After re-connecting with some old friends over the past year and celebrating the holidays with a few of them, we began to reminisce about some of our adventures during the seasons past. I then decided to write some of mine down and share them with you. I hope that you enjoy reading about them almost as much as I did living them...and remembering them. These stories are all true...or at least, to the best of my memory.
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I was eighteen when I had the first holiday season that I can tell you about, legally at least. My friends and I decided that year to throw a New Year's Eve party.
My friend's girlfriend had a brother who was going to be out of town with his girlfriend for the holidays, so she talked him into letting us use his house for the party. We also bribed him into getting us all of the booze we needed.
The house was in the suburbs, just outside of the city, and bordered a forest preserve on the backside. A large tri-level, with three bedrooms and a heated "Florida room," with the windows sealed up for the season, it fit our needs perfectly.
We decided to make this a more adult party, as most of us had just graduated high school and were trying to at least seem more mature, so we all decided to dress up for the occasion. Being the late 70's, that meant mostly leisure suits or three-piece suits for us guys, and things like wrap-around skirts and dresses, mini and maxi skirts and dresses, and sequined disco clothing for the women.
As luck would have it, my girlfriend, Barbara, decided to tell me three days before the party that she was breaking up with me. She had met someone at college, and felt that she had "a real future" with him.
Needless to say, I was not in much of a mood for a party after that, but being that I was one of the "hosts," I didn't have much of a choice but to attend.
The day of the party, the weather guessers were predicting a potentially heavy snowstorm that night, so my mood was even darker by the time I got to the house.
My friends Marc and Carl, along with their girlfriends and myself, were there early to get the house ready. Marc and I were on the football and wrestling teams together in High School, Carl lived upstairs from Marc as kids, and we all continued to play in park district football and softball leagues together.
Marc's girlfriend, Janice, kept trying to cheer me up while we were getting the house ready, but wasn't really having a lot of success. The fact that I was the only one there at that point without a girlfriend didn't help matters.
Finally, around five o'clock, we had all of the decorating done, the bar was set up, and we started drawing straws to set out the shower schedule before the party started.
The other girl there, Karen, who was Carl's fiancé, was the first in the shower, so the rest of us smoked a joint while we waited our turns. At one point, Janice got up to make a phone call, and came back smiling.
"Well, I don't know if this will cheer you up," she told me, "but my friend Pam is definitely coming tonight, along with Kathy and a couple of other girls from my neighborhood."
"Pam?" I asked. "The skinny brunette?"
Pam caught my eye the first time I met her, at a party Janice's father threw on the last 4th of July. She was definitely, as we said back then, a fox, with classic Italian beauty.
"That's the one," she replied. "And she thinks you're cute, too."
"Ok," I said, thinking things just might not be so bad after all.
"Yeah, and if things don't work with Pam, you can always go for Kathy," Marc added. "That chick's a slut, and will fuck just about anyone."
"Marc!" Janice yelled. "That's not nice!"
"I don't care," he replied. "It's the truth."
"It is the truth," Janice said to me. "She will screw just about anyone."
"She kinda scares me," I said. "I don't know why, but she does."
"Well, don't worry about her," she told me, as Karen came into the room, finished with her shower. "You just concentrate on Pam."
Janice then took her turn in the shower, and Marc, Carl, and I stayed in the room and tapped the keg.
"I don't blame you," Carl said to me, as the three of us drew the first beers of the night. "That chick Kathy kinda scares me, too."
"That makes three of us," Marc added, as we laughed. "That chick's just a little too wild!"
I was the last to shower, and as I was getting dressed, people started showing up. When I walked out into the main room, there were about eight others there already.
As soon as she saw me, Karen walked up and hooked her arm in mine. "I just thought you might want to know," she told me, leading me away, "my sister's going to be here."
"Doris?" I asked. "I don't want to sound mean, but why would I need to know that?"
"Well, I just thought you'd be interested," Karen said. "You know she's always thought you were cute."
"She's also only sixteen," I said. "She's too young for me."
"You never know," Karen countered. "You're good looking, she's cute, I think you two would make a nice couple."
"And besides," she leaned in and whispered, "you can't tell me that you haven't noticed her tits."
"No, I can't deny that," I said, thinking about her sister. She did have a nice rack, and a cute little ass, too, but she was too young for anything I had in mind.
Karen left me and went looking for Carl, and I walked over to the keg for another beer.
"This is just fucking great," I thought to myself. "I've got Janice trying to set me up, even offering up the neighborhood slut, and now Karen's trying to get me together with her underage sister! How much of a loser am I?"
The party soon started getting more crowded, and I actually did start to enjoy myself, after smoking another joint and talking to everyone. I even started bartending for a while.
I had lost track of time and was just walking out from behind the bar after another friend took over the duties when Janice walked up with three other girls. My eyes immediately went to the petite, thin brunette.
"Kurt, you remember Kathy, Kim, and Pam, from my neighborhood," she said.
"Yes, I do," I said, looking over the girls.
Kathy, with her long dyed-blonde hair, was dressed in a plunging, shimmering V-neck sweater that showed off her chest, a pair of skin-tight stretch pants that she was packed into, and heels. She did look attractive, in a bit of a slutty kind of way.
Kim, who had shoulder-length black hair, was the shortest of the three and Pam's cousin. She was also the heaviest, and in a pant-suit that really did nothing for her body. But then again, I was never attracted to her, anyway, so my opinion may be a bit biased.
Pam, however, was in a wrap-around dress that clung to her body. The way that she wore it, she had a slit on one side from above her knee to just below her ass, and a very sexy pair of heels.
Her hair was long and dark, flowing over her shoulders, and she was, in my opinion, easily the most beautiful girl there. Just about every guy there, single or not, looked at her.
"Hello ladies," I said, focusing on Pam. "Can I get any of you a drink?"
I led them in the direction of the bar, and they all headed over there, as Janice pulled me aside.
"All three of them were asking about you," she told me as I watched Pam's ass sway in her dress.
"Kathy said that she'd make you forget all about Barbara, at least for the night, and Pam was very excited that you were here alone. Even Kim asked about you. You've got your choice tonight!"
"Thanks," I said, and walked over to the bar where I got the girls set up with their drinks.
Over the next couple of hours, I talked to just about everyone there, trying to stay close to Pam and talk to her the most, but Kathy and Kim were with her almost the entire time.
Karen's sister Doris also showed up, looking very cute in a V-neck sweater and mini-skirt, but trying a little too hard to appear older than she was.
After a while, I decided that I needed a little time alone, and I quietly slipped away from the party.
I snuck down to the Florida room. I had a very good buzz going from the beers and shots that I had consumed, and just wanted a little fresh air, so I walked to the outside door and opened it a bit.
"Wow! It's really snowing hard!" I heard from behind me.
