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Summer Of 64
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

Back in 1964 boys generally were virgins longer than 
they are today, although back then you did occasionally 
hear about a young teenage boy getting lucky with an 
older woman. This is one of those stories. (F/m-teen, 
underage, 1st, oral)

***

Part 1

The small group of teenagers sat in the corner of the 
near empty offices of Ryan, Smith and Dodge. It was 
lunch hour and most of the workers had taken advantage 
of the warm Friday afternoon to take a walk on the 
streets of New York.

Jimmy Ross, the youngest of the four, fiddled with the 
dial of his new transistor radio, changing the news 
station they had been listening to get the baseball 
scores to one that played top 40 tunes. To their 
annoyance, instead of how the local teams had done, the 
radio commentator had been going on and on about some 
incident with two American warships in some place called 
the Gulf of Tonkin.

"Where the hell is the Gulf of Tonka?" Joe Wilson asked, 
just before Jimmy changed the station.

"That's the Gulf of Tonkin, dummy," Peter Butler 
corrected Joe. "It's a body of water between Vietnam and 
China. Tonka are the trucks you probably still play 
with."

"Well thank you Mr. Geography," Joe laughed back. "Leave 
it to you to know the name of every unimportant piss-ant 
little country in the world."

"Well if you paid any attention in Miss Murray's class, 
you'd have known it too," Peter, who had gone to school 
with Joe, added.

"Yeah, like that little piece of information is ever 
going to come up again in my lifetime," Joe retorted.

The friendly barbs faded as the sounds of "Pretty Woman" 
replaced that of the wooden announcer. The discussion 
moved onto more important subjects, at least those more 
important to eighteen-year-olds working summer jobs 
before going off to college in a month. They went from 
the Yankees' chances of making it to the World Series 
again to the new James Bond film, Goldfinger.

"Hey did you see this about the new program that's 
coming on CBS next month?" Steve Walton asked as he 
flipped through a TV magazine as he ate. "It's about a 
bunch of people who take a mini-cruise and get 
shipwrecked on a deserted island."

"Now that sounds like a stupid idea for a show," Peter 
said as he finished off his own soda. "What's it 
called?"

"Gillian's, no wait a sec... Gilligan's Island," Steve 
read.

"That sounds as stupid as the idea," Joe joined in as he 
leaned over and looked at the large picture of the 
show's cast that accompanied the article. "But I'll tell 
you what; I wouldn't mind getting stranded with those 
two," he grinned, pointing out the two younger women in 
the photograph.

"Yeah, like you'd know what to do with them once you 
were on the island," Peter interrupted.

"You'd better believe it," Joe shot back. "Trust me, a 
week alone with me on an island and I'd have both of 
them giving me blowjobs."

"More likely committing suicide," Peter corrected him. 
"As if you ever really got a blowjob in your life."

"Hey, all I can say to that is Donna Petrachinni, what 
more needs to be said."

Peter reserved comment on his friend's reply. Ever since 
the night of their senior prom, Joe had claimed to have 
gotten Donna Petrachinni to have gone down on him. The 
only guy in class to have the nerve to make a claim like 
that. Now Donna wasn't exactly the hardest girl in town 
to talk out of her bra, and sometimes even her panties, 
although it was only to let you rub her pussy with your 
hand. Getting her to take your cock in her mouth was 
something else all together.

Blowjobs or oral sex if you wanted to get technical, 
were the Holy Grail of sexual accomplishments among all 
the guys they knew. Few were those who had actually 
experienced one. Not even Peter's older brother, Mark, 
who had been married a year now, had ever gotten one. 
The subject had come up in a discussion between the two 
brothers and the elder admitted that his new bride 
wouldn't even discuss the idea.

"Hey, I'll tell you who I'd really like to be stranded 
on a deserted island with," Steve said, saving Peter the 
trouble of having to once again express skepticism over 
Joe's reoccurring claim.

Three sets of eyes turned in Steve's direction for the 
answer. The blond haired teen waited a long heartbeat 
and then answered, "Kathy Chakiris."

A chorus of "Oh Yeah" came from Joe and Jimmy in 
response to the answer. Peter, strangely enough, tried 
hard not to react to the suggestion. It wasn't that he 
didn't agree with his three co-workers' assessment. Far 
from it in fact. He was just afraid that if he replied 
at all, it would be so enthusiastically that it would be 
embarrassing.

The second youngest of the summer help, although that 
really didn't matter that much when you were only 
talking about months if not weeks difference, Peter 
Butler had been totally smitten by Kathy Chakiris since 
the day he'd been hired. In that regard, he was far from 
alone.

