It was July 3, 1976, the day prior to Bicentennial Day in America. My sister was at band camp in Lawrence, Kansas on the KU campus. July 3 was her last day. That morning my folks and I drove up to take her home.
My sister and folks arranged for a special campus and town tour at 11:00 AM. I was attending the archrival school in August; I had no interest in a campus and town tour. The tour was 2 hours. I was going to entertain myself by watching TV in my sister's dorm floor common area. Since check out began at 8:00 AM the day before Independence Day no one was around to compete for my TV viewing at 11:00.
I settled in. Then Margie showed up.
I heard someone approach and there she was. Margie was smiling with a lit cigarette in her right hand.
"Margie, what a surprise to see you here."
"Hi Mike. I'm a band camp counselor. Great to see you."
Margie was dressed in a white linen button up top, red shorts and sandals. Her blonde hair went well with the outfit. Her Eisenhower grin glowed. As always, her D cup boobs looked great and huge. The blouse was a thin linen material. The type where the brassiere pattern is perceivable.
We chatted a bit. This was her second time at band camp. She was a counselor directing the first-time band camp students. It sounded more like herding cats. Margie mentioned she had a private room.
Then she said. "I need to get something from my room. See you real quick."
A couple of minutes she returned. Her boobs bounced with every step. She removed her bra. Margie's nipples protruded through the garment. Her blouse was unbuttoned to below her rib cage.
She bent over when she got close to me. Her boobs looked magnificent without a bra. Margie stuck out her hand. It held 3 condoms.
"These are for you. I'm on the Pill, but I don't want to take chances."
"You did not buy them for anyone else?" I queried.
"Nope. They are only for you. I saw your sister's name on the camp roster. She told me about her campus tour and you not participating. I hoped you would be here. Let's go to my room. The door has a lock."
"Let's." I replied eagerly.
We fast walked down the hallway to her room.
Margie burst into the room, dropped the condoms, turned around and gave me a firm lip lock wrapping her hands around my neck.
After a few seconds my left hand slipped inside her blouse and covered most of her right boob. She went "ummm."
My thumb and index finger rubbed her right nipple. Margie "ummmed" louder.
Not be to out done Margie unzipped my shorts, slipped her hand behind my underwear, gripped my love muscle.
After about 5 seconds I suggested we part and remove our clothes.
She agreed.
Margie started to unzip her shorts. She was not wearing underwear.