It happened a long time ago, I didn't realise how long until I started writing this. I lived in Manchester, where it was all happening. The pop stars no longer came from America or London but from next door. The clubs were amazing, all the big groups were there. Fantastic time to be young.
I met a girl in a club where the Hollies were playing and invited her to come with me to see Herman's Hermits who were appearing at the local rugby club. You may find it hard to believe I paid 2/6d (12 1/2 pence) each for two tickets to see a group who had a record in the top ten, booked before they were famous.
My name is Jim, and this is the story of Sandra and me.
Sandra was a student nurse and had to move heaven and earth to get a 'late pass' to stay out of the nurse's home after nine. The nurses home was known to them as Stalag 13, remember this was not long after the war.
Herman's Hermits were good, Sandra was impressed, the ale was fine and I won over three pounds in sixpences from a slot machine and that covered all expenses. Taking a taxi I managed to get Sandra back to the Stalag before lockdown. There was just time for a quick kiss and she was gone. This is ridiculous, one eleven o'clock pass and one ten o'clock a month, otherwise in the Stalag by nine.
Sandra, the gorgeous Sandra. She has beautiful long blond hair as was popular with the models and pop stars. Big Bambi eyes, with too much makeup, I think as a revolt against the no makeup or jewellery rule when they are working. She has full lips, usually bright red when we go out. I find her long neck so attractive, her good size tits and nice arse id not detract from her looks.
Sister Dragon was the Stalag gatekeeper, a nursing sister not a nun but there wasn't much difference. Apparently punishment was draconian for any misdemeanour and it gave Sister Dragon great pleasure in catching them. Any of the senior staff in fact. I think they had all suffered as students and wanted to pass it on.
I soon learned that the front door was not the only entrance, the pantry window, quite small, quite high but quite manageable. On our next date, thinking she had a ten o'clock pass and worrying that we would be late I discovered that she didn't and that was when she introduced me to the pantry window. After some more intensive kissing I helped her up to get through the window.
This was more interesting than you would think, this is the start of the miniskirt. I linked my hands so she could put her foot in them and ousted her up. As she took hold I put my hand on her arse for a final push and a view of her white knickers. Once in she leaned out and blew me a kiss.
This situation carried on for a week, me delivering her home on the evenings we went out. I have a car, a beaten up old Wolseley and the following Saturday I took Sandra and a few of the nurses from her set back to the Stalag. I helped all of them through the window. Most were wearing stockings, one tights, all wearing knickers and a variety of arse solidarity and pliability as I pushed them up. Sandra was last to go following a heavy kissing session she leaned out of the window and as well as blowing a kiss she flashed her tits.
Another thing to think about is Sister Dragon who lived through the depression and nursed in horrific conditions during the war. Probably not allowed to get married and seeing the modern girls in their mini skirts and revealing clothes could not have been pleasant.
I have this understanding and compassion for her now, many years later; at the time I could have murdered the bitch!
On Monday morning I found a phone box and phoned work telling them I was sick. Losing a days' pay was well worth it and if I go in tomorrow and do Saturday morning and all day Sunday overtime I will not be too badly off. Sandra's set were working in a different hospital, learning a speciality, obstetrics, known apparently as brats and twats. I went to pick her up from her early shift.
This is the story of how Sandra relinquished her virginity.
Jim was sitting in his car waiting for Sandra to come out. He was sure that there was going to be an escalation of sexual activity. He certainly hoped so.
She walked out tucking her dress in her belt to make it a more fashionable length. Although she looked calm her heart was all of a flutter. Today was going to be special.
She climbed in the car and kissed him before they drove to his flat. Flat is an exaggeration; it is a room with a shared bathroom and kitchen. Shared with three students, two girls and a boy.
Taking Sandra to his room, his clean and very tidy room, after all he'd been cleaning it all morning. Being the longest resident Jim had the best room. As well as a double bed there was a small settee, a chest of drawers and a sink. They sat on the bed and kissed.
Jim produced a bottle of Dutch courage in the shape of vodka. One advantage of the girls working on Brats and Twats was the free orange juice they gave to all kids back then, Sandra had given him a couple of bottles. He poured them both a good slug of vodka into glasses, part of a set borrowed from a nearby pub.
Author's note.
You may find it difficult to believe that girls aged eighteen plus know little about sex. There was no internet porn, in fact no porn available to teenage girls. School sex lessons were useless if they happened at all. I was twenty two with some experience. They of course knew the theory of conception and childbirth in principle.
Following the drink, Jim took hold of Sandra's dress at the neck on each side and between kisses popped a press stud following each kiss. He reached the last one and viewed a very nice bra and knicker set. "Take your bra off," he murmured. Keeping her gaze locked on him she shrugged the dress off and with one hand unclipped her bra and let it fall. She was sure he could see her heart pounding as well as her breasts. He groaned when her breasts came into view. "You are beautiful,"
He cradled them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over the nipples that he couldn't wait to taste.
Her head fell back, her mouth falling open as she let out a throaty sigh. Oh god, she is so lovely, that sound went straight to his cock. But he held on to his control, it would be good for her, for them, he'd take his time. He'd...
"Fuck Sandra, fuck," he gasped as she delved into his pants her fingers closing around him. He pulled her to him again, this kiss open mouthed, primal and raw as she pumped him.
I did it, thought Sandra, I grabbed his cock. She was euphoric although slightly worried as it was bigger than she thought it would be.
Every fibre of his being wanted to pin her down and fuck her, he did the next best thing he pinned her down and sucked her nipples. Her hand remained on his cock although movement was restricted, she was refusing to let go, not wanting to let go - ever. He was more worried about ejaculating too soon.
"I want to taste your pussy," he whispered.
She looked at him, shocked. "You would do that?" She sounded surprised, her limited sexual knowledge did not include cunnilingus.