Kathy Chakiris was a tall, dark haired woman of thirty 
who was the back office's chief clerk. A sort of 
assistant to the office manager, she had a lot of 
responsibility but little real authority. Of Greek 
background, Kathy was without doubt, the sexiest woman 
in the company. Aside from her deep olive skin and dark 
red lips, she had a striking figure that included a bust 
to rival Jane Mansfield's.

Divorced two years ago after an eight-year marriage, it 
had become a point of certainty among most of the men in 
the office that she was hot to trot. This was a belief 
that none of them had ever been able to back up with 
personal experience, but a strongly held conviction 
never the less.

Almost as if on cue, people began to return to the 
office at that moment, and in the forefront of the group 
was Kathy. Dressed in a form fitting dark blue dress 
that hugged her figure like a second skin, she was also 
wearing the dark sunglasses that she wore even inside 
the office. Peter couldn't recall ever seeing her 
without those glasses, an element that just added to her 
allure.

"Good afternoon boys," Kathy smiled and said as she 
walked past the small group.

None of them really answered, feeling her gaze even 
through her dark glasses. It was almost as if she knew 
what they'd been discussing. At least that was the way 
Peter felt. He was also sure he wasn't the only one of 
his friends who thought of Kathy when they were alone 
and took matters in hand.

It wasn't until two more groups passed that the four 
young men tossed the remnants of lunch into a pail and 
went back to their work spots. Peter happened to be 
assigned to Kathy's department this week and had only 
settled at his desk when Mr. Davis, the department 
manager walked into the center of the room and called 
for everyone's attention.

"I'm afraid that I have some bad news, Ladies and 
Gentlemen," the balding fifty-year-old announced. "I 
just got a call from a friend at the home office and it 
seems that we're going to find ourselves the recipients 
of a surprise audit come Monday morning."

A flurry of low groans greeted the announcement. People 
who had been there for any time knew what was coming 
next.

"Now while I'm sure that they'll find everything as it 
should be, small errors have been known to happen from 
time to time," Mr. Davis continued. "So as we've done in 
the past, I'd like you all to come in tomorrow morning 
and we'll run a practice audit. Just to make sure that 
everything balances."

A second round of groans, which Davis just seemed to 
ignore, followed the first. With only three more 
weekends left in the summer, each was precious. Mr. 
Davis assured them all that if they got in by seven, he 
was sure they could finish by noon and still have plenty 
of time to spend the day with their families.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Chakiris," Peter asked as he stepped up 
to her desk. "Does that include us, coming in tomorrow I 
mean?"

"I'm afraid so, Peter," she replied with a friendly 
smile. "Even though you really don't have anything to do 
with the audit, Mr. Davis likes everyone to come in as a 
show of support. I`m sorry."

"That's okay," Peter smiled back. "I don't really mind, 
I just wanted to be sure that I was supposed to come in, 
that's all."

"I wish everyone were so co-operative," the tall woman 
replied. "It's all I can do to get some people in here 
kicking and screaming."

"Well I guess I better get back to work," Peter said as 
he walked away.

He glanced back over his shoulder to see Kathy already 
once more engrossed in a report that had been sitting on 
her desk. When he got back to his own desk, Peter was 
immediately aware of two things. One, that he could 
still smell her perfume, and that two, he had a first 
class hard on because of it. Looking downward so no one 
could see him blush, the dark haired young man hoped 
that the former would stay with him for some time, and 
that no one had noticed the latter.

Peter had to rise extra early Saturday morning to catch 
the train and get into the office by seven. He hoped 
that Mr. Davis had been right about their being out of 
there by noon. His father had won tickets at the local 
bar to the game between the Mets and the Colt 45's out 
at Shea that afternoon and had given them to his two 
sons. A Yankee fan to the core, Ben Butler had no 
interest in wasting his Saturday afternoon watching 
Casey Stengel's Amazing's make fools out of themselves 
once again. Not that the new Houston team was that much 
better.

Now if they had been Yankee tickets, he would've been 
more than happy to truck out to the Bronx and watch Yogi 
Berra's Bombers on their way to yet another World 
Series. The days of the great Titans of Yesteryear might 
have been fading, but an afternoon watching the likes of 
Mantle, Ford and Maris was still not to be missed.

"One of these days," Peter had told his Dad, the Mets 
are going to really be contenders. They might even be 
World Champions."

"Sure they will," his father had laughingly replied. 
"That'll happen right after they really walk on the 
Moon."

Not really one to speak ill of the dead, but Ben Butler 
had an even lower opinion of President Kennedy's promise 
to send men to the Moon before 1970 than he did of the 
National League's new team . Another colossal waste of 
time and money, he'd said at the time. Even if it was 
somehow possible, which he doubted.

Before he left home, Peter had left a message with his 
brother's wife that if he couldn't make the game, he'd 
call and let him know. It would be real easy for him to 
find someone to go in Peter's place.


