This story is from a long time ago. I was just a kid, barely 24, I met this bit on the soft side Redhead named Patty. She was barely 18, and by barely, I mean it was in July at a picnic and she turned 18 in June.
Redhead. Freckles everywhere, she had a bit of a problem with the complexion, too. Round wireframe glasses, pug nose, hair every color possible for hair to be and lots and lots of it!
Add in a pair of 34's that stood right up and proud and a fanny to die for, to me she was a vision.
We basically ran over each other in a volleyball game, down we went in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Sorry." she said, brushing sand off of me. I had felt her soft boobs mashed against me as we crashed and fell, liked it. She stepped back, her top had shifted enough that I got a flash of pink nipple as she reached up and tucked herself away.
I smiled, told her to run into me anytime she liked, she grinned at me and and took off after the ball again as I stood there willing my half-hard to go hide.
The rest of the game we shot glances back and forth, I was pointedly checking out her boobs and that spectacular behind as she jumped around. I caught her glancing at my crotch from time to time, and looking at me sideways with interest.
I am no bodybuilder type, but I come in at 6' and was around 200# at the time. No fat on me, the job I had working swing at the local paper mill kept me in shape.
She wandered over to a blanket in the shade, I grabbed a couple of bottles of Pepsi out of a cooler and joined her.
By 10 that night I was stuck in her, her legs pointed straight up and she was squealing. Nothing bashful about her at all, we had barely made it to my house before she had reached right down the front of my trunks.
We became an item in no time, I was in love. Patty spent a lot of time playing with my cock, she had a fascination with it. Even sitting around the house with others present, I had to keep an eye on her, she would almost absent-mindedly reach in my pants while carrying on a conversation like nothing was going on.
More than once I had dozed off after a few too many beers and woken up to Patty holding my dick out of my pants showing it off to her girlfriends. I was only a shade bashful in those days and would always put up a fuss, she delighted in that.
In those days money was hard to come by, the house I lived in cost me $3600 and yep, I had a 20 year note on it! But I drove a new 1964 Chevelle, I made $2.27 an hour in my good union job at the paper mill.
Patty moved in with me and we started building a life together. She liked nice clothes and things like that, so she went to work in a local jewelry store. It paid minimum wage, just $0.85 at the time. It wasn't much, but added a dab of cash.
Since she was underage and we weren't married, she couldn't get into any of the bars or nightclubs. I liked to go, and this became a sore subject real quick around our place.
I fixed that with the toilet paper trick on her driver's license, then I took her birth certificate and did the same. I used the two items to get a State fishing license, took the 3 pieces down to the liquor store and got one of those liquor ID cards complete with her picture.
The other two pieces of ID were shakey, so I took her down and had her take her driver's license using the OLCC card for ID. She passed, and suddenly she was now 24 years old, too!
Yeah, I know...but it worked.
Patti went out and got a new job as a bartender, now with tips she was making as much as I was, we were doing pretty good. Since I worked the 3 to 11 swing shift, and she worked the night shift, I got home about 11:30 and she rolled in at 1:30, not bad at all.
We settled into a rythmm for several months, work, then home. Party on the weekends somewhere. Sex every day, sometimes twice. Patty was eager about it, and she just kept up that complete fascination with my penis. She simply loved to play and tease, watching it get hard and stand up.
One night she came home from her job all excited.
"Can I go to school?" she blurted out the moment she walked in the door.
"Sure if you want to."
"It's just 4 weeks."
"Learning what?"
"I want to become a Massage Therapist."
I had no idea at all of what that meant, a picture of some guy in a gym getting his back rubbed popped in my head.
"Why?"
"It sounds easy and fun, and they get $10.00 an hour!"
Ten bucks an hour? Good grief, that was like being a lawyer or something.
"Where would you work?"
"At the Spa for awhile plus I can set up in the spare back room."
I had already learned that when Patti gets an idea, just get out of the way. So for a month we didn't see much of each other except on weekends. She left for classes in the morning, then work in the evening, it seemed like forever.
But I did get some benefits, she would practice on me sometimes, I liked that. We never made it all the way through a rubdown. She even got on the table herself, and I tried some of the things she showed me. Same thing, though, I would begin to rub her legs, she would begin to flush, I would watch the flesh between her legs fill and begin to stand out from it's place of hiding behind her sparse Red pubes. Then she would look at me and we would be fucking, just like that.
Finally the school was done, Patti quit her job at the nightclub and went to work at the spa 3 days a week. That was great because now she was home when I got home. I built a nice table for her, padded it and covered it. The legs folded back and the whole thing closed up so she could move it if she had to. She was all excited when I brought it in from my little shop, I had worked hard getting it just right. She decorated the back room with posters and photos, made a nice home office.
Next was an ad in the local advertiser, in just a day the phone began to ring.
It all surprised me how fast things developed, Patty had 2 to 3 clients a day on her days off. At the spa she was paid just half rate, at home she kept it all. She quit the spa job in only a month.
I learned very quickly to get out of sight when clients arrived, and I also learned to not answer the damned phone. All they ever did when they heard my voice was hang up.
She was doing pretty well, it seemed. The mix of clients were mostly women, about what I suspected, but there was a couple of men, both older by quite a bit.
The one guy was booked every week and I knew he was a local County commissioner which I thought was neat. Patty seemed to like him, too, he always tipped her an extra $5 so those sessions would go for around 1 1/2 hours or so.
