INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Come back in time to the year 1961 and meet Marcie Shapiro and Ramona Rodriguez, two pretty 18-year-old high school seniors who live in a large mansion on Long Island. Jewish princess Marcie's super wealthy parents own the fine house, while hot Latina Ramona's mother is the live-in housekeeper, Ramona's origins in Brooklyn far more humble.
Despite their differences in socio-economic status and backgrounds, Marcie and Ramona are really good friends. But just how close are the two girls? Join Marcie and Ramona when left alone for the evening and find out for yourself!
All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. All sexual activity is between characters aged 18 and older. Please enjoy reading about Marcie and Ramona's secret feminine fun together, and rate and comment.
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Marcie Shapiro and Ramona Rodriguez lived at the same house in a pretty town situated on Long Island's South Shore about an hour's drive from New York City and had much in common on one hand, but very little in common on the other.
Both Marcie and Ramona were born in the fall of 1942 and were aged 18, and in the current year of 1961 would be graduating high school in June. They liked similar subjects in school, and had similar tastes in music, cinema and television. The two girls also had the annoyance of a sibling two years younger who saw the world in ways different from people who would be considered normal.
While Marcie had applied herself hard to study for her Bat Mitzvah aged 12, it was a completely different story for her younger brother Jacob for his Bar Mitzvah several years after this. All Jacob did in Jewish classes was mess around and act the class clown, he clearly wished he was somewhere else on the day itself and generally was indifferent at best to all things connected with Judaism. Then one day aged 15 Jacob had tripped running, knocked his head on the sidewalk and when he came around and recovered from concussion in hospital there was an amazing change in the boy.
Suddenly Jacob was not so much interested but obsessed with all things connected to the Jewish religion, and took to wearing a yarmulke at all times despite no other members of his family doing so except for religious occasions. He also made a nuisance of himself with the family's Rabbi, constantly talking to him during visits to the house or at temple and calling him on the phone at all hours, and it took all of the poor man's patience and tolerance to be polite to the teenager. That Jacob had developed a crush on the Rabbi's pretty teenage daughter Becky in recent months only helped push Rabbi Goldstein closer to insanity than sanity.
While Jacob made a pest of himself with his sudden and somewhat obsessive love of Judaism both with his own family and the long-suffering Rabbi Goldstein and the Rabbi's wife and kids, Ramona's younger sister Luciana - always called Lucy - had some pretty cuckoo ideas of her own. The space race between America and the Soviet Union was in full flight, with Russian Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin having travelled into space in April and American Astronaut Alan Shepard having completed the feat earlier in the month. There was talk of a man orbiting the Earth perhaps as early as 1962, and new President John F. Kennedy had recently suggested that man might even land on the moon before the decade was completed. The space race also meant that artificial satellites both American and Soviet orbited the Earth, and it was this that caused Lucy much anxiety.
Lucy constantly fretted that the American and Soviet satellites could spy on her when she was using the bathroom and would therefore know when she went to the toilet or had her period. Despite Ramona and their mother Claudia telling her how absurd this was Lucy kept right on with these weird and paranoid thoughts, and Ramona worried that one day Lucy would say this to the wrong person - such as the school guidance officer or a doctor - and that men with butterfly nets would turn up in a white van, capture Lucy and take her away to a safe place.
But all of this was nothing new for the younger of the two Rodriguez sisters. As a child Lucy was so terrified of dinosaurs that the only way she could cope with them was by pretending they never existed in the first place and as a teenager years later she still stated while trying to hide an anxious expression that dinosaurs were made up.
Growing up Lucy also feared communists, such as them hiding behind bushes and lurking around dark corners or in alleyways at night, plotting to abduct her and take her away to a socialist country in Eastern Europe deep behind the Iron Curtain. The younger Lucy had also been paranoid about catching polio and became a quite a hypochondriac thinking that every minor ailment that she suffered such as a slight headache or sore throat was the first sign of infantile paralysis. This continued even when both Ramona and Lucy were given the Salk vaccine as soon as it was released in the mid-1950s.
So while a loopy younger sibling was something that was something that Marcie and Ramona had in common, the girls had a lot of differences. One was faith, with the Shapiro family being Jewish and the Rodriguez family with their Latin American origins being of Roman Catholic background. More significant was the difference in wealth and social status between the families.
Howard Shapiro, the father of Marcie and Jacob, was a very wealthy man, a millionaire many times over and worked in a luxurious office high up in the Empire State Building. He and his wife Ruth, Marcie and Jacob's mother, obviously owned the fine mansion where they all lived. The Shapiro family's magnificent house which also boasted a swimming pool and tennis court was located in a part of town with ocean views and really was an example of how Long Island's super wealthy lived.
Claudia was employed by Mr. and Mrs. Shapiro as a live-in housekeeper, and she certainly had a full time job looking after the mansion. The Rodriguez family lived on the first floor of the house, Claudia having one bedroom, Ramona and Lucy sharing another and Claudia and her two daughters had a small living room and their own bathroom. There wasn't any need to make room for Mr. Rodriguez, he had always been irresponsible and taken off when the girls were very young, leaving Claudia to raise Ramona and Lucy on her own. Lucy didn't remember her father at all, and Ramona's last dim memory of him was when the family visited the Statue of Liberty for a rare family outing shortly before leaving his wife and daughters' lives forever. The live in position of maid had come up eight years ago, Claudia had applied for the job and was the successful applicant and the family had lived here ever since.
Ramona certainly wasn't complaining. It was pretty swell living in a huge mansion, and Mr. and Mrs. Shapiro were great employers to her mother, and very nice to Ramona and Lucy. They were allowed to use the swimming pool and tennis court, and Ramona had become quite accomplished at tennis practicing on the court with Marcie Shapiro, who was quite a star at the sport and played it at competition level.
There was always the employer/employee divide between the two families as could be expected, for example they never ate or socialized together outside of the house, but living here was pretty good. It was better than the situation for Claudia's sister who was also a live-in housekeeper and single mother to two teenage daughters. The wealthy family for whom they worked made it absolutely clear that they were servants and that was it, very different from the Shapiro family. From talking to her cousins, Ramona felt like this house was something like Berlin. It was one city but with a massive divide between the Western Zone and the communist Eastern Zone, a chasm so great that there was even talk about dividing the zones with a wall.
Ramona was very happy with her living situation, but even if her family was still living in the cramped Brooklyn apartment in the middle of the projects where she had spent her formative years Ramona could not have felt anything but happy on this beautiful Saturday. The late spring weather across all five boroughs and into upstate New York and New Jersey was picture perfect, flawless blue skies with not a single cloud to be seen, golden sunshine and warm temperatures, more like July or August but with none of the humidity often seen during these months in New York. If this was a taste of what was to come, then the summer of 1961 was going to be a nice one.