Part 2

The prospect of spending a whole Saturday in the office 
instead of just the morning proved to be the great 
incentive that Mr. Davis had said it would be. Never had 
Peter seen some of his fellow workers do their jobs with 
such animation. By eleven twenty-five, the practice 
audit was done and people were already making for the 
doors.

"Excuse me," Kathy said, loud enough for everyone still 
around her to clearly hear. "I could use a little help 
in putting all of these ledgers away."

Dozens of eyes looked at the scattered piles of heavy 
accounting ledgers that had been left scattered across a 
dozen desks. Normally kept in a large storage room down 
on the twenty-first floor, they had been moved upstairs 
for the audit.

With half the work force already gone, none of those 
left wanted to get stuck any longer than they had to.

One by one, they came up with some excuse as to why they 
couldn't stay. Without the authority of the office 
manager behind her, and he had been the first to leave, 
Kathy really couldn't force anyone to stay.

"Come on, Pete," Joe said as he started for the door. 
"If we can catch the train, we can be home in an hour."

Peter thought about it a few moments, then said. "You go 
ahead, I'm going to stay and help."

"Whatever the hell for," Joe said. "No one else is."

"Because it's the right thing to do," Peter answered. 
"If you want to go, you go ahead."

"Suit yourself," Joe said, shaking his head at his 
friend's attitude. "But just remember Pete," he said in 
a lower tone that only the other teen could hear. "It's 
not like she's going to be so full of deep appreciation 
that she's going to drop down to her knees to thank 
you."

"Sometimes, Joe," Peter said as he watched his friend 
walk away, "you really are an asshole."

By the time Peter walked back into the office, Kathy was 
the only one still there. She was loading a few of the 
ledgers into a shopping cart that they used to move them 
between floors. Picking up two of the books from a 
nearby desk, Peter dropped them into the cart.

"Oh Peter," Kathy said as she jumped slightly at the 
sound of the books landing on her own pile. "I didn't 
realize that anyone was still here."

"I thought I'd stay and lend a hand, Mrs. Chakiris," the 
younger man said.

"That's very nice of you," Kathy replied, her smile 
exhibiting a genuine warmth that he had never seen 
before. "But if you are going to stay, I'm going to 
insist on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You stop all this Mrs. Chakiris nonsense," Kathy 
laughed. "Like I've been telling you to do all summer. 
You make it sound like I'm old enough to be your 
mother."

"All right, Kathy." Peter smiled as he piled another few 
ledgers into the cart.

Even with the two of them, it took another hour and four 
elevator trips to the twenty-first floor to put away all 
the ledgers.

"I read an article the other day," Peter said as pushed 
the now empty cart down the equally empty hall. "that 
said that someday they'll be able to make computers that 
will keep all these records on a disk the size of a pack 
of cigarettes."

"Are you sure that wasn't one of those science fiction 
magazines," Kathy laughed. "Sounds like something out of 
the Outer Limits."

"No, it was Scientific American," Peter said, then 
realized that she was joking with him. "Oh, I get it."

The elevator door opened once more on their floor. As 
they stepped back into the office, Kathy checked her 
watch.

"Quarter after one," she said out loud. "I was afraid 
that I wouldn't get out of here until after three."

"Oh no," Peter exclaimed as he heard the time. "I forgot 
to call my brother about the Mets game."

He quickly dialed his brother's house on the closest 
desk phone. His sister in law told him that Mark had 
already left for the game. She also told him that when 
Peter hadn't called him one way or another, Mark had 
simply asked one of the neighbors if they wanted to go.

"You were supposed to be going to the baseball game?" 
Kathy asked Peter, not being able to ignore the 
telephone conversation.

"My Dad won a pair of tickets, he gave them to my 
brother and me," Peter explained.

"Now I feel guilty about having you stay and help," 
Kathy said.

"You don't have to feel that way," Peter replied. "I 
wanted to stay, I really did. More than I wanted to go 
see the game."

"I think you're lying," Kathy smiled. "but thank you for 
saying that. I really do appreciate your staying."

Peter wasn`t sure what he was going to say next, but 
whatever it was, it flew right out of his head as Kathy 
leaned over and gave him a thank you kiss on his cheek. 
It was the sort of kiss you would get from a friend, but 
as unexpected as it was, he couldn't have been more 
surprised if she had kissed him on the lips and stuck 
her tongue down his throat.

"You really are a dear," she said with a smile after the 
kiss.

"I guess I'd better get going," Peter finally replied, 
still at a loss for words.

"Before you go, Peter," Kathy said as she sat on the 
edge of her desk and crossed her legs. The black slacks 
she wore seemed to accent, rather than hide her long 
legs, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything," he quickly replied.

