I don't remember how I met her. She was an 18 year old girl from the city and I was a 22 year old guy from the country. Regardless of how the connection was made, I made the journey into the city (a couple hours away) and took her out a few times. But after about 3 dates I just sort of gave up. She was certainly pretty, but she also seemed very straight-laced and she was Catholic! I, on the other hand, was not Catholic and had never been accused of being straight-laced. She was sweet and nice but it seemed there was just too much distance between us, both literally and figuratively. So, like I said, I mostly gave up on the whole thing.
I lived at the end of a dead-end road, as far up in the mountains as I could get. I'd found that, for most girls, the location was kind of intimidating. This added to my conviction that Kathy, a Catholic girl from the city, would likely be very uncomfortable; maybe even feel vulnerable, so that was another good reason to back away from this chick. Still, there was something about her.
A month or so later we had a little party at the cabin I shared with my best friend. For some odd reason, at the last minute, I decided to invite her to the party. I didn't really expect her to come. I just did it on a whim. We didn't have a phone at the cabin and cell phones hadn't been invented yet. I was riding my scoot (read: Shovelhead Harley) the day before the party and just decided to stop at a pay-phone. I dug around in my wallet and found the scrap of paper with her number on it. We talked for a few minutes and the conversation ended with her being non-committal. "No Biggie" I thought. I hopped on my scoot and headed up the long, windy road to my cabin.
The next night my buddy and me were making spaghetti (standard bachelor fare when having guests) and drinking some homebrewed beer. We weren't exactly hicks and one of us had actually graduated high-school. But, you couldn't tell that from looking at us. It was an old cabin and there were a couple of Harleys and two beat up 4x4 pickups parked out front – along with various dogs; no chickens, yet. We weren't quite settled enough for that kind of responsibility. But we were living the dream!
We'd just put the bread in and were getting ready to eat when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there she was, standing there in tight fitting 501 Levis and a little sleeveless top that buttoned up the front with some kind of frilly laces on either side of the buttons. Her long brown hair was down and she had on more make-up than I remembered her usually wearing; she looked pretty hot!
She was a little chick, maybe 5'3" and probably 115 lbs . The fabric of her shirt was semi see-through. I could just make out a little lacy push up bra and the whole package was pretty damn nice. I stand just a tick under 6'4" and at the time I weighed in at about 210 – I was still young and hadn't yet fully matured into a man's body. I had long brown hair that hung about half way down my back. I wasn't a hippie, I was a country boy.
I invited her in and got her a glass of wine; Mateus Rose' was what we considered "good wine" back then. There were maybe 8 or ten other people there. Everyone had brought something and we were all having fun, playing music, laughing and standing around the fire on a nice summer evening. She seemed to fit right in.
After supper somebody broke out a bottle of tequila. Everyone had a few shots. Then my buddy broke out a bottle of what his Dad called Grappa. It was strong stuff that he made in an actual still down in his dirt-floored basement. He'd distill the stuff, put it in a quart Mason Jar, drop a plum into it, then set it on a shelf in the cool darkness and let it sit for a long time. It was powerful stuff – like grain alcohol, but it went down easier.
Everyone lived pretty nearby (except Kathy, the city girl) and after a shot or two of Grappa, people drifted off toward home. Of course, my buddy was still there and he had some chick with him. I think there was another couple still hanging around too. Then, Kathy produced a joint. That was something we'd almost never indulged in. We were country boys and pot was for hippies. Still, I confess to having tried it a time or two. She lit it up and passed it around and we all took a couple hits before it was gone! I didn't have much to compare it to and maybe it was the combination of the different alcohols, but it seemed like it was pretty strong and I suddenly felt loaded!
One thing led to another and she and I found ourselves in my bedroom. We were making out and she was into it! In a short while I managed to get her shirt undone and her bra off and, surprisingly, she just let me do it! Then I got her 501's unbuttoned (they buttoned all the way down, no zipper.) She let me stick my hand down her pants and I started finger banging her! By then I was sure I was going to get laid. I had her pants down around her thighs and a couple of fingers in her pussy, which was soaking wet!
But, when I tried to take her pants all the way off she stopped me saying "I don't want to get pregnant." That was my cue, I guess, to produce a rubber. But, I didn't have one. I never expected her to show up and judging from past experiences, I definitely had no expectations that I'd ever get this far with her, ever! She was a prim church girl, a catholic no less and I, ummm, was basically a heathen. By this point in my life I'd not yet learned that a lot of Catholic girls were pretty messed up from all of the guilt trips laid on them at church. Later in life, I'd learn that a fair number of Catholic girls were sexual deviants. Don't know why, but that was my experience.
Anyway, I didn't have a rubber and my buddy was preoccupied, so I couldn't walk in and ask if he had a spare. So, we wound up stuck in this sort of no-mans circular mis-mash of desire and heavy petting and her stopping me saying "I can't get pregnant." So, we'd slow down, then start making out hot and heavy and I'd start finger banging her, again. Eventually I had her fully naked. But every time I started to do the deed she would stop me! I was too drunk and stoned and horny to take no for an answer but I was a good enough guy that I wouldn't force myself on her! So we went round and around.
The last time she stopped me I said "I know a way and you won't get pregnant." She didn't say anything, so I started making out with her again. I banged her pussy for a few minutes, got my fingers good and wet and then slid them down to her asshole. I worked my middle finger in almost to my second knuckle but then it got pretty tight and dry. I tried to work it in and out but there was no mechanism for it to get wet, on it's own. Still, she did nothing to try to stop me.
