This all started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences. What it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.
Ch. 1.1- Lenore and the Revenge Fuck
I was so glad to go to college! I went from high school band nerd to fairly cool college freshmen in about 3 weeks after going to college. That how long it took for me figure out what the fuck was going on. Having turned 18 early in my Senior Year, I was 19, 6-4, 220 lbs. and sporting a full beard that was grown to piss my Mom off that summer.
At the second Sand Bar Party of the fall I had given a ride to a girl buddy I knew from high school and couple that we both knew. My buddy Lenore was a hot girl by anyone's description, being 5-8, with curly black hair cut short, athletically built with long legs, a tight bum and what I remember as 36 C-ish tits. Do to our many years together in band during sweaty"out door rehearsals, I also knew she had silver dollar size puffy nipples with hard little nubs.
Why was she with me? I was long established as safe and she had a boyfriend at another school, Morehouse College to be exact! To say she was the hottest Black girl at our High School would not have been fair...she was damn near the only black girl in that High School.
This all would have been fine if we hadn't both gotten turned on by the "fireside cuddling" of the other actual couples we saw late in the party. It wasn't exactly a like porn show but we were both surprised that we were able to see as much as we did that night. And I was surprised to have Lenore on my lap kissing and fondling with me.
We didn't fuck, but we did enough that we both got off and enough that Lenore knew where this would go if we hooked up again. I got to hear a phrase that I would hear again from different potential lovers:
"Mal, ...we can't do this again."
You can fill in the list of reasons: boyfriend, inter-racial dating in the south in the early 80's, not ruining a friendship, etc. To hell with all that, I wanted to fuck her so bad. And little did Lenore know that seeing her with me sparked interest in me form a young woman whom I would come to think off as the best lover I have ever had. But that's another story...
I saw Lenore almost every day after our "session" and we kept out shit together and remained friends even though she figured out that I was changing from "safe" to a way more experienced young man that she had previously known.
Lenore and I took meals together from time to time. I gave her rides to shop and generally maintained my buddy status. She even rode home for the weekend with me a few times when her Dad, "The Colonel" was tied up. Having to thank me chapped his ass greatly.
I think it was the turning down of the offer gas money that really pissed him off.
It was a momentary fantasy of mine to have said, " That's okay...your daughter gives great head." just so I could see his reaction! It was best kept a Fantasy.
Nothing else unusual happened between Lenore and me for most of that fall. She was quite aware that I had a thing going with Rhonda. In fact, Lenore had teased me frequently about Rhonda.
"I see you had to get a girl you could handle. What's a matter, "chocolate" was to much for you?" she asked with a teasing grin.
Even though we had been friends since about 4th grade, she got no quarter from me:
"I didn't get a taste of "chocolate". All you did was get a taste of some "cream" from me."
She gave me the "stink eye" saying, "Really! You talk that shit to me. Fuck you, Mal!"
"You're such a tease. You had a chance to fuck me and blew it."
It was all bullshit and bustin' on each other. WE knew where we were with each other, which was pretending that we didn't get each other of after a party, or so I thought until the weekend before Thanksgiving.
Campus was fairly shut down already. I didn't want to spend extra time at home, but that was my story, that and a theory teacher with a mean steak. This Prof. had announced a test on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving to an audible group groan. What a bitch. Weather and travel time meant that many students would have disappeared for the whole week.
Lenore caught me after Friday's band rehearsal and ask my plans for the weekend.
I told her I was at school until after the music theory test the next Tuesday. She had tests the next Monday and Tuesday as well. When I ask if she had a lot of Studying to do her unusually terse (for her anyway) answer was, "Oh, Hell No...at this school?"
I laughed hard, as I felt exactly the same way.
Then I got the question from Lenore. "Is Rhonda Big Titties gonna be keeping you busy this weekend?"
I answered, "Put ya claws in... bitch kitty."
"I know she worries about me after what she saw us doing." This was Lenore's way of giving me more bullshit.
"She doesn't worry on you at all, Miss Thing." I teased back.
I saw Lenore's face change from confident to a flash of a little pained as she answered," I guess I'll have to tell her your in play..."
"Good luck with that..." I said as I started to walk off...
"Malcolm...wait." she said, "I'll stop...I was being a bitch...sorry..."
Dismissing any idea of offense, I offered, "You can bust my balls anytime, hon...you know that...you have too much shit on me for me to act uppity with you..."
Sometime being sincere and open is harder on others that keeping things light.
I got to see Lenore have another stray thought of whatever was troubling her. It should have been a clue, but I'm dense that way.
Again she recovered by offering, "Diner and a movie on me... you drive...?"
"Now...?" I asked.
"Pick me up at my dorm in an hour.", having played me and reeled me in, she left.
I was stunned, but not as stunned as I would be later.