"Do you ever hear the men in the office talking about 
me?"

"I'm not sure what you mean?" came his reply.

"Oh I'm sure you do," Kathy said. "It's no secret to me 
that a good many of the men in this office look at me as 
some sort of easy lay, even though I've never so much as 
gone out with any of them for a drink after work."

Peter was shocked to hear the phrase "easy lay" come out 
of Kathy's mouth. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd ever 
heard any woman say.

"Well I try to ignore office gossip," he said.

"But you have heard it?" she asked again.

"Yes," he finally admitted.

"Do you think that it's true?"

"Well I guess it doesn't have to be true to be gossip," 
Peter said after a few moments consideration.

"Well just to set the record straight, I'm not an easy 
lay, despite what anyone says. Most men these days see a 
woman who is both attractive and divorced and 
automatically assume that if she shows the slightest 
interest in them, all she wants to do is go to bed with 
them. As if she was nothing better than some common 
streetwalker."

With his eyes fixed on the contours of her body, the 
first thing that came to Peter's mind was that there was 
nothing common about Kathy. Then his common sense took 
hold and he said nothing. Yet he wondered why she was 
telling him all of this.

"One of the reasons why I don't date anyone from the 
office," she went on, "is the fact that because of that 
view, any invitation I did accept would be taken as an 
invitation to something far more than dinner. Even if 
that expectation went unfulfilled, there are many of 
those who would assume that it had been realized."

Peter was now totally confused and still confused by the 
candor of her statements. It was almost like talking to 
one of the guys. After all, girls didn't talk about 
getting laid, did they? Finally the thought occurred to 
him that she was telling him all of this because somehow 
she had heard what he and the guys had been saying about 
her in their lunchtime bull sessions.

"I guess I'm sort of guilty too," he admitted with a 
deep blush as he explained how she had come up in their 
noontime discussions. He left out, however, the fact 
that she was a frequent visitor in his own masturbation 
fantasies. That would be too forthcoming.

Kathy laughed at his admission. It took him a few 
seconds to realize that she wasn't laughing at him, just 
his admission.

"Sweetheart, it doesn't bother me that you and your 
buddies talk about me," she laughed. "That's just part 
of being eighteen and perpetually horny. In fact, I'd be 
more offended if you weren't checking me out. Women have 
egos too you know. I wouldn`t even be shocked to know 
that one or two of you might think of me late at night."

This was way too much, Peter thought to himself. He 
couldn't imagine any woman saying the things that Kathy 
had just said.

"I guess by now I have you totally confused, don't I?" 
Kathy finally said.

"Sort of ..." Peter answered.

"Well the reason I guess I told you all of that was 
because I want to make it up to you for missing the 
baseball game and spending your time helping me. I just 
wanted you to understand that what I was offering was 
exactly that, with nothing else attached."

"Okay," Peter replied, still not really understanding.

"I was going to the World's Fair out in Flushing Meadow 
tomorrow with my roommate," Kathy finally explained. 
"But she had to go home to New Jersey last night because 
her Mother is ill. Since the tickets to the Fair are 
already paid for and everything, I was wondering if 
you'd like to go with me? Just as friends."

Peter's eyes lit up. Despite living not all that far 
from the Fair, he had yet to go there. It was one of 
those things that you kept saying, next weekend. Without 
evening thinking about it, he was saying he'd love to 
go.

"That would be great," Kathy said on hearing his reply. 
Would you rather meet me at the entranceway, or do you 
want to come over my apartment and pick me up. I live up 
on Belle Boulevard.

"I guess it would be easier to meet at your apartment," 
Peter said, not having realized that Kathy also lived in 
Queens. "The way the crowds are at the Fair, we might 
never find each other."

"You're probably right," Kathy agreed as she wrote down 
her address on an index card for him. "We should get an 
early start, would eight be too early?"

Peter said that eight would be fine as he took the card 
from her. Kathy said that she had some errand to run in 
the city and that she would lock up everything in the 
office.

As he rode the elevator down to the lobby of the midtown 
office building, Peter only now realized what had just 
happened. 

"Wait until I tell the guys that I'm going to the 
World's Fair with Kathy," he told himself excitedly.

Then he considered what Kathy had said about how the men 
in the office viewed her, a view shared by his friends, 
and decided that perhaps this was something that he 
should keep to himself after all.


Part 3

Peter spent almost an hour getting dressed the next 
morning. Normally, Sunday called for just a pair of 
shorts and a T-shirt, but today was going to be special. 
Out came a blue dress shirt and black pants that were 
only slightly less proper than those he wore to the 
office. The eighteen-year-old had only finally begun to 
sprout facial hair during his senior year and it was a 
growth that was usually sporadic at best. Still he spent 
a careful ten minutes of that hour making sure his face 
was smooth and clean. Completing his morning ritual, he 
splashed on cologne, taking care not to overdo it.

