As I look at the woman laying next to me asleep I'm filled with the wonder of a love that has lasted my lifetime and know I am so blessed and lucky. There were many, many small decisions that have taken me to this point. I never would have thought I'd be here with her as we both wrinkle and shrink into old age together. After all we met when she was 17 and I was 19, half a century ago.
The first small decision that came about was a little after I first met her. I was dating a girl at the time that was my first sexual experience. She was the best friend of a past girlfriend of mine and I think that may have been the reason I knew from the start that relationship wasn't to last. But we were each other's 'first' and we both knew we had to get that out of the way. After all it was the time of sex, drugs, and rock and roll- the 60's.
I say the 60's, but it was really 1971, anyone who lived through the period of the 50's 60's and 70's that is truthful will tell you that what is called the 60's now, was really about 1964 - 1974. The early 60's might as well have been the 50's, the culture was still just crawling along, not much new going on that was different from the past couple of decades other than actually declaring war. Music, art, fashion, even technology hadn't taken on the big change that came with what has now been termed the 60's.
One thing that was a big difference to our story back then was STD's. Before the age of AIDS condoms were more for birth control than a worry of disease unless you were with a woman of ill repute. But even that wasn't followed too closely, I had friends who saved a baggie from their sandwiches at lunch and used them as condoms in the evenings. A crazy time. And of course the big change was women had THE PILL.
I first met Ally at a party of what would become my roommates. I saw that one of them had brought a girl that was dressed in white pants. (I have a thing for white pants on women. Nurses?) This stood out due to a black light that was turned on during each song for everyone to dance to. I also saw she had a wonderful shape and blonde hair. I've been partial to blondes, probably because of Haley Mills as I was growing up. How could you not love a girl as sweet as Pollyanna and then see her with the back of her dress cut off in Parent Trap? As a young boy this was jerk off material. I'm sure old Walt is rolling in his grave.
So I'm at this party and see this great female shape highlighted by the black light going around and it's just dark enough I can't tell anything else about her other than she's got blonde hair and is in Cal's arms, one of my soon to be roommates. The night goes on. I finally get a better look at her and find she's also pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. I don't get to talk to her as I'm busy with my girl and trying to be cool myself.
Two weeks later. I've now moved in with the guys but we haven't moved to the new apartment yet so I'm sleeping on the couch every night. No big deal it's only for two weeks and if I want to use the bedroom with my girl I just have to ask. Unless it's occupied it's mine for the duration that we need. We are having a 'going away' party because we'll be moving in the next two days- all the way across the complex to a larger apartment. Any excuse for a party back then.
I have told my roommates I'd like to use the bedroom a little after midnight and get the OK. Everyone is pretty drunk and rowdy as one of my roommates was able to get a fifth of Wild Turkey and they'd been doing shots.
Just as I finished cumming into my girl, I hadn't even rolled off her yet, the door burst open and one of my roommates came in holding a wet dog about the size of a shepherd in his arms. He's all excited and telling me he might want to keep it if I'll help train it. He and I will be sharing a room in the new apartment. He's drunk on his ass of course.
I whip around pulling the sheet over my girl and start to yell at him, "What the Hell are you...?" He's already seen the mistake he's made and has backed out of the room and shut the door. Unfortunately he's left the dog. I quickly get up, pull on my pants, grab the dog by the scruff of his neck and go out into the hallway intending to take the dog through the living room and out the door.
As I came out the door I ran into Ally. She's still my roommate's girl. She had just come out of the bathroom from further down the hall, headed for the living room where the dancing is going on. I'm still bare chested and barefoot just having pulled on my thick cord bell bottomed pants. As we collided I lost my grip on the dog and he jetted down the hallway into the party. I had slammed into her pretty good and she had hit the wall behind her. "I'm sorry!" I said immediately.
She put her hand on my chest, I thought for balance, and said, "I'm OK, what's going on?"
"Oh, there was a wet dog Pete put in the bedroom as a joke. I was taking it outside." For the first time I was looking her in the eyes. I was lost. Catching myself I said, "I've got to go make sure it gets out. It'll make a real mess if I don't." I continued to keep eye contact with her as we walked down the hallway back to the living room.
In the next few months I broke up with my girl and Cal didn't get any further with Ally and started dating another girl regularly.
Just a bit later we were all going to be going to a concert in a week and I didn't have a date. As I talked it over with my different roommates Pete brought Ally's name up. A small decision, I looked over at Cal and he just gave me a blank stare as he said, "Sure, I don't care. I've got better fish to fry." So I get her number from him and make the call.
Within a week of that concert she came over almost daily after school and if I wasn't working I'd pick her up and we'd go somewhere and hang out. As our time together progressed of course our intimacy increased as well. She confessed to me the night I'd run into her in the hallway with the dog that she hadn't really needed any help with her balance when she had put her hand on my chest. It was just she'd never touched a man who had hair on his chest and wanted to feel it. I didn't get it at the time but this was an indicator that she was a very sensual person. I was just happy that she liked me, and my body.
On her 18th birthday she had asked me to take the day off and skip my college classes as well so we could do "something special." I had told her OK and planned a whole day of 'special' things for us to do including a picnic and a nice dinner out that night.
I was still asleep that morning. I had gotten up when the rest of the guys were banging about making breakfast, leaving for work but I went back to bed. Suddenly there was another person in my room, in my bed. I turned over to see Ally looking at me wide eyed and smiling.
My thoughts were still scrambled from just being woken up. Then I remembered. "Good morning birthday girl." I murmured. God! I thought. My breath must smell awful.
Ally didn't seem to mind as she immediately gave me a peck on the lips and said, "Thank you kind sir. I've come by for my best birthday present." She got out and stood by the bed looking down at me. She was dressed in a t-shirt and skin tight white pants. Seeing the confused look on my face and smiling she said, "You know, the one you get to unwrap." A more evil, nasty look came over her face. "And play with, on my birthday," she smiled.
