My older sister was just a few months from graduating from the University of Michigan and I had been looking forward to spending a weekend with her for a long time. She always made these visits interesting and many of my first experiences with forbidden pleasures had occurred on my trips to visit her. I had just turned 19 and was about to graduate from High School. I had been held back a year so and I was a little older than most of the kids. It really didn’t matter to me, or to most of the other kids. Being a little older did have its advantages though. I was the first to turn 16 so I was driving my Freshman year and all my friends realized that they could double date with me without their parents driving so I was very much in demand by the guys and the gals.
Friday afternoon found me at the door of my sister’s apartment and she answered the door with a hug and kiss. We had been pretty close through our later teen years, since she left the house. Absence does make the heart grow fonder especially when it comes to older sisters.
We left to go to a pizza parlor that was very popular in those days. They had sawdust on the floor, or at least peanut hulls, and always had music going. My sister got in line and pushed me in front of her so she could talk to some guys she knew who were in line behind us. In front of me were three women in their late twenties or early thirties that were having a great time laughing among themselves. They had obviously spent some time at a local bar before coming here and were ready for some fun and a little food. One of the girls, a Brunette, turned around and looked me in the eyes and smiled a pretty smile, then turned back to her friends. I was still a little shy and barely smiled back. She had my attention, even if I didn’t really know how to handle it. After all, she must have been 30 years old. Her face was not beautiful but she was very attractive with a nice slender figure and legs that held promise under her jeans. At 5”7” she was tall and wore heels that were very unusual for the ‘Hippie’ days. She stood erect with her head held high and her chest out. Way too much woman for a kid like me.
She looked back several times and always had a little smile or wink for me. I was flattered but knew that she was just teasing me, or at least that’s what I told myself. At 6’2” and a whopping 180 pounds I did look pretty good for a kid. Skinny as a rail, just like every other teenager of my generation, I was at least young and tall. This probably made me attractive to lots of older women, or so I thought.
It was almost time for the three ladies to be seated and the brunette tuned to me and put her arms around my waist.
She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and said. “ I sure would like to take you home with me.”
I was speechless, my head was processing all kinds of information that had to do mostly with the area between my thighs and allowed no intelligent thought to work it’s way to my lips. I just stared at her and a weak comment of “sounds good to me” blubbered from my mouth. She let out a little laugh but didn’t really make fun of me and blew me a kiss. She then joined her friends. We were seated at a table 20 or 30 feet from the ladies and I made sure I sat where I could see them. I still didn’t know how to handle the situation but I instinctively knew that I should show her I was interested. The only way I knew to do this was to keep looking her way. She was sitting so that she had to look to her left to look at me and I sat waiting for her glances. Glancing was not her style. Every few minutes she would look my way, catch my eye and wink or just giggle a little, but she always stared.
The meals came and I was thinking about everything except food. It was a very frustrating experience not really knowing how to handle the situation the way a man of the world would. I should have just walked up to her and told her how much I was attracted to her and wanted to spend time with her, but I was young and stupid. Fortunately, she knew I was a kid and, I suppose that was part of the attraction for her.
I was about to finish my meal when I noticed her waving to me. She was motioning for me to come over and talk to her. I stood up and walked to her table. My legs were like jelly, I was so nervous and scared. She took my hand and asked me to sit down next to her. Her friends left for the ladies room so we could talk.
“I really would like to take you home with me, is that your girlfriend with you?”
“No, it’s my sister.” I stammered.
“I thought it was something like that, she didn’t seem to spend much time talking to you.”
My brunette had her hand on my knee and was lightly running her hand up and down my leg. She told me she lived close by and would love to take me home. She didn’t have to be persuasive, I was hooked from the start and could hardly wait to leave with her.
“I would love to go with you.” I surprised myself with a complete sentence that came from my gut.
“Tell your sister you’ll call her later so she won’t worry.”
I stood up and walked over to my sister and told her I had been invited to spend some time with the lady at the other table and I would call her later. My sister was impressed when she looked over to my brunette and saw her nod to us.
“Be careful and enjoy yourself.” She grinned at me, not believing my luck. My sister was pretty cool when she had to be.
I walked over to my brunette, she took my hand and we left the restaurant. Her apartment was just a couple of blocks away and it gave us a chance to talk and learn a little about each other. Her name was Brenda, a name that still holds magic for me to this day. She worked at the University and had graduated 7 years earlier, but decided to stay in Ann Arbor. We talked and flirted and laughed like two kids on their first date. I guess that’s just what we were, at least to me.
I was at ease. Her easy grace and soft flirtatious manner had me relaxed and I was ready to get to her apartment, even though I really had no idea what to expect when we got there. She could have asked me to rearrange furniture for all I knew. I just wanted to be with her.
Her apartment was on the second floor of a typical college apartment complex. The apartment was a little larger than most, however, and she just had one roommate. Her roommate was gone for weekend so we had the place to ourselves. She offered me a beer after laughing that I was too young and she was corrupting me. I gladly took the beer and started to settle in.
I sat down on the couch and she snuggled up next to me. We made small talk but pretty soon she turned the subject to sex. She wanted to know how much experience I had and if I had gone all the way. I told her the truth, that all I had ever done was heavy petting, with an occasional hand job. One girl I dated loved to take off all her clothes but all I did was feel her up and never really had the nerve to go much further.
“Would you like me to teach you how to please a woman and receive pleasure yourself?”
Oh yes, I was sooooo ready.