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.
Chapter 01 - Lenore
Some people are just slow to catch on. Oblivious...clueless. I had spent my high school years figuring out that despite what any so called "adults" might have been able to dredge up from their delusional minds, my "High School Years" were most definitively not the "best time of my life".
High School for me had been an attempt to earn good grades, get serious about playing music as in band, orchestra, jazz band because I had discovered at age 16 being paid for playing music in churches, musical theater shows, weddings, dinner music gigs, etc. Listening to my parents bitch about work had given me a "Fuck Day Jobs" mentality, so high school was study and practice for me.
If you don't know, "Band Geeks" don't exactly get all the girls and being at least "half-ass smart" and in Band...forget it...and I was in band and orchestra with the biggest bunch of stuck up cunts one could imagine. The "hot" band girls dated other guys leftover by the cheerleaders and drill team girls, you know...the 2nd string 'Jocks". The "cute and sweet ones" had some other boy friend, French Club or some such shit...could it be that I was exuding a little bitterness...nah.
Disillusionment is a bitch. I got a car from my Grandmother the summer before my Senior Year. It was a blue '78 Chevy Monte Carlo that had sat on the lot way past a year waiting on me to choose it and make as good a "deal" as possible. My impression was that if that car wouldn't get me laid, I was hopeless. I should have never said that out loud. What I did get was carting buddies, male and female, to lunch and other such places.
I did date some and had one "serious" girlfriend that mostly teased the hell out of me for about half of that year. I'd tell that story, but since I didn't get as much as a good hand job out of that good "Christian" girl who was perfectly fine with me getting her off, but I'll save it for a multi-chapter series called "Slutty Little Teases ". And don't ask if I got any Prom Night Sex.
I was so glad to get out of town in my life and 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.
I was in the best shape ever from working a summer job with a brick and stone Mason. His red headed stepdaughter was one of the girls I would have gone down on gladly. The moral of that story is this; if you date a girl and her Mom likes you a lot...try and Fuck the Mom...'cause daughter likes the boys the Mom hates. Some truths are hard...like my cock after a date with the red headed girl!
Back to college...little did I know that after being fairly tame before, I was ready to discover booze, grass and casual sex. Sand Bar Parties on the river happened after the Saturday Football games. I quickly sorted out the groups.
The "Hangers" liked the scene but were not into all the "goodies"...churchy, "goody-2-shoes" that had to go, so they could have something to talk about. The "Partiers" drank, beer, Bourbon, PGA Punch, whatever...the "Dopers" smoked Pot. Funny thing was that it seemed that the really straight arrows knew when to leave before things "evolved".
At the second Sand Bar Party of the fall I had given a ride to a girl "buddy" I knew from back to 4th grade and a couple that we both knew from High school band. Lenore was a "hot girl" by anyone's description, being 5-8, with curly black hair cut short and skin in a color between caramel and milk chocolate. Her build was athletic with long legs, a tight bum and what I remember as 36 C-ish tits. Several years her 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 College, Moorehouse 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.
Lenore and I had a couple of rum and cokes while hanging by one of the fires. The couple that came with us had blended into the crowd, but we had at least six other couples or groups adjacent to us. Besides the usual drinking, others were grilling hot dogs and burgers and a few of the guys were fishing as well.
We were enjoying being outside, a little buzzed and a watching the "scene". Being there with Lenore had been enough to hold my attention, even though I had listened to her complain about her long distance boy-friend whose parents had said in front of her that there son was "to good" for state college...blah, blah, blah...I zoned a bit until Lenore said, " I think we stayed too long". "Hunh" was my response..."Check out Stacy and Tom."
Lenore and I sat there, literally "bumps" on a washed up log, around the campfire, Stacy and Tom across from us laying on a blanket kissing and groping. His hand was outside of her denim shirt, rubbing one of her audacious tits.
We were very still, as if afraid to disturb the other couples. Lenore scooted closer, saying,"It's cold." I pointed to Tom and Stacy saying, "So I see."
Looking over their way, we could see her hard nipple atop one pale breast when Tom's palm wasn't cupping as much of her tit as possible.
A whisper of "Oh, shit..."was all she could manage. It was the first curse word I had heard from Lenore's mouth. What I suddenly realized was that she was tight up against my left side, slightly turned into me, right arm around my back.
This placed her plump boobies around my left upper arm..."Oh. Shit..." was my echo at the realization that purposefully on her part or not, I was as close a I had ever been to her "twins". I turned away from gazing at Stacy's tit toward Lenore who had her chin on my shoulder.
Just when I was about to try to kiss her, she nudged me saying softly; "Look"... to our right was another couple Scott and Laura. While still clothed, they were kissing, fondling and making a bit of noise. We were close enough to hear him groan as her hand rubbed a large, long bulge in his jeans. We both scanned the area around the fire and took in the tableau of lovers.
My arm was still wedged firmly between her breasts. At that moment, I was not sure that I had ever been as comfortable with a girl I was actually dating. Just when I had second-guessed myself out of trying for a kiss, she leaned up as I turned my head towards her face, planting a kiss square on my lips. She was a bit surprised when I quickly stood up and straddled the log to get here a little closer to me. We kissed again. I felt the tip of her tongue graze my bottom lip and opened my mouth to give her a more passionate kiss. So much for being cold!
