The Song "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer could be very well be described as my sister's theme song. A self proclaimed party girl, Connie is very wicked and very sensual and not afraid to show it to me or anyone else for that matter.
The time of this story is set in the late 1970s which was known as the Disco Era and when people were still not afraid to practice "free love" as it was called. Connie was one of them who practiced this.
Looking at Connie it was easy to see how men would be attracted to her. Standing 5'11" tall weighing 145 pounds measuring 36D-25-35 with long curly raven black hair, golden bronze tanned skin long luscious dancer's legs that could wrap around you and pull you in, Connie had the body most women would kill to have and any man would give their soul to explore.
Growing up Connie had always been the wild child and I had had been the "good son" well in the fact that at an early age I knew how to act right when mom and dad required of me, otherwise I could be they devil.
Connie and I had always been close and share much more than a normal brother sister relationship. I was her "father confessor" seeing I was a couple of years older and I tried to help her without judging her.
Connie knew she could trust me and would tell me secrets she would never tell mom or dad. It was me she told when she first lost her virginity just after her 16th birthday.
This bond we shared would carry over into our adult life. After college I landed Job as an architect in the college town 300 miles away from where we grew up and rented a nice little 1300 square foot one story white wooden frame house in a nice quiet neighborhood composed of a mixture of retired people and families that were just starting out
Connie would come to join me after she graduated from college with her nursing degree. This house I was renting had the option to buy and since we were both pulling in pretty good money we decided to exercise that option.
As for me and money, I wasn't a spend thrift but at the same time I wasn't one to throw caution to the wind and purchase everything I saw. I tried to put back some for savings and if I saw something I really wanted I would work hard to earn the money to get it, like my car.
Connie on the other hand loved to spend money, as long as it was other peoples money. Her looks gave her the power to make the men open their wallets and spend on her and in return she would give them some nookie, if they were good looking enough or in some cases if she was drunk enough that she didn't care.
Connie worked hard as a nurse and after a long shift, she was ready to party hard and party hard she did. She felt she deserved it. Since she didn't want to risk having children she had her tubes done so she could be free to enjoy sex without having to worry about becoming preggers.
During our first year of living together our bonds would deepen and I would find out that Connie was indeed not ashamed of her body and didn't care if I saw her naked. After all we were both adults and why shouldn't we be able to express our sexuality openly. Little did either one of us know that deep inside our carnal passions for each other would be growing stronger and they would make themselves manifest on fateful May night.
It was shortly before 10:30 P.M. when I returned home on that Friday night. I had been partying at one of the local disco's and this particular evening I was just getting home after having "struck it lucky" as you may call it.
Earlier that evening while dancing and just spending time hanging around the bar having a few beers, I met Brenda, a voluptuous sumptuous blonde in her 40's. She looked really hot and came over to where I was and chatted me up. Soon we were dancing and one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her hotel room engaging in hot steamy passionate sex.
Going into it, I knew that my brief torrid tryst with Brenda would be just that. She told me she was married and that she was getting ready to leave in the morning after spending a boring week in business meetings. She also told me that she had roommates who may not understand and since she had to catch an early flight the next morning she needed her sleep. With that we said our goodbyes and I left for home.
Anyhow, back to the main story. I drove up to the house in my "Mod" 1973 Black "Starsky and Hutch" Torino and went into the house. That is when I heard the radio blaring and walked in to see Connie dancing to the music and having her own private party with no one but herself.
Connie was dressed in nothing but an open light blue long sleeve "Oxford" button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up about one-quarter of the way up and a pair of white cotton panties. She was dancing around to her "theme song" which they were playing on the radio and as she was dancing around, she was bending over and cupping her luscious 36D breasts, jiggling them side to side and shaking her well formed tight ass to the music.
It was fairly obvious to me that she was having a good time and that she was also quite "loaded"(drunk). I happened to glance over onto the coffee table and there was what appeared to be a newly purchased bottle of 151 proof rum that had been open and about a little over one-fourth it was gone Beside it was bottle of cola, so I figured she had been drinking.
What I saw next confirmed it for in her hand, was a tall glass of cola and I figured she had been drinking rum and cokes and by now was having a good time. However that wasn't the only thing she was flying high on. I noticed she was smoking a joint and I realized it wasn't her first because there was a used one that had been snuffed out in the ash tray.
Connie was so into her music and dancing routine that I was able to walk by her without her even seeing or hearing me. I made my way back to my room and decided I would get out of my clothes, take a quick shower and maybe go into he kitchen for something to drink before I went to bed. After I grabbed a quick shower, I put on a grey pair of boxers and my burgundy house coat and went back into the living room.
By now, the radio was playing the song "Brick House" and like a line in the song Connie was "letting it all hang out," in that she was dancing around totally naked. I must confess that my sister was an amusing sight to watch. She was actually handling herself quite well considering how intoxicated she was but that was my sis. She could hold her liquor quite well seeing that she was an avid self proclaimed party girl.
I just stood there for a few minutes watching then I decided I would skip the drink let her have her own fun and I would go back to bed. That is when I would be recruited by my very own sis and invited to her private party, a party that would be like one I had never been to before.