It was long ago. Kennedy was president. I had a draft card. We were going to go to the moon.
Sharon was my fiancee. We had met at college and things had gotten very serious, very fast. Sharon was atypical for a Jew, with green eyes and blonde hair. She was cute, but a bit overweight. We had sex twice, got engaged, and planned on marrying when we graduated. I was 21.
I got a summer job doing surveying in Oklahoma. I had arranged to leave the job two weeks before the fall semester started in order to visit Sharon and her family in Cincinnati. Sharon had two sisters, an older sister, Loren who was in college on the West Coast, and a younger sister, Eleanor,18, who was home before starting at the local college in the fall. From Sharon I knew that Eleanor had been a problem. She was pretty wild. She had been suspended from school twice, once for liquor, and once for pot, and twice she had stayed out all night at parties. When I visited, she was grounded.
The visit was nice. They lived in an old big frame house. Each of the sisters had her own bedroom, and Sharon's had a second story porch off of it. I was put up in a guest room they had finished in the basement which had its own bathroom and was pleasantly cool in the summer.
Though Eleanor was grounded, her parents would let her go with Sharon and me to places like the zoo or the fair. Eleanor was much taller than Sharon with a leggy coltish body. She had the same blonde hair and green eyes that Sharon had, but wore her hair long and straight. She was sexy and dressed that way, normally wearing shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and sandals for the summer. She showed off a bit to me, but I generally ignored it.
One time when we met in the upstairs hall she was just coming out of the shower in a bathrobe. The bathrobe was artistically arranged to show cleavage, a view I certainly noticed. I knew she was teasing me, because when I glanced back at her she was looking back at me to see if I noticed.
Another time when I was watching TV in the family room at the head of the basement stairs, she plopped down in shorts on the far end of the sofa, but within a minute had her feet in my lap and was asking me "whether I thought her legs were nice". I did and told her so, but shortly left because I was getting embarrassed with her feet moving around.
She also would occasionally bump into me, and always seemed to be a few inches closer to me than would be normal. I said something to Sharon about her sister, but she sort of shrugged it off, saying that is how her sister always behaved.
Though Eleanor was grounded, her boyfriend, Marshall, was allowed to visit and he was around a lot. I was pretty sure they were screwing because of the easy familiarity he had with her, and because one night I had seen him sneaking downstairs from Eleanor's bedroom. I didn't think too much of Marshall. He had just graduated high school, had a job in a record shop, and didn't seem to have much going.
I spent my time being perpetually horny as only a twenty one year old can be. Sharon and I necked and petted, enthusiastically and heavily, but Sharon always stopped me short of relief. One night Sharon and I had talked till one in the morning on her porch.
When we went inside, we started kissing and ended up stretched out on her bed. I was determined to seduce her. I soon was sucking on her breasts and massaging her pussy under her skirt. Sharon was obviously very turned on. Her nipples were huge and hard and when I moved my finger near her clit she would gasp and moan, and her hips would pump against my hand.
I kept massaging her, while sliding down my shorts. My cock was rock hard, and Sharon's hand soon found it and started sliding back and forth on it. Her hand stopped, though, as I kept massaging her. I knew she was near orgasm because of her gasping and her biting her lip. I brought her off in what seemed to be a very big orgasm and then started to slide on top of her. Her hand moved away.
"No. Stop. I can't. Not with my parents in the next room."
She pushed me away. I lay back exasperated, and then got up and put my shorts back on. She was lying on the bed with her legs still parted, her skirt rucked up. My cock was hard enough to hurt.
"You're not mad are you? Kiss me and tell me you are not mad." She pulled down her skirt.
I kissed her twice, and left. I was mad. I think the fact that she had had such a good orgasm was part of what angered me.
I went down the stairs and started down the hall to the family room and the basement stairs. Halfway down the corridor I smelled the distinctive odor of pot and heard the TV. When I walked into the family room, the only light was the TV. There was a visible haze of blue smoke despite the open window. As I walked clear of the sofa, I stopped.
