July 17th, 1974, was a day I will never forget. It's 36 years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday. It didn't start out any different than most days of that summer; fresh from graduating high school, I had gotten into a routine that was working well for me.
I would sleep late, usually not waking up until noon or so, and at that point I would hang around the house all day until my Mom got home from work. We would have dinner, and then I would go over to the place us guys hung out back in the woods. Pooling our money together, we would buy as much of the cheapest beer we could, and then proceeded to drink it as fast as we could.
That was the routine, and except for the nights I would have to work at this part-time job I had at the grocery store, I kept to it religiously. It seemed like that was as good a way to spend the summer as any, after all, real life would be starting up in the fall.
I neglected to mention the activity that filled many of the afternoons around the house, but in fact that was the highlight of my days, at least on those days that were sunny and warm. Seeing the sunlight streaming through my blinds was incentive enough for me to get up and go to the window.
My bedroom was on the second floor of the house, and one window faced my backyard, which was pretty boring. The other window - now there was where the action was. That window faced the house of our long time neighbors, the Browns.
They were a family of six, but the three oldest of the four kids had moved out, leaving only the youngest girl and her parents. The younger girl was my age, but because she skipped a grade was a year ahead of me in school.
Lois had never interested me very much, probably because she had always been rather butt ugly growing up. She was skinny, was rather homely and had wicked acne up until a few years ago. She dressed in baggy and drab clothes, and seemed to be trying to make herself as unattractive as possible, and it worked.
She was a brilliant student though, which was probably why people like me who were painfully average academically didn't care for her. There was also a rumor that she was a lesbian, which turned people off from her too, although I confess that not only didn't bother me but made her a bit interesting.
Anyway, the Brown family had a pool in their yard. It was one of those above ground round things that's about 4' deep; nothing elaborate. I had never been in it because the rest of the Brown kids were older than me and we didn't hang out, but I could see it clearly enough from my window.
It was then that I started noticing Lois Brown. Earlier that summer I happened to glance over and saw Lois swimming, and ever since then I was hooked. Every day I would check over there to see if Lois was out, and if she was, my entertainment for the day was complete.
Oh, Lois was still no beauty queen, at least not in any conventional way. She still had skinny arms and bony legs, still had complexion problems, and in her bathing suit I could see that she even had acne scars on her back. I had noticed that by accident when I was checking out how clearly the binoculars could see, but in reality, nobody was ever going to spend much time looking at Lois Brown's back.
It was her front that interested me, and I don't know whether she was always built like that, or whether she suddenly blossomed overnight, but whichever the case, when I saw Lois in her bathing suit for the first time, I damn near fell out the window.
Lois Brown had the biggest tits I had ever seen. Even in the drab tan one piece suit she wore, her breasts looked gigantic. How that skinny body managed to stay upright with those torpedoes attached was astounding, and her cleavage looked like someplace you could bury your head in.
I spent that first day in my bathrobe, jerking off as I watched Lois, who would swim a bit and then come out of the water and sit in the chaise lounge to rest. My dick was sore by the end of the day, and that came from the non-stop stroking it got. Every one of the half dozen orgasms I had was incredible, and the next day was more of the same.
The third day was the best. Lois had a friend over. It was some dumpy looking girl who wore a t-shirt into the pool, but I would have looked at her if she was naked, because Lois wasn't wearing that drab bathing suit, but instead was wearing a bright yellow bikini that hid very little.
Maybe this was her lesbian girlfriend, I wondered as I watched those enormous jugs swaying as she moved, hoping to catch the two of them kissing or something. Nothing happened, although I thought the other girl spent a lot of time doing what I was doing, staring at the skinny girl with the big tits.
That night at our drinking hangout, I mentioned to my friend Kenny about what I had seen that day. Kenny was my best friend, probably because misery loves company. He was a misfit like me, and while my problem was being chubby and not very popular, his was being skinny and equally unpopular.
Kenny was a virgin, but at least he admitted it. I was too, but always claimed that I had screwed Kathy Morin last summer. I hadn't, but not for lack of trying. She did jerk me off though, so when she dumped me I got my revenge by claiming her as the first notch on my bedpost.
On the way home I told Kenny of my peeping activities, and when I told him about Lois, he refused to believe it.
"No way man," Kenny said. "She belongs in a kennel. She's as flat as a board. I remember her from church."
"When was the last time you were in church?" I asked him. "I think she's grown up since then."
Maybe Kenny didn't believe me, or maybe he did so he could get an invitation to come over to see for himself the next day, because he really liked to hang out with me. I had to get dressed for the occasion, and when he arrived around noon I was worried, because there had been no sign of Lois.
We paced around the sweltering coffin that was my room, glancing out the blinds from time to time while Kenny started suggesting that I was putting him on. I told him to hang on, because it wasn't even 1:00 yet.
Then it happened. Lois emerged from the house and went over to the pool. She was wearing something like a bathrobe, and as she tested the water Kenny started commenting.
"Shit. Her legs are like toothpicks," he said while she walked around the side of the house.
"Just wait," I said, hoping that when she took off the robe, that yellow bikini would be under it.
"Who's the fat chick?" Kenny asked as Lois let her friend from yesterday into the backyard.
"Dunno."
"Looks like a dyke," Kenny said. "Wait, she's... DAMN!"
I smiled when I saw Kenny's reaction to Lois taking off the robe. The yellow bikini was there, and Lois looked better than ever.
"I do not fucking believe this," Kenny said, pulling at himself through his shorts. "She makes Raquel Welch look like a boy."
That might have been an exaggeration, but the sight of that bony girl with the over-sized mammary glands was doing to Kenny what she had done to me, and we rubbed shoulders at the window to get the best view.
"That one in the t-shirt - she must be a lesbian," Kenny deduced. "You know that's what they always said about Lois."
"I know."
"It would be so hot if they made out," Kenny said. "Look at those tits. Wonder what size bra she wears?"
"I have no idea. Maybe she doesn't wear one."
"Lesbians don't," Kenny declared. "She must be gay. Did you see her armpits? They're as hairy as mine."
"I saw," I told Kenny, having memorized Lois from head to toe, and noticing the thick tufts of hair Lois had in those deep armpit hollows of hers would have been hard to miss. "Check out around the leg openings of her bikini. There's hair peeking out of there too."
"A trail of it goes up to her belly button too," Kenny said as he pressed the binoculars to the glass. "The pit hair of hers - I gotta admit that it turns me on."
"I know," I agreed, having discussed that topic with Kenny many times, since his older sister had gone through her hippie phase before heading to college.
"How do you stand it? Watching her like this all day, I mean. I would be jacking off non-stop," Kenny admitted, and I guess that my expression gave me away.
"Hey, I don't blame you," Kenny said after I confessed. "She's so hot. You ought to take pictures of her."
