I met Boom Boom and Brenda in high school band. We were seniors. They were the best of friends. They were with each other all the time. It's like they were joined at the hip. They were even born within a week of each other in June.
Boom Boom's real name was Margie. She had D cup boobs. One day before band she tried hitting a bass drum in front of the drum section. One drummer called her Boom Boom. The nickname stuck. Margie was 5' 4" with shoulder length white blonde hair. She was thick waisted. Margie was OK looking. She had an infectious grin, like Eisenhower. But it was her large boobs that caught one's attention.
Brenda was a tiny little thing. She was the better looking of the two. Brenda was still growing. Her boobs were a small 30B. Standing at 5' 0" she had shoulder length brown hair.
Mid-March I turned 18. The DMV screwed up. My new driver's license had my birthdate a year earlier. In the eyes of the State I was 19. In my home state a 19-year old could buy beer. Lucky me. I kept my stoke of good luck quiet. No need to be deluged with requests for beer.
By late June my good luck leaked to Brenda. I received a phone call from her.
"Hi Mike. It's Brenda. I hear your driver's license says you're 19. Will you buy beer for me?"
"And risk corrupting a minor? (Dramatic pause) But for you, no problem. Let's meet tomorrow night and talk. Bring Margie too since I'm sure she wants in on the deal. I'll meet you two at the east side of the grocery store at 13
th
and Woodlawn. See you there at 9:00."
"Ok."
Sundown was before 9:00. More privacy that way. I bought a Coors six pack in bottles. Bottled beer tastes better than canned.
I got there at 8:45. They were waiting.
"Let's get in the car and drive somewhere." They could not get in my car fast enough.
I drove to the parking lot behind the local junior high school. I opened a bottle for each of us and passed theirs to them.
"Ladies, here is the deal. I will buy you beer under three conditions. One, you reimburse me for the beer. Two, when someone asks who bought you the beer say "A friend". Period. No exceptions. If it gets back to my parents that I bought you beer there will be hell to pay. Plus, my sister has a big mouth. If that happens no more beer. And three, when I buy you beer, I get a kiss. No peck. No quickie. A big one. Deal?"
They looked at each other.
Margie, the leader of the two responded "Welllllll, ok."
"Deal." I raised my beer bottle. The three of us clinked our bottles.
The plan worked well. Margie and Brenda called for beer every 2 to 3 weeks. I did not get into trouble with my parents. The kissing was good.
They even started to hang around my house. Their stated purpose was to chat with my sister. But they went out of their way to say hi to me. Plus, my sister, who was never on my side, told me Margie said "he's so good looking." Hence another reason for them hanging out at my house.
That fall I left town to go away to college. They attended a local university. I did not hear from them over Thanksgiving. They had me buy beer a couple of times during Christmas break.
Physically, Brenda was maturing. After her first year of college, she stood 5' 3" and blossomed to a 32B. Margie quit growing up. Her waist fluctuated. However, the thicker her waist the larger her boobs. She got as big as a DD cup.
Over the next two years I continued to buy beer for them. In the meantime, I found out their birthdays. Brenda's was June 12. Margie's was June 14.
