Although the story you are about to read, sounds like a sailor's wet-dream, I swear is true, every word only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
In 1972, I was thirty, in the prime of my life, single and living in a beachfront penthouse in Venice, California, which I rented for $350 a month.
I was dating a half a dozen women, who knew about each other so I never had to lie or make excuses.
I had a dream job with the County Health Department, doing community organizing out of my home so my working hours were pretty much my own.
I never really considered myself a super-stud with women but I was very good at conversing with them and truly loved their company. I was nice looking in a hippie kind of way and because of my gymnastics background had a decent body.
The 60's and 70's was the perfect time to be single. No AIDS, no herpes, most women were on the pill and it was a time of sexual freedom and experimentation. My sympathies go out to the men who missed that opportunity.
One particular night, after making love to one of my girlfriends, Sandy, a dark-eyed, dark-haired beauty who was a "once is enough" lover, and feeling especially horny, still under the influence of diet pills and weed, decided to slip from her sleeping arms and go visit another girlfriend in Hollywood, Gloria.
I arrived around midnight and knocked at her door. No answer. I knocked a little louder and was suddenly confronted with a neighbor and a gun.
Gloria heard the commotion and quickly explained to the neighbor that she knew me and took me inside her apartment. Although she was a little annoyed that I hadn't called her first, she was glad to see me and in a matter of minutes we were fucking like bunnies. Gloria, the intellectual type, was a green-eyed, dark haired honey who worked for a woman's magazine. She wrote about her sexual escapades'. She would refer to me in some of her stories as her boyfriend "Chance Harrison." I guess that was because, there was a chance I would be available and a chance I would not.
After an hour and a half, she explained that she had an early morning meeting and needed to sleep. She told me I was welcome to stay but I explained I had better get home and we kissed and said goodnight.
What I had not realized while I was in Hollywood with Gloria, Stacy, (another girlfriend), who was bisexual, had come over to Janis's, another of my girlfriend's apartment, in my building to make love to her. After making love, Stacy told Janis she still needed some cock and was advised by Janis to go up to my apartment to satisfy her needs.
Janis, who had a key to my place, loaned it to Stacy, who quietly let herself into my apartment, undressed and crawled into bed with who she thought was me but soon discovered, much to her surprise, was Sandy.
"I'm sorry" she said to Sandy, "I thought you were Billy, please excuse me."
