Sandy and Brad
Chapter 1
A Christmas Tale - Bearing Gifts
Author's Note:
I went to College in the early 60's and had a hell of a good time.
I thought those years were wild and miss them for auld lang syne .
The following story is fiction, expressing the way my mind thinks things could have been in that era.
Cheap gas, cheap food, and (alas) low wages.
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My name is Brad. I just turned 20. I'm 5'11" tall, weigh 150 pounds, play pinochle and love to fuck. I first met Sandy Ciccone on Saturday, December 26, 1964. It was an innocuous beginning.
I live at home with my parents in Edison and attend St. Peter's College in Jersey City. I don't recall when the house phone rang but it was early evening. My friend, Art, speaking excitedly, said: "The broad who works with my father is here visiting with her cousin. They're both stacked. Come on down."
Art and I were dating two sisters, Christine and JoAnn. The sisters were out of town with their parents for the Christmas holiday leaving us all alone to get into mischief.
Earlier that week I had an accident with my 1950 Ford Custom sedan and hadn't fixed it yet. It needed fenders and a new radiator. I now had to walk to get anywhere unless I could bum a ride from a friend. I walked the three blocks to Art's house.
The girls were sitting in the living room with Art's parents, Art and Mary Quinn. We made small talk with the Quinns who soon left the room. I always admire parents who know when to disappear.
The girls were Italian, with black hair and a light olive skin tone. The taller one, Sandy, was about 5' 6", 20 years' old, 130 pounds. She had on a silky black top with black ski pants. She wore glasses with cat's-eye frames and rhinestones in the corners. Her tits appeared to be nicely shaped, and a peek at her ass made my dick twitch. She noticed me looking and smiled.
Her cousin, Connie, is the same age, @ 5'5" and 140 pounds. She wore a sweater with black ski pants. Her tits appeared bigger, as was her ass.
For no particular reason I decided Sandy was gonna be with me tonight.
The four of us made small talk, they both worked, Art and I were in school, we all liked "
Rag Doll
" and the Four Seasons. We talked about music and other groups and the Beatles. I wasn't impressed with the Beatles' loud music and vocals, but the girls loved them. Sandy was visiting Connie who lived on the same block as the Quinns. Sandy made sugar cookies to bring to Art Sr. as a Christmas present. This is what broads did back in the 60s. The conversation started to stall when I saw Art trying to get my attention. He was nodding his head in the direction of the piano in the next room.
I got up and went to the old upright and started playing Percy Faith's
"Summer Place."
I saw Sandy watching me but otherwise there was no reaction. I nodded to Art who came over and we played
"Heart and Soul"
, Art doing the chords and I played the melody. Both girls came over to watch us with big smiles.
Sandy pleaded for me to teach her the chords. They're simple (C, Am, F and G) until you try to teach them to someone who's never played a piano. Each time she would miss a key she would flap her hands and punch me in the arm as if I was making her mess up. She was having a good time bouncing into me on the bench with each mistake. Her thighs felt good pressed against mine. The first time she got the chords correctly, I gave her a side hug and squeezed the back of her ass. She looked at me and smiled.
While we were playing the piano Art had Connie against the wall behind us with her sweater up over her breasts. He had her bra up and was pinching her nipples. She was squirming as he started feeling her pussy through her slacks. She had a nice camel toe and there was a wet spot on her crotch/.
Sandy and I continued playing. She made it through the song once and wanted to do it again and grabbed my cock. She leaned in with open lips and closed her eyes. I met her half way and we started making out. I love French kissing, and she did too. She changed her position so I could feel her tits. I whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you silly tonight." She moaned and squeezed my cock hard and said, "I'm a virgin."
What the hell?
I whispered back to her ear, "Not for long. Let's Go."
She nodded.
We turned on the bench and watched Connie deep throat Art. He has a big cock and I could see it bulging in her throat. He pumped fast and hard while she had her hands on his ass. Sandy was wide-eyed watching her cousin play him like a mouth organ. Sandy didn't move as I slipped my hand down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass again. She squirmed a little when my fingers explored her ass hole. She shifted her pelvis for me and I got two fingers in her rosette. Her ass was very tight.
I said, "Art, finish already and let's go.
Art grabbed a fistful of Connie's hair and quickened his pumping, bending his legs for more leverage. His eyes closed as he said, "Swallow it all, bitch." He started to climax.
"I'm...n...ot...a....b...itc...hhhh." Connie mumbled to his cock as he began streaming ropes of semen straight into her stomach.
It was impressive.
He pulled her up by the hair and kissed her lips, cum and all.
When he let her go she was weak in the knees. She kept her balance and smiled happily as we left the house...
Did I mention Art is only 18 and needs a woman's confidence reinforcement like this every now and then?
I didn't have wheels so Art borrowed his dad's red '57 Ford Ranch Wagon. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other in Connie's cunt. She was sitting with her back against the door moaning. By this time both girls had ditched their bras and panties. I love to watch girls take off their bra without removing the top. An amazing feat. She had nice ones - 36C (remember girls were much bigger in '64). They put their clothes back on.
After a short ride we arrived at Johnny's burger joint for some eats and sat in a booth. I kept Sandy busy licking my fingers after I fingered her pussy. Connie had gone under the table to suck Art off again. Art, in the meantime, was chatting up a blonde in the next booth. The blonde saw his dick size and wrote her phone number on a book of matches and gave it to him.
The burgers, fries and drinks were consumed and the bill, plus tip, for the four of us was $5 -- remember this is 1964. Me? I'm a poor student. Art didn't have any money either so Sandy paid. I told her I'd pay her back.