The Summer of 69'

Unlike the old movie, it wasn’t the Summer of 42′, but it might as well have been.

I had just turned eighteen, looking forward to Graduation, which was just a few month’s away. I wasn’t looking forward to the draft however, Vietnam still very much apart of the American way of life at that time. It was a period of self-discovery, decisions, and a very uncertain and somewhat frightening future.

I had being going ‘steady’ as was the term then, and perhaps still is. My High School sweetheart and I had known each other off and on since Grade-School, on into Junior High, which is now called Middle School in most places. And then of course, finally on into High School. But it wasn’t until High School that we finally got serious about our relationship.

But of all the time we knew each other, after all the dates, flirtations, and everything else that went along with it, Tracy had remained a ‘chaste’ albeit very flirtatious virgin. We’d spent more evenings together than you could even begin to possibly imagine, with my never getting off “first-base”. Another one of those ageless terms. Some might think, “Why bother?” Especially since most, if not all of my buddies back then were obviously having sex with their girlfriends, so why wasn’t I? God knows I tried. Even to the point sometimes of threatening to break up with her if she didn’t relent. Then we would breakup, and then I’d relent, and we’d start the whole damn process all over again.

There were several reasons we stayed together, even after short periodic weeks apart from one another. We honestly enjoyed being together, number one. Number two, Tracy and I both felt that after all these years, we were “meant” to be together, and God help us, that meant getting married one day too. Three…and this was mainly my reason more than hers of course, was that she had a fantastic body. True, I’d never actually seen it…but she had enormous breasts, and a shapely figure that the guys were always drooling over, and teasing me about constantly as I’d never actually seen it.

Perhaps it had something to do with that final year. The “war”, talk about future plans, including the possibility of marriage (someday) or what. But whatever the reason, Tracy suddenly began to loosen up. Not all at once, but gradually. But like all typically horny teenage boys, even finally getting to second base wasn’t good enough, or nearly fast enough.

Tracy and I had spent many evenings together like I said. Sometimes at the Drive-Inn, or sometimes simply sitting in my car overlooking the city. “Watching the submarine races” as we called parking back then. We had some pretty hot sessions together too. A lot of kissing, hugging, but never much more than that, though Tracy did enjoy hinting at wonderful things to come if I simply remained patient with her, and so on and so on.

Each time I was about to throw in the towel however, she’d do something to surprise me. And not without a lot of back and forth arguing and manipulating in between. We’d been up at the local ‘Lovers-Lane’ watching the twinkling lights of the city. I had recently had another girl at school begin to pay particular attention to me, and more importantly, I did know a guy who she had dated for a while, who had bragged about how good she was in bed. So this sudden outside interest, and the possibility of finally going to bed with a girl was more than a little tempting. I’d basically decided to (once again) break things off with Tracy, and do a little exploratory research on my own. Sitting there in the car, it was obvious to both of us that something was in the air. Neither one of us spoke initially, and as I soon discovered, it was because we both had several things weighing heavily on our minds.

“David? Do you really love me?” She asked.

It was perhaps the worse possible question she could have asked me at that moment. True, I did love her, or at least I honestly believed I did then. And here I was, considering breaking up with her long enough to at least finally get some girl into bed for no better reason than to finally lose my virginity, after all I was eighteen I had argued with myself.

“Yes Tracy. I do love you.” And then suddenly realizing this was an opening for me to lead into what had always been a constant tug of war between us, I added.

“And that’s one of the reasons I have wanted to be with you, now, not later, not (if) and when I go into the Navy, or somehow make it into College. A point that wasn’t missed on her at all as my folks didn’t have the means financially to support me in school, and so to do so would pretty much mean doing it myself. And at the moment, the odds of my being able to do that looked pretty slim. I worked a part-time job, but the meager wages I earned barely kept me in gas and insurance money on my car, let alone the few extra dollars I still had for dates.

Tracy looked as though she was actually considering what I had said. But her mind still seemed to be focused on something else entirely. We had reached some sort of crossroads in our relationship. She knew it, and I knew it, and neither one of us had to mention it. The next few moments have remained forever burned into my mind as one of my fondest Teenage memories.