Luck was with him as he managed to get out of the house 
without running into anyone who might be curious as to 
where he was going so dressed up. His good fortune 
continued as he managed to catch the bus over to Kathy's 
apartment. On a Sunday schedule, he would've had a good 
wait for the next one.

Kathy lived on the top floor of a three family house. He 
checked his appearance one last time before knocking on 
her door. All the way over here, he had been rehearsing 
bits of conversation that he was sure would impress her, 
beginning with what he was positive was a great 
compliment on how great she looked this morning.

All that mental time and effort went to waste when Kathy 
opened the door. Peter could only mumble a feeble good 
morning as she swung the door open and invited him 
inside.

Kathy must've just stepped out of the shower because all 
she was wearing when she answered the door was a wrap 
around towel. Peter's eyes opened wide as they fell 
immediately on the highly visible valley of her large 
breasts.

"Well good morning, Peter," she said with a bright smile 
as he stepped inside. "I'm afraid I was up a little late 
last night and overslept," she added in explanation of 
her appearance. "Just give me twenty minutes and I'll be 
ready to go."

With that she turned and vanished into her bedroom, 
leaving a still shocked Peter staring at the long, 
smooth legs stretching out from beneath the terrycloth 
covering.

Peter finally found his voice again once Kathy was gone. 
He couldn't believe she had just opened the door dressed 
like that and was so casual about it.

"Well, that didn't take too long, did it?" Kathy said as 
she stepped out of the bedroom fifteen minutes later.

Gone was the towel, replaced by a pair of black slacks 
that hugged both her long legs and ass and a yellow 
short-sleeve blouse that was only slightly looser around 
her chest. Her long hair was pulled back and held in 
place by a black headband.

Kathy took a few moments to check the contents of the 
small purse she had taken off a nearby table, then 
snapped it shut.

"Shall we go?" she said with a broad smile.

***

The trip over to the fairgrounds took only twenty 
minutes, or about a third of the time the two of them 
had to wait on the long line outside the main entrance. 
It seemed like half the city had decided to take 
advantage of the beautiful weather and picked today to 
visit the fair.

Peter didn't care, he was having the time of his life. 
Kathy and he were having the most interesting discussion 
about the fair. He learned for the first time that this 
was actually the second World's Fair to be held at 
Flushing Meadow. The first had been twenty-five years 
ago. Kathy had a childhood memory of being taken to it 
by her parents.

Finally, they passed through the gates and the wait was 
more than worthwhile. It was like stepping into another 
world. The world of the future.

Despite the crowds, they wanted to try and see 
everything. They rode the AMF Monorail and the Swiss Sky 
Ride, the latter of which Peter insisted on paying for 
the two of them, even though he though the seventy-five 
cent ticket was a bit excessive given what he made a 
week.

They had their photograph taken in front of the 
Unisphere and Kathy treated the two of them to a Bel-
Gem, a delicious concoction made up of a fat waffle 
base, piled high with strawberries and topped with 
whipped cream.

"You know, when my Mom was a kid, when you treated 
someone, they said you were blowing them." Kathy 
remarked as she finished her treat.

"That's very interesting," Peter replied, trying not to 
laugh.

"So if you really wanted to," Kathy whispered in a sexy 
voice. "I suppose you could tell you friends that I blew 
you."

Peter almost choked on the last of his waffle when he 
heard that. He would've thought he was used to Kathy's 
little jokes by now. There were times her comments were 
as off-color as any of the men in the office. Kathy just 
laughed as she used one of her napkins to wipe the 
whipped cream off the young man's face.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke," Kathy grinned as 
she dabbed at the last white drop. "That would just ruin 
the rest of our day."

From there they went to the RCA Pavilion where they got 
to see Color TV. Peter was fascinated by the 
multicolored images. A child of the new television 
generation, he had never seen anything but black and 
white before.

Kathy had humored his interest in anything new and 
futuristic and had gone with him to the Hall of Science 
where they'd seen a full size diorama of a future space 
station, as well as giant models of the rockets that 
would one day take men to the Moon.

In exchange, she had taken him to the New York City 
Pavilion, a holdover from the Fair Kathy had attended as 
a child. One of the guides had explained that the 
building had also been the headquarters of the United 
Nations back in 1946. The admission to the exhibit was a 
more reasonable ten cents, a sum well worth it Peter 
agreed, just to see the incredible scale model of New 
York City that was the center of the display. The model 
had over eight hundred thousand buildings.

