I was an eighteen-year-old high school senior in the Spring of 1964. Like many boys my age, I had a major case of insecurity, especially around girls. I had heard all the guys' locker-room talk about what they had done with their girlfriends. All I had ever accomplished with a girl was get a quick kiss in the bushes when I was about eleven-years-old. I guess I was a late bloomer.
About a month before high school graduation, I bought an old car and enjoyed my first taste of freedom. No longer was I dependent on Dad for transportation.
The car was a 1951, two-toned green, Chevy Deluxe, and it cost me all of $50.00. It was old, but it looked decent and ran well. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon.
I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip in 50 cents for gas, and we could cruise all night.
Throughout the nearly completed school year, I had been enamored with the twin sister of a classmate. She too, had recently turn eighteen. Ann and I had chatted many times at school ball games or in the hallways. She had a giggle in her voice that I just loved hearing. She seemed sweet, but since I had no car, there was no way I could take her anywhere on a date.
Shortly after getting my car, I was able to work up the courage to asked Ann out. I asked her if she'd like to go for a burger at the local A&W. I began breathing again only when she said she'd go out with me.
Ann was cute and petite. She stood 5'5" and weighed maybe 100 pounds. Her eyes were deep brown. She wore her hair in the typical styles of the 60s. It was either piled high on her head in a beehive or flipped up at her shoulders. Her hair was held in place by a heavy coating of hair spray.
Ann, and her friends, must have kept the hair spray industry in business. Many of the guys joked about not smoking around their girlfriends hair out of fear of an explosion.
When I went to Ann's home Friday evening to pick Ann up, instead of waiting in her driveway and blowing the horn, I got out and knocked on her door. She invited me in to meet her parents. I was scared to death, but gathered my courage, stood straight and walked in.
Her mother gave me a look that could have frozen a tropical paradise. Her father, however, offered me a beer. Hoping to make a good impression, I told him that I couldn't drink at that time. Since I would be driving Ann to the A&W, and didn't want to get into any trouble, I'd have to pass. I then told him, I'd be happy to have a beer with him when we returned later, if he still wanted me to.
Ann father smiled at me, but said nothing.
Ann's mother asked me a million questions. Her father just continued to smiled at Ann and I. He winked as we headed for the door, and told us to have a good time.
Ann was wearing her typical attire. She had on a colorful blouse and blue jeans. Her blouse seemed a bit to small. Ann's breasts were small, about the size of oranges. However, her tight blouse tended to show them off.
During the 10 mile ride to town and the A&W, Ann sat near the passenger door. We talked about many things, but mostly school stuff. As we pulled into the A&W, I felt comfortable enough to tell her she was my first real date, and I was a bit nervous (scared to death was more like it).
Ann smiled and slid over to sit close to me. When I got the car parked in a drive-in stall at the A&W, she took my right arm and draped it over her right shoulder. She then leaned over and kissed my cheek.
The car-hop came and took our orders for Trojan Burgers, onion rings, and root beers. The Trojan Burger was a feature of that particular A&W. It was named for the local school's sports teams. Over the succeeding 35 years, I have never been able to find a burger that tasted quite as good, or made as much of a mess.
After finishing our burgers, and a second root beer, it was well after dark. Ann and I began heading back to her home. She suggested we take a different route. A route that took us over the county's back roads.
About half way to her place, Ann pointed to a secluded turn-off and said, "Pull in there."
The turn-off wound about 100 yards into some woods. If she hadn't known it was there, we would never have seen it.
I was so naive! I had no idea why she wanted to stop there. Ann was about to show me why we stopped.
When I had pulled the car to a stop with the radio on and playing 60s rock-n-roll, Ann turned and gave me a firm tongue-in-cheek (her tongue in my cheek) kiss. She then twisted around until she was lying cradled in my left arm. She took my right hand and pressed it tightly to her left breast.
I moved the seat all the way back to give her as much room as possible. I may have been inexperienced and naive, but I was not stupid. I began kneading her breast through her clothing. I felt her nipple begin to harden.