It just so happened that my car, a Chevy SS Super Sport had a bench seat. It made our make-out sessions far more enjoyable and easier to perform than most of my friends complained about in their own cars with bucket seats. Tracy was looking at me, she was wearing the pastel blue “V” necked velour pullover that I had given her for her birthday a little over a month ago. I had purchased it specifically for her, as I knew her full breasts would show more than ample cleavage in it, something she didn’t mind showing on occasion, “Proud of her own tits” I’d often secretly think. And she was, as she loved teasing me in that way quite often by exposing just enough of that ample cleavage to send me home at nights with a really bad case of ‘blue-balls.’ So her wearing this gift wasn’t too surprising, but when I saw her reach around behind her back, obviously lifting up the back of the sweater and begin to undo the unclasp of her bra, I was stunned. Unsupported now as her boobs were, they were large enough to fall slightly lower against her chest. Not something too unexpected for someone that has naturally large breasts anyway, but the sight of actually seeing them like this, was a heaven sent moment. Yet with all my coaxing, all my month’s of frustration and pleading, hot burning licking kisses on her neck in hopes of arousing her, especially as I knew this was one of her most sensitive places, I was not prepared for any of this.

Embarrassment perhaps, her sudden vulnerability? I don’t know for sure, but whatever it was that I saw, I finally spoke.

“Tracy, you don’t have to…”

I never finished the sentence. Tracy reached over, taking my hand in hers and placed it firmly and wonderfully against her breast. True, it was on the outside of her sweater, but by this time, I was actually touching her magnificent tits, something I had only done up until now in many long nights of masturbatory fantasy’s. And this wasn’t any fantasy, this was real, and was really happening! Thank God for bench seats. I quickly turned towards her, comfortably positioning myself, and now began to caress her and toy with her earnestly. I felt the hard little nipple just beneath the now loose material of her bra quickly stiffen and grow between my circling, exploring fingers. And she moaned. Oh God, how I remember how she moaned, so softly, so sweet. Almost like a cat’s purr as I touched her and caressed that magnificent full breast.

“So this was what it was like to finally reach second base,” I thought silently, thrilled beyond my wildest expectations, and here I was only touching through the material of her sweater what I knew and could feel to be…that luscious, taut firm nipple. And I could have stayed on this particular bag forever too. After all this time, after all the lost opportunity’s with other girls, here I was finally getting to play with Tracy Stillman’s tits. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. And in the very next breath realized, “Hadn’t she undone her bra?” That sudden realization told me that she had offered up her breasts, not just to touch and fondle on the outside of her sweater, but on the inside, underneath! And here I was, wasting time, or worse, giving her the opportunity to change her mind about what she and I were doing.

Almost immediately I began to lift up the front of her sweater, though doing so slowly, still somewhat afraid that she would suddenly change her mind. Her bra still partially concealed her breasts, but shit, I was now looking at them, as I’d never seen them before either, even if it was inside a somewhat lacy and very sexy looking confinement.

The “go ahead” signal came when Tracy reached up with her own hand and pulled the bra off her breasts herself. Though things were a bit tangled and in someway hampering our movements, the sight of her mature fully exposed breasts was breathtaking to me. And in fact, as I recall, I had been holding my breath at the time, almost afraid to draw another in case I was dreaming, and that doing so, I’d wake up in bed, a very painful and needful erection reminding me that this was just another one of those frustrating ‘wet-dreams’ that I’d been having a lot of lately.

What I immediately noticed, were her dark brown areola, which encircled the thickest hardest nipple’s I had ever seen. Sure, I’d seen a number of women’s breasts in ‘girly’ magazines, and more than a few hard-core stroke books, but I’d never seen a woman with “hub-caps” as we called them, the size and color that Tracy’s were. And now I had even more desire and need to touch her, explore them and hopefully, “dare I risk it?” Kiss and even suck them as well?

I decided, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”. And I immediately bent downwards and tentatively began licking one of her hard little protruding nipples. The feel of her hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her was not only erotic, but I actually found myself having an out of body experience as though I could see myself actually flicking her nipple with the tip of my tongue! It was an honest moment of unspoken permission, as well as total surrender on her part, and I sat there, sucking her, licking her, and shaking like a fucking leaf!