Who turned the lights on? Just let me sleep!
I tried to push myself farther down into the covers in a vain attempt to shut out the brightness, but realized it wasn't the result of someone throwing a switch.
Wait, that's not the light. It's the fucking sun.
The sun? What time is it?
I fumbled for the clock radio on the nightstand and finally got my eyes to focus.
11:27
Eleven freaking twenty-seven!?! What the actual..!
The cogs in my brain finally meshed and logic took over. I was indeed 11:27 in the morning of May 16
th
. May 16, 1968. I was a high school graduate. I grinned to myself.
I am a high school graduate. That shit is finally behind me.
The previous four years had been barely tolerable at best. I had literally squeaked through, even having had to repeat a class at night in my senior year to be able to graduate with my class and finishing with a straight C average, 2.0 right on the nose.
My shitty grades and undisciplined study habits meant that a top-tier college was not in my future and that I was not likely to become the lawyer my parents had dreamed about. My middling athletic ability and my preference for solo sports like bicycling precluded any kind of sports scholarship. Like most of my classmates at the catholic all-boys college prep high school I had attended, I had managed to make it into legal adulthood as a virgin, albeit against my sincere wishes.
I was pretty meh. The military looked better every day if I was ever going to be an adult.
All right, dude. Time to greet the world. Get your ass moving.
Crawl out of bed. Shuffle to the bathroom and drain the lizard. Brush my teeth, put on fresh boxers and a pair of shorts.
[sniff] Yeah, I can get another day out of this shirt, and I have to work up a sweat anyway.
Out to the kitchen for some toast and yogurt, my usual breakfast. Let's go outside and get the yardwork done so Dad won't have a fit when he and mom get home from work.
Our little piece of suburban Los Angeles was part of a parcel, a piece of a larger property that had been divided into three smaller lots. We lived at the end of the shared driveway in the rearmost house, and there was an identical abode between us and the original house in front, set at a ninety degree angle to our home.
And that is where our story begins.
I was the oldest of three children, with my two younger sisters still having two weeks of school before their summer breaks. The house we shared the driveway with was occupied by a single mom, a twenty-eight-year-old divorcee named Kathy.
Dear, sweet Kathy. Pretty little Kathy.
She was a petite little package, a five foot one inch doll complete with what was called a pixie haircut like the one Mia Farrow and Leslie Caron wore, a short style worn straight and close to the head. Her Scandinavian heritage was evident in her high, prominent cheekbones, her very blond hair, and her pale coloring. Her only child, a six-year-old boy, was just finishing the first grade.
Our yards were as small as one would expect, really just small patches of grass front and back with random shrubbery and trees breaking up the verdant monotony. Kathy had a backyard luxury rarely seen among the people we knew, namely an in-ground pool.
The weather in Southern California is almost always warm, but by June you're getting into the overheated summer temps. Trimming the bushes in the back yard didn't take long, but in that time the heat and humidity had me dripping sweat. I stripped off my shirt and moved to the front.
As I rounded the corner of the house, I had an unobstructed view into Kathy's yard and her pool area. There, thirty feet from where I stood, was my cute little neighbor lying back on a chaise, a straw hat covering her face.
Topless.
My breathing stopped. My heartrate tripled. All the blood on my body that wasn't needed to keep me alive immediately rushed to my groin and my shorts became uncomfortably restricting. My virgin eyes locked on the first pair of tits I had ever seen live.
Holy shit.
I was transfixed.
My eyes were locked on her perky boobs like heat-seeking rockets, absorbing every detail and filing it permanently in my memory banks. They were small, about the size of a half orange each, but on her slight frame they were the perfect size.
Her skin was so pale that there was not much of a contrast in shade between her breasts and the surrounding skin, and her nipples and aureoles were just pink enough to be seen.
They stood perky and firm, standing upright on her narrow chest, two monuments to femininity.
And holy shit, there they were, right in front of me.
The world had stopped. In those times, the swimming attire we used to call "two piece" had morphed into the much smaller bikini, and we horny teenagers were still getting used to seeing so much skin exposed. Kathy wore the bottom half of a white suit adorned with large orange flowers. Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat and tight. I drank it all in, and I may have been drooling from my slack jaw.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Uh, huh? Wha...?"
"I said, take a picture, it'll last longer."
Oh shit.
I fumbled and bumbled and generally acted like the besotted dimwit I was, finally tearing my gaze from her chest and bringing it up to her mouth. I couldn't yet look her in the eye out of embarrassment.
"Oh, hey."
"Hey to you. You forget how to talk?"
"I...er...um..."
"Oh geez, whatever." Kathy grabbed the bikini top lying next to her chaise and covered her chest, leaving it unfastened. "Is that better?" she remarked with a smirk.
I was finally able to meet her gaze. "Hey, Kathy."
"You already said that." I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze assessing me from head to toe. "I didn't know anyone was home, I thought you were still in school."
"I finished yesterday and graduated."
