I was just a crazy kid at the time, old enough to know better but too young and all of that.
I had partnered up with my butthead brother and bought a gas station, some of you older folks may remember those deals that used to be available on every street corner in America.
The oil companies would find some young hard working folks, feed them a line about being "independent businessmen". For a small monthly rent this allowed them to stand out in the rain and cold for 16 hours a day selling gas for just enough money to pay the light bill.
But it wasn't so bad, two reasonably good looking young guys got to meet lots and lots of available women.
By selling a tire or battery, (purchased from the company at retail plus 20% of course) it was possible to get by and eat once in awhile.
That is what I was doing when I met Diane. She had pulled on the lot for gas, I spotted the big bulge on the side of her right front tire.
I told her about it, it was easy to talk her into the lube bay and hang a new tire on there for her. Somehow that made me her hero, she thanked me profusely for "saving her from an accident" as I finished the job up thinking about the $15 I had just made.
I really didn't pay much attention to her, Diane was about my age, but she was one of those gals that seemed to make every possible effort to find clothes that made her look heavier, hair exactly wrong for her face, and glasses with heavy black frames.
Just a girl, nothing that would ever get my attention at all. Except for that smile, it never left her face.
We chatted, no idea at all what about, I had to leave her every few minutes to run out front as a car would pull up and ding the bell for fuel.
I finally got a little time free from the gas pumps, she handed me her oil company credit card, now I knew her name at least. In my best saleman's manner I thanked her and called her "Ms.....".
"Diane, you can call me Diane."
That same smile, hard to not notice. Her best feature, I think she knew that.
I smiled back. "Dan."
She left, seemingly a little reluctant, I forgot all about her, went back to pumping gas.
My shift ended at 7, it was about 6 when the phone rang. We didn't get a heck of a lot of phone calls, my brother called out from the office that it was for me and got up off his dead ass to go cover the islands while I was on the phone.
It was Diane, instantly it popped in my head that the damned tire had gone flat or failed, just what I needed to finish off the day.
But she was inviting me to dinner, something about a "reward" for her "hero!". I will concede that it didn't take a lot of effort to get me to go eat, anywhere and about anything.
I thought about the two hot dogs and quart of milk in my fridge at the apartment and said sure. She seemed excited, I was too, I was hungry.
My apartment was 6 miles the wrong way, I mentioned I needed to go home and clean up, she told me to just drop by and I could use her shower. That was even better, my place had a ratty tub that could use some scrubbing, I knew damned well the heat wasn't on and odds were high there was no hot water again, too.
AND I just happened to have a nice change of clothes in my trunk. In those days I always carried a change, toothbrush, shaving gear, different shoes.
Seems I never knew where I might end up staying overnight.
I rolled up to Diane's apartment complex, my little 1966 Nova with the dual straight pipes signalling my arrival. I looked around, the place was a bit upper end, nice. Her number was on the second floor, I looked down at the neat swimming pool, thinking of my cold and crappy one room hovel that didn't even have pavement on the road out front.
Diane answered the door, same bright smile. Best description I can come up with is your puppy greeting you when you get home, I was liking this.
She showed me to her bathroom, it was bigger than my living room. I love single women's bathrooms, there is no dirt on anything normally. The dirt doesn't ever seem to appear until after we say, "I do."
I peeled off my company uniform, looked around for somewhere to put it that wouldn't get dirty. At home I just dumped them on the floor, nothing could hurt my floor at my place.
Diane knocked on the door. "Give me your work clothes, I will take care of them."
I cracked the door, conscious of being stark naked. She caught a glimpse of my nude side through the crack in the door as I handed her my clothes, giggled and shut the door.
I washed and scrubbed, no reason to hurry, hot water! Dang. Luxury. I was just finishing up shaving and brushing my teeth when I heard voices. Two of them. Female. Now what?
Pulling up my slacks with the neat and in style flared legs, I buttoned up my snug soft shirt with the little colored swirls all over it. I decided against the dab of jel to keep my hair swept back, I didn't figure on doing any dancing.
I looked presentable in the mirror if I did have to say so myself, I opened the door with one thing on my mind.
Food!
I could smell it, fresh bread, damned if it wasn't oven baked. Something about fresh baked bread just gets to a man.
There was another girl sitting on the couch, Diane introduced her as Carol, her roommate. I smiled and we shook hands. She was a bit of a chunk, now Diane wasn't thin, she was heavy in the hips and thick waisted, this other gal was big. Not the fat kind of big, she had curves in all the right places, just big curves.
I bellied right up to the table, Diane set a plate of steaks, a platter of baked potatoes, a tossed green salad with a half dozen different kinds of dressings. The steaks were tenderloins I guess, I know a fork cut them like butter.
Perfect! I was ready to move right in.
Later, we sat on the couch, Diane put on some soft music and the three of us chatted away while I did my very best to not belch.
Somewhere in there Carol drifted away to her room, leaving Diane and I alone, I never really noticed that.
I finally looked at my watch, it was coming up on midnight and I had the 6 AM shift the next day, so I started to offer my goodbyes.
"Please. Stay with me."
I looked at her and understood, why the hell not? Sure, she wasn't my type, I preferred the skinny gals myself.
But I was also reasonably sure I could handle the situation, besides....FOOD!
I suppose that sounds a little cold but I was single and usually broke.
So I reached out, she scooted sideways towards me and I kissed her. I was getting kissed right back, too, eagerly. Didn't take me long and I had my hands on her tits, I could feel the lumps of her bra, realized there was lots more in there than just her. Her expression changed a little bit at my hesitation, but I covered nicely by letting out a moan and rubbing her ample behind a bit.
"Let's go." she suddenly stood up.
I got the picture, she led me through the door into her bedroom. We sat on the edge of the bed, necked some more. I was starting to undo the buttons of her blouse when she stood up again.
"Wait."
I waited, she went over and turned off the lights, plunging the room into total blackness. Then she sat down on the bed next to me again.
Bashful, I realized that too.
I went back to work, getting her blouse off, she helped me all the way. Off came the bra, I felt the padding in the darkness, half of her was padding, it seemed. I ran my right hand up and fondled her breast, oddly small for her rather big size. But she was young, nothing had really headed off in different directions yet.