They ended the day with what turned out to be what Peter 
imagined had to be the highlight of his day. Pepsi-Cola 
had sponsored the new Walt Disney ride called It's A 
Small World. A childlike water ride through distant 
lands, it also had quickly become a sort of tunnel of 
love for young and not so young adults. The simple ride 
became memorable when Kathy, caught up in the moment, 
had given him a brief kiss.

"That, is for being such a wonderful escort." She said 
in way of explanation.

The glow from that unexpected kiss stood with Peter all 
the way back to Kathy's apartment. In the hours they had 
explored the fair, he had discovered a side of the older 
woman he had never expected. Outside of the office she 
was even more sexy and fun loving than he could've 
imagined. Peter found himself wishing that he was ten 
years older, or that she was younger. Then again, he 
couldn't imagine any girl his age ever being so cool.

When they finally got back to Kathy's apartment, Peter 
stopped at the front door of the building and thanked 
Kathy once again for inviting him to go with her to the 
Fair. It had been a lot of fun, he'd told her and more 
than made up for the missed baseball game the previous 
day.

"Oh, aren't you going to come up?" Kathy unexpectedly 
asked. "It's still early."

"Sure, if you want," a surprised Peter found himself 
responding.

"Good, because I've enjoyed your company too much to 
want to see it end so soon." Kathy commented as she 
opened the door and stepped into the vestibule. "I'm 
sure we can find something or other to make the rest of 
the day interesting."

Following her into the building, Peter wondered what 
that might be.

"I'll be back in a minute," Kathy said as she dropped 
her purse on the same table she had picked it up from 
earlier in the day. "I just want to clean up a little."

"Sure," Peter replied.

"Why don't you turn on some music while you're waiting," 
she said before closing the bedroom door behind her. 
"There's soda or beer in the fridge if you want one."

Peter turned on the Hi-Fi that sat on a table in the 
living room. Soft sounds came out of the twin speakers 
as Peter walked into the kitchen and opened the 
refrigerator. He was about to take a RC Cola, then 
decided what the hell and took a bottle of Rheingold 
beer instead. It took him a moment to find the wall 
mounted bottle opener since he didn't always carry his 
church key.

The beer was ice cold, something Peter appreciated. 
Although he only came of legal drinking age a few months 
before, Peter had his first beer just before his 
sixteenth birthday.

Walking back into the living room, bottle in hand, the 
eighteen year old only had to wait less than a minute 
before Kathy reemerged from her bedroom.

The only change Peter noticed was that Kathy's hair now 
hung free down across her shoulders. With a smile on her 
face, she crossed the room to join her guest.

"Now that looks great," Kathy said in reference to the 
beer in Peter's hand.

Peter felt like such an idiot. Of course he should've 
asked if she wanted one as well.

"Let me get one for you," he apologized.

"No thanks," she replied as she took the bottle from his 
hand. "I'll just share some of yours."

Kathy raised the bottle to her lips and tilted it 
upward, taking a long drink from it. A small drop of 
beer spilled past her mouth and ran down her neck. Peter 
watched in fascination as the golden pearl disappeared 
down the opening of her blouse.

"That was good," Kathy sighed as she lowered the bottle, 
handing it back to Peter.

"Sure you don't want one of your own?" Peter asked as he 
realized that there was only a drop left in the bottle.

"Know what I really want?" Kathy asked suggestively.

Peter was almost afraid to answer, thankfully Kathy 
answered for him.

"I want to dance," she said. "Dance with me, Peter."

Before Peter could say a word, Kathy was in his arms, 
her head resting on his shoulder. He barely managed to 
get the near empty bottle down on the table before the 
swaying of her body carried it out of reach.

"This is unbelievable," Peter thought as Kathy's body 
pressed hard against his own. "I have to be dreaming."

If it was a dream, and the entire day certainly did seem 
like such, the young man had a sudden fear that it was 
about to turn into a nightmare. With his eyes closed and 
his head swimming in the fragrance of Kathy's perfume, 
Peter was all too aware of the softness of her breasts 
pressed against his chest. It was only then that he 
realized what he was pressing between her legs.

The memory of Linda Conrad's quite angry response when 
he got an erection while dancing with her came 
immediately to mind. Would Kathy now have the same 
reaction?

Hoping to avoid just that, Peter tried to pull away from 
her, just enough to hide his embarrassment. Rather than 
becoming angry over what his movement now drew attention 
to, Kathy pulled him even tighter against her.

Then, in an action that almost made Peter quite 
literally faint, Kathy took one hand from around his 
waist and instead pressed it between his legs. Her hand 
cupping his now quite visible erection.

"Oh shit!" Peter gasped.

"Peter," Kathy said nonchalantly. "Do you remember what 
I said yesterday about not being an easy lay."

Feeling like their conversation had taken place a month 
rather than a day before, Peter nodded yes.

