In 1982, I left home for a job I was offered out in Wichita for a three-year stint. After that, I was transferred to Colorado to begin a surveying position and construction for a new golf course. I spent another three years there. It had been 6 years since I had been home. At the end of that period, I heard there was a problem regarding my mom's health in 1988.
I was 27 then and had experiences that no one normally could have had that early in their life, going to clubs or bars. All were life long learning sessions, I'd never forget. The people, especially the women I had met, were super friendly.
I was hit on, all the time, by women older then me, who were around forty or once in a great while over forty even. All of them were attractive women. They were usually single mom's looking for 'love' and it felt great, to me, that they found me as a someone they'd like to spend 'quality' time around.
I always played along if not more then that and I benefited from it all and have great sex with these women. They always knew what to do, how to do it, and where to do it too. I was taught many things by them, especially the art of foreplay.
Also, they'd buy my drinks more often then not and saved me money all the time. Likewise, there were other chicks about my age, or better yet, younger ones around nineteen or twenty sometimes, hitting on me. Those made things even more of a thrill for me. It was like the Wild, Wild West, only in the eighties, and I was the handsome gunslinger who rode into town on his magnificent horse; I tried to behave like a traditionalist so that no one really knew me.
The older women, with their sex drives were great and it was a different world to me. They could fuck wonderfully and the looks they brought after no sex for a year or longer brought a wonderful thrill to me and even a greater one to them! The younger ones, they fucked ferociously then the older women; I learned to sustain new adventurous levels of sexual power from both ends of the spectrum.
My cock never seemed to become spent, as every couple of evenings I would be doing either the same woman or a newer young chick that wandered into a club. It wasn't as if I was this popular person in town, but I thought possibly that I was someone they saw as an attractive, friendly, personable, and sociable guy.
Hence, I felt like one confidant dude and they all created that for me. I was popular in both towns. All of them, especially the older women in Wichita, knew I was there for public consumption, but I never planned it. I let myself get that way without regret.
One night I received a call from my oldest sister, Erica, who was concerned about our mom who had got into a horrid accident that sent her to the hospital. She was in serious condition and I decided to take a family leave of absence from work.
My dad accidentally hit her head on in a rush to get home because he was late catching a plane out of town. It was a freaky situation. It happened to be a complete accident and she sustained a fractured skull as a result. None of us was clear on it all, but I returned home regardless.
My youngest sister, Sheila, now grown up at the age of 20, had become a true and beautiful woman. She had two boyfriends she dated, but none serious enough that she wouldn't go out with someone different.
Since it was my birthday the week before and a homecoming of sorts for me, my sisters welcomed me home with open arms and wanted to throw a party, if mom was in better shape. It was a good idea to throw a party me, so that the stress of the week could be relieved.
Erica lived three doors down from my parents, where I stayed. It actually felt wonderful to be back home. I didn't realize how much I missed the area. In honor of me coming home, after we all visited my mom, Erica made plans for the party, holding it at an area party plaza.
This great location could hold up to about 150 people. They were calling for a severe thunderstorm the day of the party. It didn't matter to us, we were all ready to go out and party out brains out with or without a storm.
I did my thing traveling the country, developing golf courses, and living the life. So this was a great party to top things off. All kinds of people were coming. Old friends, ex-girlfriends and guys I hung with from high school, other neighborhood friends, my sister's friends, and various other people who might be friends of whomever. I decided to be in a mischievous mood that night.
Everyone was excited about the party. All day long though, it stormed and stormed with lightening and thunder all over the area. The whole area in our town practically, lost power. We only had about 2 hours of daylight that evening at the party, but everyone showed up promptly.
As it turned out, about 75 people showed up. Two old girlfriends of mine, one that was married and divorced with in two years came to the party, and her ex-husband, who was a friend of mine even, came.
The party was underway, everything was rocking, and the music was great. It became darker and darker. Everyone drank all kinds of stuff. The usual beer, marguerites, strawberry daiquiris, brandy slushes, and even some coolers were consumed. No one brought anything in preparation for the dark evening. My sisters didn't have any flashlights or candles. No one thought to check cars for any flashlights, but Tommy, an old friend and me. I had one, but the batteries were low in power and went out soon.
Standing around, everyone was had a great time, joking about past relationships, who had been with who, who did who, and would so and so still do you know who, if given a chance. Laughing at all the responses, lightened up the whole room, even if there was tension among ex's involved in the conversations.
I knew I'd hook up with Jenny "Irish" Jones. I always wanted to get back together with her. She was from a strong Irish family and her mom married Bernard Jones, an African American. I took a liking to 'Irish' my freshman year. She didn't feel the same way, but I pursued her until finally I developed a more muscular body and some 'character'.
Her mom and dad said I didn't have enough character. That might have been true. I proved myself when I started wrestling late in my sophomore year. They took a liking to me then, hence that opened the door for me, and so she opened up also allowing me to try getting a date with her.
It paid off our junior year. Irish finally said yes and we instantly were a hot item. We dated nonstop, until we graduated. Until I took the job, we remained close friends.
Nevertheless, the party got crazier as we got drunker. No lights worked and it became impossible to see. Everyone was hammered. The atmosphere was one of a flirting lust. Everyone was looking for someone to be with that night, including me, and many had already hooked up by the time it was pitch black. Not me, I wasn't as lucky, early on.
People were tucked away in corners now, and I didn't know who was who. I didn't really care either; they were kissing heavily with one another or even more then that. I had no idea who Jenny, my youngest sister, and Erica were with or what they were doing. I assumed Erica was with her husband, but that night, who knew for sure
All of us were drunk. The music got louder because someone brought in a battery operated stereo; there still wasn't light on as the evening got later. You couldn't even see bodies dancing or hugging one another in corners hardly. I didn't know who was who. I hadn't seen my sisters, but one guy said either he saw them go outside or one went upstairs to a loft. It all seemed fun, I thought.
I continued to stay drunk and everyone else was feeling the same. It was becoming a lust fest and I thought why not; "When in Rome, do as the Romans do".
I saw one chick standing around and I couldn't recognize her. It was pitch black. I could barely see faces clearly. My eyes adjusted barely enough what her body looked like as I saw the chicks bigger tits and what seemed like a great figure.
That was enough for me. "Hi, how's it going", I asked without regard for who it could be. She quickly turned to face the sound of my voice. I didn't even know if she had a smile on her or not. I didn't know if she was butt ugly or not. I started to see a shape and it looked good to me. Big tits, nice swoon of a figure heading down to her hips, and what appeared to be a decent ass, but I absolutely could be wrong on her correct proportions.
