Journal Entry: Saturday, June 3, 1989-Jane
I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #7 in the series. 1-6 are posted. Cheers!
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I was taking summer classes to try and catch up but spent most of my weekends at home. Pete and Steve were both home for the summer. Pete was getting married to Cathy in the fall so it was his last summer of freedom. He was determined to make the most of it. Steve and Pat had broken up and Steve was ready to party. Pat had called and asked me and made plans to go camping the following weekend. Tonight we spent the first Saturday of the summer getting loaded and looking for pussy.
We had no trouble getting loaded but it wasn't nearly as easy to find fuckable babes. Pete suggested we drive down by the river that ran through town. My family had a boat and dock near a shelter house where kids often partied. We were in luck; there seemed to be a party going on. We stopped and mingled. It must have been a slow party because it took Pete nearly five minutes to leave with a babe. Steve and I laughed as he waved goodbye; we didn't recognize the girl he left with. "Pete was a little off his game tonight," I remarked to Steve.
"Yeah," he agreed, "Five minutes is a long time for him to pick up a babe. Of course you noticed his standards aren't that high. She was pretty heavy."
"You're right," I replied, "but she did have a nice set of tits and I'm pretty sure she has a pussy which Pete will be sampling soon."
"Good point," he agreed, "but I'm sure if we invest a little time we'll be just as lucky and with decent looking babes."
Steve had pretty high standards when it came to fucking a babe. Me, I followed more the Pete philosophy. As long as a girl was pleasant and wanted to fuck I'd give her a try. Often the fat, ugly ones were the best pieces of ass as they knew they couldn't just get by on their looks, they had to show you a good time; Patty and Gloria came to mind. But I was willing to hang with Steve until we found suitable fucks. If worse came to worse and I went home without getting laid, I could always look forward to fucking his ex-girlfriend next weekend.
Steve and I were sitting around drinking beers and getting more loaded when Brenda, a girl he used to date, sat down and started talking. When they started making out I could see they wanted some alone time so I got up and mingled. I made a circle around the party and when I looked back, Steve and Brenda were heading out. At least the two of them were going to get lucky tonight. The party was starting to die down and I was heading to out, when a car with a couple of chicks drove up. The girl in the passenger seat called my name and I went to investigate. Looking inside I saw two girls, Cathy and Jane, who I had known in high school. Cathy cut my hair at the local shop so we were pretty friendly but, while I remembered her friend Jane from high school, I didn't know her all that well. They had been a couple years behind me. Both girls though had tremendous sets of tits.
"How's the party?" Cathy asked.
"Seems like it's dying down," I replied.
"Do you know my friend Jane?" she asked, "she's up here visiting for a few weeks. Her parents moved to Texas after graduation."
"I remember you from high school, "I said," how you are doing?"
"Great," she replied, "but we were hoping to find a party tonight."
"I'm going to go check it out," Cathy said.
"You go ahead," Jane replied, "I'm going to talk to Jeff bit."
Cathy drifted off towards the party and we leaned on her car, talking.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"Pretty good," I said, "I'm back at school taking summer classes."
"Are you staying with your parents?" she asked.
"Actually I have an apartment at school," I replied.
"I'd love to see it," Jane smiled.
"This was way too easy," I thought to myself. "Let's go," I said out loud.
"Let me tell Cathy I'm going," she grinned. We found Cathy and explained what we were up to, grabbed a few beers for the road, and jumped in my car.
"You probably don't know this," she said as we drove, "but I had a crush on in high school."
"Damn girl, I wish I'd known that," I said, "I've always thought you were very hot."