol was confiscated and those found with it were not allowed to continue on the trip. We were told the Island recreation facilities included a large ballroom in which there would be a live Rock and Roll band. There was a bowling alley, a swimming pool, and a game room where there were card tables and Las Vegas style gambling, (no real money, just script we could turn in for prizes) and pinball machines.
Remember this was 1963. Drugs were virtually unheard of, except for rumors of pot smoking. HIV, Aids, Herpes, Cancer and many other diseases we accept as commonplace today were unheard of at that time. There were about two hundred graduating seniors on the trip.
Joe, my best friend and I were looking forward to getting drunk and having a good time. Yea, I know how did we get the alcohol? There were several chaperones on the trip to look after things. These included parents, teachers, and others. Joe's girlfriend's mother was one of the chaperones and she had promised to bring our libation with her. It seems as though plenty of liquor found its way on to the island, as no one seemed to be going without.
Joe and I wondered around for a while till we found Karen, his girlfriend's mother. She gave us the bottle of Jack Daniels that she had brought for us. Joe's girlfriend was unable to attend the senior class graduation party, as she was only a junior. We wondered off too proceed to get totally drunk. A funny thing happened; I decided to stay sober. After thinking it over, I had decided that there would be more opportunities if I were not drunk and was more aware of what was happening. I didn't mention my decision to Joe.
We wondered around for a while just checking things out and seeing who was hooking up with who. There were some interesting parings that surprised us. For example there was Becky, one of the social elite had hooked with Tony, one of the biggest hoods in our class. This guy was a big time greaser and gear head, really below Becky's social status. He was also a very good friend of Joe's and mine. Guess that tells you where we were coming from.
After about an hour things were beginning to happen. The dance hall and the Los Vegas gambling were the two main attractions. Joe and I decided to go into the dance. Our chances of hooking up might be better there. In the dance it was not well lit, you know mood setting. I lost track of Joe.
I danced with several girls, but wasn't able to get to close to them. There was one, Lynn, a cute small blonde that I had dated once during the last year. Nothing had really happened on our date and we hadn't gone out again. We danced fast a couple of times and then some slow numbers were played. I held her tight as we barely moved on the dance floor. She had had a few drinks and was feeling a little loose. I planned to take advantage of this if possible.
I know, not an honorable thing to do, but what can you expect from a teenager with a bad case of raging hormones. As we danced, or should I be more descriptive swayed to the music, I let my hands slide down to caress the cheeks of her ass, while I kissed her neck. She didn't object and seemed to like this. We danced another number like this and I raised one hand up to her side and let the edge of my thumb brush against the side of her breast. I could feel her bra and for me this was exciting. With my other hand I continued to caress her ass. I could tell she was wearing a panty girdle. This was a common garment in those days and I hated them. They were damned near impossible to get inside of and removing them was a bitch. I thought of them as the chastity belt of the 1960's. I kissed her on the lips a few times and she returned my adorations. Yea, this might work out. It was getting warm in the dance hall and she said that she wanted to go outside and get some air and cool off. This was fine with me.
We went outside to a park like area and sat on the grass. A nice moonlit view of Puget Sound, the warm night air and the smell of lush grass all added to the moment. She laid back and was looking up at the stars; I decided it was time to attack. I leaned over and kissed her. She returned my kiss with a slightly open mouth and the tip of her tongue. We kissed and played tongue tag for a few moments. I moved my hand and held her waist. She turned slightly toward me and put her hand on my chest.
This was going pretty well. I moved my hand up and cupped her breast. They were small, just a hand full and it was difficult to feel them through her blouse and bra. I slipped and few buttons loose on the blouse and slipped my hand inside her bra. I cupped her small pert breast and felt the pencil eraser sized nipples with my fingers. She responded by kissing me more passionately. I continued to do this for a little while.
I could feel her nipple becoming more stimulated, not larger, but harder. I removed my hand from her breast and moved it down to her stomach and massaged down her abdomen to her pubis, she spread her legs slightly and I rubbed her sex through her skirt, panty griddle and underwear. I don't know what she felt, but I didn't feel a fucking thing. There were just too many layers of thick material. I decided to enhance the feeling by sliding my hand under her skirt and up her thigh to the bottom of the leg of her panty girdle. As I tried to slip my finger under the leg of the girdle she abruptly sat up, closed he legs and asked, "What do you think you're doing, I'm not that kind of girl. What are you some kind of pervert!"
With that she quickly got up, rearranged her skirt, buttoned up her blouse and ran back in to the dance. Left me setting on the grass by my self with a raging hard on. Well so much for that action. I got up and went off in search of another girl. There were plenty there and I wasn't going to give up.
