INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: In New England in the spring of 1978, Senator Gary Sinclair, his beautiful wife Susannah and their adult kids Justin, Annabel and Clarissa are a good-looking, idealized family on the American political scene, the Senator standing for integrity, honesty ethics and morality.
Behind the scenes, however, things are not so perfect with the Sinclair family, something Simon, a 19-year-old college student employed at their exclusive country club, finds out in a big way.
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All characters engaging in sexual activity are aged 18 & over, and all characters, events and businesses are fictional, with similarity to actual events or persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. The story contains strong adult themes.
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THE anti-war and burn-your-bra feminism movements common to student bodies and prominent in the early 1970s had largely dissipated towards the end of that decade, however left-wing politics retained a strong presence at college campuses.
With Vietnam over by two years, the left-wing students found other things to despise, and at the New England college where 18-year-old Simon Smith commenced as a freshman late in the summer of 1977, this was the nearby country club. Membership of the country club was exclusive and highly restricted, and if one had to ask how much membership fees cost, then one could not afford to belong. The left-wing student movement on campus saw the country club as a symbol of all that was wrong with America, full of elitism and snobbery, a place of evil to be reviled.
Simon took little interest in student politics. He was there to study for his degree, and to play football. One thing he was interested in, however, was money, needing a part time job to pay his way. So when the country club needed versatile and enthusiastic employees, Simon applied to the advertisement and was hired, the manager impressed with the clean-cut, dark haired handsome young man, who had not followed the trends common among guys his age of collar-length and excessive facial hair.
Simon's father was a landscape gardener, his mother ran a cleaning business and his aunt owned a restaurant, so Simon's experience assisting with all of these were a great advantage. Sometimes he would be out gardening in the pristinely maintained grounds, other times cleaning and others wearing a tuxedo and waiting upon tables in the dining room.
Despite many of his fellow students' disparaging comments about the country club, he enjoyed working there, and by April 1978, by which time he had turned 19, he was one of the most valued young employees. Some of the club members were really nice. There was a group of middle-aged ladies who played bridge and canasta and who always talked to him, and the elderly gentlemen who smoked cigars and sipped fine brandy in the lounge. And tonight, as Simon sat up in bed wearing his boxer shorts, he was about to experience the charms of a particularly nice member of the country club.
The bed Simon was in was not his own, but belonged to a certain Miss Vanessa Richards, in a very nice apartment financed by her extremely wealthy parents. Vanessa, like Simon aged 19, had a trust fund Simon could not even comprehend, but unlike many rich kids, was largely unspoiled by her great wealth. The young heiress could easily live a life of leisure, but was keen to get a college degree - at a university far more exclusive than the one Simon attended - and work in her father's vast business empire, much like her older brother.
Simon thought how much more comfortable Vanessa's bed was than the one he had in his dorm room as he waited for her to finish using the bathroom, the blue lava-lamp on his side of the bed and the pink one on Vanessa's side rising and falling in unison. He heard Vanessa flush the toilet and wash her hands, then the bathroom door opened and she emerged.
Vanessa was a tall, slim and exceptionally pretty girl, with long dark hair, fair skin and blue eyes. Wearing a white blouse, blue jeans and platform sandals, she walked towards the bed and stood for a second, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, then removed the garment, leaving her standing with her flat stomach exposed and her firm C-cup breasts covered by a white bra. She kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot, before unbuttoning her jeans, her white panties coming into view as Vanessa hooked her thumbs into her jeans and slid them down her long slender legs and stepping out of them.
Now wearing just her bra and panties, Vanessa jumped onto the bed and slid her bare feet under the covers, she and Simon kissing deeply and embracing, Simon getting hard as he felt the teenager's firm, warm body against his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Vanessa's hand teased his erection and she said, "Somebody feels like he's enjoying himself."
Vanessa sat up in bed and reached behind her back, unhooking and taking off her bra, her breasts now bare. Simon took them in his hands and kissed and caressed them, the crotch of Vanessa's panties dampening as her vagina responded. Pushing back the covers so each could get a better view of the other's bodies, Vanessa and Simon embraced each other tightly, Simon's hand going down the back of Vanessa's panties, feeling the firm cheeks of her bottom. Vanessa put her own hand inside Simon's boxer shorts, feeling his ever-hardening cock and teasing his balls with her fingers.
After this foreplay, Simon slid out of his boxer shorts and his cock stood out at close to an angle of 90 degrees, Vanessa looking most impressed as she took down her panties, Simon feeling even more blood flowing to his groin at the sight of Vanessa's pubic hair, a forest of luxurious dark curls that covered her mound and went between her legs. The reflection of the teenager's bare bottom was visible in the mirror on the other side of the bedroom.
Vanessa removed her panties from her bare feet, seductively waving them just in front of Simon's face. On the double-cotton of the saddle, he could see a few creamy-colored stains and could just make out her soft, delicate feminine smell on the white undergarment. Putting her panties down, Vanessa reached across and picked up the condom Simon had at the ready, the young man getting a great view of Vanessa's vagina as she opened her legs while doing this, her pink-oval shaped pussy visible through her pubic hair.
"Are you going to put it on me?" asked Simon hopefully. He loved feeling Vanessa's sensual hands when she did this.
Vanessa smiled. "Of course." With that, the girl opened the condom packet, removed it and with delicate, teasing fingers, slid it onto Simon's cock, rolling it down so it completely covered his shaft.
Rolling onto her back, Vanessa spread her legs wide open, her hairy pussy and further down the tight opening to her anus exposed. Simon got on top of Vanessa and slid inside her, feeling the hot interior of the teenager's vagina through the condom. He began to move forward and back in rhythm, Vanessa pushing her pussy back and forth to double both her pleasure and his. They held each other tightly and kissed deeply as they made love in the missionary position, Simon loving the feel of Vanessa's bare breasts against his chest.
After more than ten minutes of intense pleasure, Vanessa's toes curled up, her legs went rigid and the tingling sensation from her clitoris became a wave of pleasure that swept through her vagina and into her rectum, the girl feeling sweating and breathing rapidly as she reached orgasm, her pussy juice soaking her own crotch and Simon's pubic hair too.
Simon was just 20 seconds behind Vanessa. He also went rigid, his face froze with a delighted expression and inside Vanessa's vulva, his cock exploded, sticky white semen filling the condom. Simon withdrew from Vanessa, and the girl indicated for him to kneel on the bed.