Chapter Two August 26, 1972
Michael and I were best of friends since second grade. We did everything together except, of course, intimate relations. Michael was pretty good looking not a knock out but he had something the girls liked. He always had a girlfriend and it seems he often had a couple at the same time.
Being his friend had it's benefits. We were always among the popular groups and I met a lot of girls. Unfortunately the girls always put me in the friend zone.
The only times I ever "got lucky" was when one of Michael's ex girlfriend's needed comforting or the surprisingly frequent "mercy fuck". In fact, I had developed the mercy fuck into something of an art form.
Which brings me to my latest regret / fantasy story.
I met Judy towards the end of the last semester. Her roommate was one of Michael's latest girlfriends. Judy's room had become the hangout in their dorm. She was a pretty wild girl. She did a lot of drugs and not just the typical marijuana and occasional psychedelic that were the norm at thath time. Her drug of choice was methaqualone (Qualudes) but when she couldn't get Qualudes she do anything she could get. Seconal, Morphine even Heroin. Although she only snorted it.
Judy was an extremely good looking girl. Classic hippy, long hair, no makeup, baggy clothes that looked like they came from the Salvation Army. For most of that semester I had no idea what her body looked like. Then one day I dropped in and she was wearing one of my favorite hippy girl outfits. Torn, hip-hugger, bell bottom jeans and a men's white sleeveless T-shirt - maybe one size too small. Wow! I took one look and I could feel my dick getting hard. And she made it clear that she noticed it. The shirt left little to the imagination. She had just absolutely fabulous breasts. Fairly large torpedoes with just enough droop to make them bounce. Her areola appeared a little puffy and soft nipples on top. I should also mention that she had a great body as well, but the truth is I was fixated on her tits.
The semester ended and we all went back to our home towns. Michael and I drove out to see her a couple of times. I was thinking that Michael had set his sites on her. He had that look in his eyes.
During the summer Michael worked at the local pharmacy. The man who owned the store loved Michael and wanted him become a pharmacist and work at his store. He had so much trust in Michael that he gave him the keys to the store so that he could assemble the Sunday newspapers. In the 70s there were four major Sunday papers. Over the last few Sundays of the summer I would help Michael with the papers in exchange for free reign of the store. Michael had been stealing stuff from the store for years. By time I was ready to go back to school I had amassed a pirates treasure of useful things. Six cartons of Kool cigarettes. A dozen cans of Arrid Extra Dry. A couple of boxes of Twizzler's licorice. Shaving cream, razors, clearasil and just about anything else you could think of - except - drugs. But then with Judy in mind I started loading up on pills as well. I'm pretty sure no one ever suspected anything was missing. I learned a lot about drugs in a couple of weeks. Methaqualone came in three different strengths and was made by three different companies. Two pills from each of the nine in total for three weeks got me 54 Qualudes. I did the same with all the other drugs I knew the names of. Then on the last Sunday, Michael unlocked the high powered stuff. He assured me that they had no controls of any kind. I took three morphine pills and four percadan. Then he showed me the cocaine. I wasn't completely unfamiliar with cocaine. I had done it several times. I also knew enough that whatever I had used had been heavily diluted. This was pure, pharmaceutical cocaine. I filled a small pill bottle about halfway. In retrospect I would guess it was about 8 or 9 grams. Michael had a family emergency and was going to take the bus a week late. I had my very cool Volkswagen Bug Convertible so I had to drive. It was about a four hour drive from Sharon, Mass to UVM. I had already done it several times. A day before I left Judy called me to ask me if I could give her a ride.
It was a warm, late summer night. Not a cloud in the sky. I picked up Judy at her house in Newton. She had one fairly small duffel bag and a back pack. She was wearing an Army shirt rolled up at the waist and the sleeves. To finish the look she had loose fitting denim shorts roughly cut about halfway between her knees and her waist. Nothing very provocative, at least I didn't think so.
It was about six o'clock when we left. Judy wanted me to put the top down but I said it was gonna cool down and besides doing the top on one of those Beatles was a pain in the ass.
For most of the first hour we talked about how we spent the summer. Not really very interesting. As we got to the New Hampshire border Judy said, "can't you put the top down. I'm broiling here."
"I was thinking of stopping soon for a burger. Maybe I'll take it down then."
"Oh shit, I'm dying." She said and unbuttoned her shirt. I was thinking maybe she had nothing on underneath.
It wasn't more than a few minutes later that she took the shirt off entirely. There was that sleeveless T-shirt underneath. I was trying get a good look and keep the car on the road at the same time.
Now, I was twenty years old at the time. And most normal twenty year old kids become aroused very easily. And just the thought that those tits were within sight caused my pants to start bulging.
It wasn't like she didn't notice. Judy enjoyed being provocative and at this moment she was provoking my libido.
"You're really holding onto that shifter pretty tight," she said, "Did you see anyone over the summer?"
"You mean like a girl?" I asked
"Yeah, did you get any?"
"Um, yeah. A little." I replied without a lot of confidence. I was hoping Judy had a little real interest in me and this wasn't another mercy fuck. On the other hand, any fuck would be OK right now. I actually had a pretty hot thing going for most of June.
She chuckled and said, "I'm sure you did. What was she like?"
I wasn't sure how to play this. I decided to go for the mercy and then go from there. "Well, she was a friend from high school. Nothing special."
"OK, well you know I think I know what you need. I can see the bulge in your pants."
I tried to cover it up and said, "No that's just the way my pants buckle."
"Come on, you know you'd love to get laid right now. Wouldn't you?"
"Ah, yeah I guess I would. Who wouldn't?" I said a little sheepishly.
"I can help you, Jared. We'll be at the dorm in another hour or so."
At that point I was feeling like I wanted this to be something better than sympathy or good will. "So is this a mercy fuck? You're gonna take care of the poor undersexed guy. I don't have a super hot sex life but I get my share."
