Everyone in the story is at least 18 years old, and the story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. This is my first story. Constructive comments are welcomed.
Jack Baxter went to college in Austin, Texas in the late 60's. UT Austin; 40,000 people enrolled; the seventies; hippies; long hair; weed; psychedelics; music for a new generation; parties; sorority chicks; hippie chicks; streaking; the pill; no parents; one-night stands; new social and sexual mores; new ideas replacing old ones; intellectuals; war; protest; women's liberation; sexual experimentation; Sex, Drugs and Rock an' Roll. Jack loved it all. He could stay in Austin forever.
Jack had a great sex life. He was tall, smart, funny, good-looking, confident, charming and heterosexual. He lost his virginity the summer before his senior year in high school with a girl from his class, Willow. They both lost their virginity that night, and she became his steady girlfriend. They weren't in love, but they were constant companions for a year and a half and experienced a wide variety of sex experiences. Sort of "benefits with a friend." They parted ways at the end of the summer when they went to different colleges.
As soon as Jack got to UT, he dated a lot of women and had plenty of sex. He was an art major and there was no shortage of beautiful free-spirited women in his classes.
Fall of his sophomore year, Jack moved into a run down little house with a friend, Tom and Tom's girlfriend, Annie. He'd known Tom since high school and met Annie the day she arrived in Austin and they became instant friends. Since Jack was dating someone at the time, he introduced her to Tom, and they'd dated ever since.
Annie was a hot hippie chick, friendly, funny, free spirited, gorgeous and smart. Jack had a crush on her and now wished she wasn't dating his friend. He'd seen her naked many times when they went to Hippie Hollow, a clothing optional area on Lake Travis. She had a great body.
Annie thought clothes should be optional everywhere, and often ran around the house with little or no clothes on. Even when she did wear clothes, mostly thin, low-cut, long dresses held on with spaghetti straps, she rarely wore underwear. Her hard little nipples were always on display. The image of her naked body was seared into Jack's brain. She knew he looked at her and she liked the attention. She knew he had a crush on her and she teased him unmercifully when Tom wasn't around and sometimes when he was. Annie knew the spot she put Jack in and got a thrill out of it.
Jack could hear them in bed most nights. The walls were thin and Tom had an old squeaky bed that banged against the wall. Annie was a vocal lover. Her cries of "Oh god", "Yes, Tom", "Harder. Faster", prefaced her screaming orgasms. It was enough to wake the dead and was torture for him. But he was not going to hit on her because Tom was his friend, even though he was sorely tempted.
To make matters worse, it had been awhile since Jack had a girlfriend, and he wasn't sure why. There were lots of attractive women in his classes, but he wasn't really interested in them. This was the longest time he'd gone without sex since he'd lost his virginity.
Maybe it was because he really wanted Annie more than he realized. She was certainly on his mind a lot. He'd spent more nights than he'd like to admit, dreaming about things he'd like to do with her, stroking himself in order to go to sleep. He hadn't done that since high school.
Whatever the reason, he needed sex. He tried to get together with one of his ex's, but they'd either graduated, changed schools or were in "serious relationships".
One night just before Christmas break, Tom and Annie were going out to hear a local band at a big nightclub in south Austin and insisted that he come with them. Exams were over and he was exhausted. He desperately needed sleep.
He didn't want to be a third wheel, and he knew Annie was going to play the tease. On the other hand, he might meet someone, and he needed sex more than he needed sleep. Jack reluctantly agreed, but insisted that he follow them in his car. He couldn't take them cuddling all night and might want to leave early if he couldn't find anyone.
The band playing was popular and everyone was celebrating the end of exams and the coming holiday season. It was very crowded and everyone was drinking. They danced and gyrated, pressed against each other. Annie was up to her usual antics and took every opportunity to tease Jack by rubbing her butt against his crotch. His cock was so hard he thought his jeans would pop open. He was sure that Annie felt his need.
Jack felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a beautiful, redheaded woman trying to get his attention. She put her mouth next to his ear, gently touching it with her lips, and yelled, "I know you from somewhere."
Jack thought, this looks promising.
He put his mouth against her ear and said, "You look familiar, too."
At that precise moment, the worst possible moment, Annie pulled hard on his arm, making him lose his balance and fall toward her.
Annie yelled, "Look! You look just like the bass player in the band."
"Who cares Annie! A girl was just trying to pick me up when you pulled me away."
She smiled and said, "Sorry." but he wasn't sure she was.
Jack turned back towards the redhead had been, but she had disappeared into the crowd. Jack felt desperate and more than a little homicidal towards Annie. He kept scanning the room without seeing her and then he got lucky. The band stopped playing and everyone stopped dancing. He spotted her across the room. Pressing through the crowd, he finally caught up with her just as the band started playing again.
"Hi, I'm glad I found you," he yelled.
"What's with your girlfriend back there?" she snarked.
"That's just my bratty little sister," he said. "Did you have Hoffman for English?" he said, trying to change the subject.
"What?" she said, pointing to her ears.
He leaned over very close to her ear and yelled, "Let's go outside and talk where it's quieter." The dab of perfume behind her ear was intoxicating.
