"Let the good times roll" sang the Cars on my car tape deck as I made my way up highway 101 that spring day back in 1978. I was on my way to Santa Cruz to visit the campus of UCSC where, miraculously, I'd been accepted to attend college.
It was supposed to be just a visit to check out the school but, hell, nobody else was gonna take me! I barely made it out of high school and I guess, back then, they were kind of hard up for students. So of course I was excited about moving out of my parents house and the adventure that lay ahead.
My Mom's younger sister, June, lived in Santa Cruz and I was going to be staying with her for the weekend while I toured the campus. It would be a little awkward staying with her since I assumed she thought of me as just a little kid, but, whatever!
I was finally rounding into shape as a young man and, hopefully, my college experience would include sex with a woman which, to that point, had eluded me. Oh, I'd had dates, girlfriends, "Serious" relationships...but no sex. Not yet anyway.
So, there was my Aunt coming out to greet me as I pulled into the driveway of her modest little bungalow. My mom's little sister, June. Much more voluptuous figure than Mom, but the same pretty face and smile. My Mom is a red head but Auntie June has that long brunette hair, a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and, yeah, those big tits.
Auntie June hugged me as I got out of the car and I got to feel those big tits right away but, hey, she's my aunt for God's sake!
"Jeremy!" She gasped, "It's so good to see you! My, you've grown up!"
I would hope so. Honestly, the things adults say to you sometimes. I was 18 now and ready for whatever life had planned for me. I think she pictured me as an awkward little 13 year old which I was, maybe, the last time we saw each other.
Auntie June showed me to my little room off the kitchen and I tossed my stuff onto the bed and headed over to campus, eager to get a late afternoon look at my home for the next four years.
The campus is unique. You drive up this long road which seems like it's heading up into the clouds. And Deer! Everywhere! You never see that in Southern California. Here, they were everywhere. The kids seemed friendly and I loved the campus at first sight. This was gonna be fun!
When i got back to Auntie June's house she had the barbeque going and announced that we were going to have some chicken for dinner. She'd already opened a bottle of Chardonnay and casually mused "Jeremy, I assume you know your way around a glass of wine. Kids get into that very early these days."
Well, I was glad to have a drink but didn't much like being referred to as a "Kid." Besides, we smoked weed in those days. Alcohol was seen as kind of degenerate.
But Auntie June and I enjoyed our chicken and wine and, as we finished the bottle, my aunt started to look..."Different" somehow. She was kind of pretty for an older woman. Those sparkling eyes, her easy smile. Even though she'd called me a "Kid" she didn't treat me like one, filling my glass to finish the wine.
Auntie June had one more surprise for me that night. She had a hot tub! Kind of new for back then and she had the thing all heated up and ready to go. I hadn't brought a swim suit but Auntie June insisted it would be fine for me to go in dressed in my briefs. "We're family, you know." She chuckled.
So I eased into the hot water in my underpants and, man! It was nice! It got even nicer when June came out of the house wearing a little black bikini! Those tits I'd admired earlier? Wow! She was all spilling out of the black top and there were actually dark brown hairs sneaking out the crotch of her bottoms. My Mom's little sister was really pretty fine for a 38 year old woman.
We relaxed and talked and she looked right into my eyes while I gabbed on and on about my upcoming adventure. She promised to take me down to Pacific ave. where the nightlife was which was pretty cool of her.
"Would you like another glass of wine?" My auntie asked. Truth be told, I didn't drink all that much and the bubbles there in the spa seemed to be accelerating the effects of what I'd had already but...but I said "Sure."
Auntie June turned to climb out of the tub and there was her ass, like, right in my face! Hooh! Her shapely legs were finely toned and I found myself starting to get hard! Now, getting hard was something that happened every day but, after all, she was my aunt!
Auntie June returned with the wine and climbed in the water and then sat right next to me! If I didn't know better I would have suspected she was actually coming on to me! I couldn't help but steal a glance or two down her bikini bra and her cleavage was erotically stimulating to say the least! Now I was rock hard and had all sorts of "Impure" thoughts going through my head. I figured it must be the alcohol. She was my Mom's little sister!
That night, in my little bedroom, I found the mental image of Auntie June roaming through my mind. Her big sexy tits! Her gorgeous ass! Her pretty face with those dark eyes she kept flashing at me in the hot tub. Next thing I knew I was hard and teasing my cock. I like to masturbate with pictures from a magazine but tonight it was just the inside of my head, and Auntie June. The next thing I knew I was coming! Coming all over my belly! I was embarrassed and quickly used my discarded briefs to wipe up the mess.
Well the next day they held an organized tour of the UCSC campus so I went along. We were introduced to more of the student life on campus and even ate in the cafeteria. I was sold on the idea of college in Santa Cruz and eagerly awaited the chance to tell Auntie June all about my day.
When I got back, she was cleaning out the garage.
"I've decided I need to park my car in here instead of just storing all of this junk." She declared. Well, it was junk no doubt about that. Boxes of stuff, old clothes, just junk. I helped her reorganize the stuff she was keeping and schleped the trash out to the street.
There was one box that caught my eye. "Old magazines" it said. Well, I like old magazines so I casually looked through the box. Mostly old issues of Life and Look which are pretty interesting picture magazines. Oh, but then I spotted an even more interesting picture magazine: Playboy!
By 1978 Men's magazines were becoming increasingly more explicit. Mags like Hustler and Club were leading the way with "Open pussy" photography and some of the girls were even pretty! "Let the photos be bold...Let them show what they want!" The Cars sang. So Playboy was not all that great for the late seventies. But, back in the fifties I guess it was all you could see. My dad even had a secret issue of Playboy he kept stashed out in the garage in his tool box.