As you get older you find yourself reflecting on your past. And then, a few years after that you start thinking about regrets. I don't have much in the way of regrets, but I do have quite a few incidents of missed opportunities. Not coincidentally, all of these missed opportunities have to do with sex.
So I've decided to create a series starting with the actual stories - up to the point that the opportunity was lost. And then, I let my fantasy take over. Here is chapter one.
Chapter One starts at the University of Vermont in 1973.
Jill Miller was famous on campus, at least among the UVM boys. She worked in the Student Center Student Affairs office. Most students had, at least, one reason to go there over the course of four years. More often than not Jill was the first person they would meet at the front desk.
Jill was gorgeous. A classic California blond (That a beautiful California blonde ended up in Burlington Vermont truly stretches credulity but it's true ). She was tall, somewhat slender and never wore a bra. The first things most male students noticed about Jill were her nipples poking through her UVM polo shirt. After a bit of ogling they would move on to her classic beauty. Her full lips, light blue eyes, her long blonde hair and perfect hips.
After I graduated I chose to stay in Burlington and got a job as manager of the university print shop. I had worked there part time over my last three years in school. When the manager position opened up I jumped at it. Having a decent full time salary in "college town" set you aside most of your peers.
A couple of months into the semester Jill, two other women from Student Affairs and I would meet to play scrabble during lunch hour in my office. There was always a lot of flirting among us. Jill was the only unmarried woman among them. Her flirting seemed to be more salient than the others. Nevertheless I saw it as just good natured banter.
When I started seeing a senior from the University her overtures heated up. Still, I considered it as benign repartee.
We often talked about how much we loved watching "The Wizard Of Oz" during its once a year airing.
"You should come over and watch it on my new TV." She said in what I perceived as loaded invitation.
"That would be great." Even though I knew that I probably wouldn't go and risk the indignation of my girlfriend.
"Great. I'll start making plans." She said.
On the night that the movie was scheduled my phone rang.
"Are you coming over?"
"Huh?"
"The Wizard Of Oz, it's on tonight."
"I'm sorry, Jill. I don't think I can come over. Amy is the jealous type and this would make her crazy, Who else is coming?"
"Just you and me."
"She definitely wouldn't like that. Although I think I might really enjoy it."
"Oh fuck Amy. She's not even here this week. Besides we're only watching TV."
"I just can't."
"You can. I got a bottle of Jack and a couple of joints. And it will look amazing on my new 25" TV."
"I'd really love to, but I just can't."
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This is where the true story ends. Now my fantasy will take over.
"Kenny, come on. Please?" She was almost begging.
"Well, what the fuck. What time does it start?"
"8:00."
"I'll be there soon!" Just saying that started to make me get a little hard.
I knocked on the door of Jill's house. It was one of the many "rental" houses in Burlington. A bedroom, living room and eat-in kitchen.