About twenty-one years ago, I met, and fell in love with, an incredible girl. I was nineteen and a freshman at university. She was eighteen, a senior in high school, and attending an off campus fraternity party on the weekend. She was the brightest light in the large front room of the fraternity house that evening. Her pixie length blonde hair reflected the moving lights of the mirrored ball turning beneath the spotlights surrounding the room. She wasn't particularly tall, maybe five foot-five or six but her legs seemed to comprise most of her height extending below the shortest of black mini-skirts that she wore. While her legs were long enough to reach the ground, the rest of her body promised something nearer to heaven.
Her slender waist separated her rounded hips from her exquisite breasts that were broad at the base and more than a double handful suspended perfectly in her bra and covered by an untucked, white, turtleneck, sleeveless pull over. Her face was Aphrodite herself, with heart shaped thin lips, Greek nose and arched, thin eyebrows over intensely blue eyes. Her black framed eyeglasses provided the perfect amount of contrast that made her even more appealing and her brilliant, white toothed smile sealed the deal.
She was the attraction of the party, much to the chagrin of the other women at the party and the delight of the men. Throughout the evening, she was cautious with her drinking and even more judicious in selecting the men she was willing to even to talk to. Near the end of the evening, when the music was loud and fast, when most of the women were nearing alcoholic foolhardiness and most of the men pursuing macho propositions, she stood at the side of the room, very sober and still smiling.
Although I had consumed a few beers, I was sober enough to not have lost sight of her the entire evening. I stood near her at the side of the room. Somehow, our eyes met for the first time. Her smile broadened and my pulse quickened, pounding in my chest loud enough for her to hear. She nodded in the direction of the dance floor. I interpreted her nod as an invitation to dance, something I knew nothing about.
Without conscious thought, I moved closer to her and held out my hand. She took my hand and I led her out on the dance floor where I shamefully admitted that I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't know how to dance. She laughed at me and said, "Let me teach you then," her sweet, silken voice disabusing me of any attempt to refuse her offer.
With my right hand on her waist, her left hand on my shoulder and our other hands held high together, she taught me a simple Texas two-step. I wanted nothing more than to learn from this woman. Soon we were moving around the dance floor like professionals with the other dancers making room for us.
When the music ended, we headed back to the side of the room together. I put out my hand. "Jason," I said. She took my hand. "Sue," she said, her voice a thought paralyzing sound echoing around my empty skull.
Without another sentence to follow up, I improvised. "Glad to meet you. Can I take you somewhere quiet where we can talk and have something to drink?"
To my surprise, and the surprise of most the remaining partiers, she said, "Sure. Let's get out of here."
Stunned, I followed her out of the fraternity house. "Where's your car?" she asked.
Still stupefied, I pointed to my beat up Honda halfway up the block. I opened the door and she got in. I managed to stumble around the rear of the car and got into the driver's seat. I started the car and sat with my hands on the wheel, uncertain if I was in any condition to drive.
After a moment of indecision, Sue said, "Well. Let's go."
Not able to disappoint her, I swallowed hard and pulled out of the parking space. Still unable to form a coherent thought, I debated where to take her. I knew nothing about her. Was she legal? That is, drinking age and other things. I didn't want to take her anywhere she would be embarrassed or uncomfortable. That eliminated bars and motels, where I might be more uncomfortable than she would be.
We ended up at an old fashioned, chrome sided, all night diner at the edge of town. We ordered burgers and a vanilla milk shake. Sue carefully removed the onions from her burger, something I thought was prescient and appropriate, so I followed suit. We ate the burgers and shared the milk shake through a single straw.
Conversation started slowly and improved as we ate our burgers. Buy the time we finished, we were old friends, easily communicating with each other. I paid the check adding an indecently large tip and we held hands as we walked back to my Honda. I drove her back to her car near the fraternity house and parked behind it. We sat at talked for another half hour.
Before she left, she asked me a not so simple question. "Jason," she said, "back at the party you seemed unable to talk. Now, you're talking up a storm. What gives?"
"The truth?" I asked.
"I never accept anything but the truth," Sue insisted.
"You're so beautiful that I forgot my pick up line," I said.
Sue laughed aloud. When she composed herself, she asked, "Really?"
"Well, not really, really. I read that some place. I don't have a pick up line but you did take my breath away."
She looked at me seriously for a long time. "Jason, you're the most honest and decent guy I've met all year," she said.
Somewhat embarrassed, I said, "Thank you, I think. I hope I didn't disappoint you."
"Disappointed? Far from it," she said.
"Does this mean I can ask you out on a real date?" I asked, little boy hopeful.
"You can ask."
"Sue," I asked, "would you honor me with another evening together?"
Through her broad smile, she answered, "Yes."
We exchanged phone numbers. Sue added her home address and we agreed to go out together the following Saturday.
"You can pick me up at home," she said. "Come to the door and ring the bell."
"I have to meet your parents?" I asked.
"You'll survive. They're old fashioned. They like to meet my dates."
Sue got out of the car, walked behind it and came up alongside the driver's side window. I lowered the window. She leaned in, kissed me on the mouth and left me sitting there with a stunned expression and lipstick on my lips as she drove away.
I managed to drive home, tasting Sue on my tingling lips all the way. Was it possible to wash my face and avoid washing my lips forever? My older sister, Lucy, was awake, sitting at the kitchen table in her light blue baby doll nightgown, pink panties and no bra. "Hey, Jason," she called as I passed by the kitchen door. I stuck my head inside and asked, "Why are you still awake?"
"I couldn't sleep. Why are you sneaking in so late?"
"I'm not sneaking in. I just don't want to wake anyone up."
"Looks like you got up and lucky tonight," she stated.
"What?"
She pointed to her lips. I touched my lips and realized she could see the remnants of Sue's lipstick on them. "It's not what you think?" I said.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?" she countered.
"It was just one kiss. Nothing else," I explained.
"Then you must be horny as hell. Can I help?"
Lucy liked teasing me, offering her eighteen-year-old body to me in a dozen different scenarios knowing I would never agree. I didn't actually try to stop her teasing. I had seen, and memorized, most of her body since her birthday when she began to flash and manage an occasional wardrobe malfunction.
"Cut that out. You know we'll never do anything like that with each other."
"So you say. Maybe tonight's different. If I took off my panties would you be tempted?"
"Stop teasing me. You know if you weren't my sister, I'd have you on the floor right now taking your panties off for you."
"Now it's your turn to stop teasing me," she said. She got up. "Maybe I'll just have to rub one out on my own tonight," she added as she headed for the stairs.
"You do that," I said.
