The following Saturday was Julies Birthday and it was a major one, the big Two- O. Her parents had planned an afternoon family party and Julie invited me to attend. "This will be a great time to meet some of my family members that have only heard about my Construction Worker Boyfriend. I want them to know what a great guy you are."
This created a dilemma for me as I wanted to take her out for dinner and drinks at a nice restaurant in the city. (The drinking age was 18 at the time, imagine that!) So I suggested that we celebrate a night early and she quickly agreed.
Friday night rolled around and I put on my nicest pants, shirt and even a tie. I even drove my car, arriving at Julie's house at exactly 6:00 o'clock. She came to the door, kissed me and said "Come on in and say hi to my folks." Julie's father had inherited a thriving insurance company fifteen years ago and had built it into an even busier office. Both parents worked hard in the office and while they weren't loaded, they had no worries. Julie was the spitting image of her mother and it was obvious where Julie learned how to dress. Every time I had visited her folks, her mom was always impeccably groomed, usually wearing skirts, stockings and a silk blouse if she was at the office or just getting home. Her dad greeted me warmly, shook my hand and we made chit chat about the condo project that I was helping frame.
As we walk out to the car, I couldn't help but admire how nice Julie was dressed. It was a fall evening and she wore a knee length navy blue wool skirt, a silk blouse and a navy jacket. Even after gabbing with her folks for far too long, we reached the restaurant in time for our 7:00 O'clock reservation and were seated immediately. I ordered a beer and Julie got some trendy wine, not sure what it was but she liked it. The meal was fantastic, I payed the check, tipped the waitress and we headed out. We had a warm glow from the drinks and I suggested that we go to my place. My mother still worked second shift and always stayed at her boyfriend's place on Friday nights after work. I would have the whole place to myself and I was already hoping to do a better job of lovemaking than last weekends rushed affair.
We got to my place and to create a little atmosphere, I put on a Donna Summer album that my sister had left behind when she moved out. I also had scored some fine weed and Julie and I fired up a nice fat joint, passing it back and forth a few times before snuffing it out for later if needed. As the weed mellowed us out, we sat on the sofa and I handed a little box to Julie. "Happy Birthday honey, I saw these at the mall and immediately thought of you. She opened up the box, looked at the gold, heart shaped ear rings and cried out with delight "they are beautiful, thank-you! Let me go put them on."
She returned from the bathroom, pushed her hair back, showing them off. "What do you think? I love them."
They looked so perfect in her delicate ears, the light reflecting off of them. She plopped down next to me and gave me a long sensuous kiss. Next thing I knew we were in each other's arms making out as the disco music thumped and the weed created a profound buzz. I just had to see what was under her satin blouse and I untucked the hem and slid my hand up inside, discovering that she was just wearing a bra. Her skirt had ridden up and I caught a glimpse of a pale blue slip peeking out under the hem. "Surprise!" Julie called out "What do you think now lover boy?"
"I think that we should go upstairs" I eagerly replied, "let's go."
I took her hand and led her up to my bedroom. Once inside the door, I took her into my arms and immediately kissed her, my head spinning in part from the weed but also from my desire for this lovely girl. As Julie un-knotted my tie, I reached back up under her silky blouse, cupping her ripe breast, gently squeezing it through the layer of satin and lace of her bra. Julie paused from kissing me "Let me get this skirt and blouse off, I'm getting hot!"