In the gambling room I ran into Joe and he was trying to hook up with Gloria, a cute little brunette that was a good friend of his girlfriend. I didn't think that that was a good idea, but didn't tell Joe that. I left them and continued looking around. I saw Tina standing off by her self and decided to go and talk to her. Tina Maria was a passionate Italian girl with raven black hair and a beautiful olive complexion. She had a very slim figure and over sized breasts for her body. I said hi and she returned my greeting with a smile. We talked for a few minutes and I asked her if she would like to go into the dance room and dance. She said yes, that would be fun. We went in to where the band was paying and began dancing. A couple of fast ones then a couple of slow ones. I held her close and felt those large breasts of her pressed against my chest and thought that she had pressed her pubs against my thigh a couple of times. She seemed to be enjoying my company.
We danced three more fast numbers and were getting quite warm. She suggested going outside to cool off. This was great. We walked outside and down to the pier where the boat was tied up that had brought us to the island. We leaned on the dock rail and watched the phosphoresce of the water in the moonlight. I put my arm around her and held her tight. She responded by turning toward me a giving me a big kiss. This was cool, very cool. We held each other in a tight embrace as we continued to kiss. I felt her large breasts and nipples pressing into my chest and my hard on was firmly lodged against her abdomen. She wasn't pulling back. I slid my hand up between us and was caressing her breast when Ralph, her ex-boyfriend hit me in the side of the head. I went down dazed. Ralph grabbed Tina by the arm and forced her behind him. I got up slowly trying to regain my senses when Ralph swung at me again. I ducked and the blow glanced harmlessly off my shoulder. I took my shot as he finished his unconnected swing and landed a good hard left hand straight punch to his nose. I felt the gristle of his nose crunch as I connected. I hit him a second time with my right in the jaw and he was definitely in pain and dazed. I hit him three more time before he went down. I was just getting ready to put the leather to him when Tina jumped on me yelling for me to stop.
"You're hurting him, stop. Please stop!" she yelled at me.
Ok, that's what I intended to do, hurt the fucker. I relaxed and she turned to minister concern and care to Ralph. I guess he wasn't as much an ex as I thought he was. I just walked off back up the dance hall with out saying a work. I found a restroom and wet a hand towel to put on my cheekbone to prevent some swelling. I went back outside to sit and hold the cold hand towel on my cheekbone for a while. It hurt, but not to badly. I had been hit harder than that in the past.
I wasn't giving up. I went back into the dance to scout around and see what else I could find. There was Alice standing with a group of her girl friends. She had been in two of my classes this last year and had always seemed friendly. I asked her to dance and she accepted. We danced a couple of fast dances and then a slow one came on. I held her tight as we swayed to the music. I slid my hand up to feel the side of her breast. I no more than touched it when she backed up and slapped me hard across the face and backed a way. She turned and stomped off back to her girlfriends. Damn that stung. She could really swing. Well, I guess that ended that attempt.
This wasn't turning out at all liked I hoped it would. I decided to go over to the bowling alley to see what was going on over there. I grabbed a soda on my way in and took a seat to drink my Pepsi and watch. The alley was pretty full and I had a good view of a number of girls as they were bowling. I love tight asses and there were a number of girls showing off theirs as they attempted to roll that heavy bowling ball down the lanes. About the time I had finished my Pepsi, John, another friend of mine called to me to join the group he was with. Sounded like a good idea and so I went to get some shoes and a ball. We bowled two sets and I was doing pretty good for an amateur, breaking 200 on my second game. There was one girl in the group that seemed to take an interest in me. I didn't know her well, just knew who she was. Her name was Lisa. She was an average sized girl with a pretty face and a nice figure, nothing outstanding just nice. We talked as we bowled and she seemed very friendly. Laughing at my lame jokes and giving me smiles and winks. When we had finished our second game she suggested that we get something to drink and sit and watch for a while. I grabbed us a couple of cokes and we took seats behind the bowlers.
We made small talk and laughed at the antics of our friends trying to bowl. I noticed that while we talked she had placed her hand on my thigh. I didn't mind at all, in fact I looked at it as a good sign. When we had finished our sodas I suggested that we go for a walk outside. She seemed delighted with the idea, jumping up, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.
We held hands as we walked along a path next to the bowling alley toward a wooded area. As we entered the woods we came to a widened portion of the path we were walking on the contained a picnic table. We stopped her and I took her in my arms and kissed her. She returned my kiss and we were immediately in the throws of lust. We were hugging, kissing, and running our hands all over each other's bodies. I soon got her blouse unbuttoned and was feeling her bare breast under her bra. She had her hands inside my shirt and was rubbing my chest. She moved one hand down to my hard cock in my jeans and was rubbing it through the material. This was progressing well.