"Well, I have to be honest with you," she went on as her 
fingers massaged his cock. "That wasn't exactly true."

"What?!" Peter thought.

"With the right person, I am an easy lay," she said, 
cutting right to the point.

A totally shocked Peter had no idea what to say. He 
couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"The key phrase being 'the right person'," she went on. 
"There are few men in our office that would fall into 
that category. That being said, I want to tell you that 
I think you are just so incredibly cute. There are times 
when I just want to eat you up."

"Me?" the dark haired teen asked.

"Why do you find that so hard to believe?" Kathy asked 
with a wide smile. "I would think that the girls at your 
high school would've been all over you."

"Not exactly," Peter admitted.

"Well it was their loss," she laughed.

If he was older or just a little more experienced, Peter 
might've realized that Kathy was massaging his ego as 
well as his cock. The former making him much more 
receptive to any suggestion she might make.

The suggestions the thirty-year-old made as she 
whispered in his ear, were things Peter would never have 
imagined on his own. Not even during the late night sex 
discussions he'd had with his buddies.

"Do you want to play?" Kathy finally asked, play being 
the most erotic word Peter had ever heard in his young 
life.


Part 4

"Oh yes," he said breathlessly, still unable to believe 
that his most secret fantasy was about to come true.

Kathy sealed the bargain with a kiss, her tongue 
reaching deep into Peter's mouth and stirring his soul. 
For a moment, he feared that just her kiss would be 
enough to make him come in his pants. Thankfully, that 
didn't happen.

Kathy reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, 
undoing half of them. Peter's eyes opened wide as her 
olive skin became more and more visible. Then, taking 
his hand in hers, she guided it beneath her blouse and 
laid it to rest against her large breast.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked Peter, sure of his 
response.

"Oh yes."

"Well it only gets better," she promised.

After letting Peter enjoy the softness and warmth of her 
flesh for a few moments more, Kathy removed his hand. 
She then stepped back and undid the remaining buttons of 
her blouse, letting it fall from her arms and down to 
the floor.

The bra Kathy wore was pretty much the same kind Peter 
had seen in the hamper in his house, worn by his mother 
and older sister. It was however several sizes larger. 
Next to Kathy, both his mother and sister were as flat-
chested as a boy.

Kathy held her bra in place with one hand as she reached 
back to undo the clasp that held it in place. Watching 
her, Peter found himself thinking of the many times he'd 
locked himself in the bathroom with his mother's mail 
order catalogues. His first masturbation aids had been 
the pictures of the underwear models in those books. 
Later, he had graduated to hand me down Playboys from 
his older brother. He had always tried to images what 
those women looked like when they took off their bras. 
Now he waited in anticipation as Kathy slowly removed 
hers and let the white garment join her blouse on the 
floor.

What Kathy's mounds looked like under her clothing had 
been the subject of endless hours of discussion among 
Peter and his friends. To his delight, the teenager 
discovered that they were more beautiful that he could 
have imagined.

It wasn't just their size, which was impressive in 
itself, it was the symmetric perfection of both of them. 
Her skin was flawless, the hue of which added to its 
beauty. The areola surrounding her thick nipples were 
larger than a silver dollar and several shades darker 
than her skin. Nowhere in the two-year's worth of men's 
magazines his brother had bequeathed him had he seen 
breasts quite so spectacular.

"You like?" She smiled.

"Oh yes," Peter replied.

"Then let's see what else we can find that you might 
like," Kathy quipped.

Peter watched with rapt fascination as Kathy slid her 
feet out of the soft shoes she had been wearing. Then 
her hands glided down across her stomach and into the 
waistband of her slacks. Undoing the clasp that held 
them in place, she bent over and slid them down and off 
her legs. All that was left between his gaze and his 
first real look at a woman's sex was a pair of simple 
white panties.

"I think that maybe we'll wait a little for these," 
Kathy said as she toyed with the edges of her panties 
before letting them go.

Instead, she stepped back to Peter and kissed him again. 
This time it was a kiss filled with hunger, unlike any 
her young guest had ever experienced before. Her hands 
were all over him, undoing the buttons of his shirt and 
then the belt and button of his pants.

With an eagerness that he couldn't have imagined a woman 
capable of, Peter had his clothes practically torn off 
him. In no time at all, all he had left was his Fruit of 
the Loom briefs. Briefs hard pressed to restrain his 
enlarged manhood.

A manhood that once more threatened to explode as 
Kathy's hand slid inside his underwear and wrapped 
around it. She took Peter's hand and guided it into her 
own panties, pressing it against her wetness.

"Oh shit!" Peter gasped as he was bombarded by the twin 
sensations of her touches.

In his young life, Peter had twice felt the touch of 
feminine hands on his cock, and once the softness of a 
girl's sex. Those touches had been brief encounters in 
the back of his parent's car, both times with high 
school classmates. Now, he told himself, the touch was 
that of a woman, not a girl.

Kathy guided his mouth to her breast, pressing her 
nipple between his lips. Like a newborn and hungry 
infant, Peter automatically began sucking on it. Drawing 
if not milk, then a captivating sexual excitement. A 
soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue caressed her 
flesh.

"Oh baby," Kathy said as her young lover began to spread 
a pleasing warmth across her breast. "that is so 
perfect. It feels so ... so good."

After a while, she shifted his attention to her other 
mound, enjoying his enthusiastic ministrations. Long 
ago, in college, an older female professor with whom 
she'd been on close terms had once remarked that there 
was nothing better than having a younger lover. Back 
then, Kathy had thought it a strange thing to say; 
believing that it would make more sense to have a 
mature, experienced man in her bed. The man she had 
married in her senior year had been five years older 
than her. Since then, she had learned that her 
professor's expertise went beyond what was taught in the 
classroom.

Pressing his face between her large breasts, Kathy held 
him tight. The press of her flesh against his brought a 
moan of enjoyment from Peter this time.

Still holding him, Kathy guided him to the couch and 
eased him down onto it. She dropped to her knees, 
reaching out with nimble hands to take hold of his 
briefs. Briefs which now slid down his legs, exposing 
the full length of his hard cock. An exposure that only 
lasted a few brief moments before Kathy learned forward 
and took him whole in her mouth.

Back in her freshman year of college, Kathy's roommate 
had convinced her that instead of being something that 
only whores or tramps did, oral sex was a great way to 
please a boyfriend and still keep your virginity. 
Despite that advice, within a year of her first blowjob, 
the twenty-year-old's maidenhood became a thing of the 
past. But in the interim she had learned to truly 
appreciate the value of being able to give great head. A 
skill she exhibited now as the dark haired thirty-year-
old ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, 
massaging the sensitive flesh with her lips and almost 
instantly bringing him to the verge of a orgasm.

A pinnacle that he reached after a few more thrusts. 
Peter felt his cock explode in Kathy's mouth, filling it 
with what seemed like a year's worth of come. A volume 
which didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, 
it seemed to excite her more as she sucked it all down 
her throat and seemed to reach for more.

"Oh God!" Peter said, thinking that if this was what Joe 
actually got from Donna Petrachinni, then his friend's 
description of the experience had been greatly 
understated..

Kathy didn't let Peter's cock slip from her mouth until 
it had begun to soften and shrink to its normal 
proportions. Yet even then, she licked it a few more 
times to clean off the last of his exertions.

"I guess we should give it a rest," Kathy smiled as she 
stood up. "That is if we want to give it another go 
anytime soon."

Peter's eyes lit up at her mention of 'another go'. The 
prospect of doing that, or perhaps something even better 
so occupied his attention that he totally missed what 
Kathy said next.

"Excuse me," he said when he realized she had said 
something.

"I said," Kathy repeated as she sat on the couch next to 
Peter, running her fingers across his chest. "How would 
you like to try doing that for me?"

It took Peter a few long moments to understand what she 
was talking about. When he did, a look of apprehension 
filled his face. If the odds of getting a girl to go 
down on a guy where a hundred to one, the odds of 
getting a guy to actually put his mouth there had to be 
a thousand to one. 

"Come on sugar," Kathy went on as she tickled his cock, 
stirring some life back into it. "Be a dear and get it 
nice and wet for me. Don't you want it to be just 
perfect when you fuck me?"

"When I fuck you," Peter repeated in his mind. "When I 
fuck you?"

Regardless of everything that had happened so far 
tonight, it still seemed unbelievable to the eighteen 
year old that he was about to lose his virginity. 
Something that not even Joe Wilson claimed to have done. 
Never mind that he was going to lose it to a woman like 
Kathy, and not some high school girl as ignorant about 
sex as he was.


Part 5

"Come on, baby," she said as she alternated between 
whispering in his ear and sticking her tongue into it. 
"I think you'd even like it. You're not like those 
friends of yours. I could tell that you're the kind of 
young man who would want to learn how to really take 
care of a woman."

Later, on reflection, Peter would wonder if it was her 
words or the rising of his cock that finally convinced 
him, but he found himself taking the place in front of 
the couch that Kathy had just vacated.

In response to his movement, the older woman lifted her 
bottom off the couch just enough to let her slide off 
her panties. Just before she did, Peter noted a dark and 
damp spot in the center of them. It wouldn't take much 
effort on his part to get her wet.

The last barrier now gone, Kathy spread her legs in 
front of Peter in invitation. Except for a brief glimpse 
of the mound between his sister's legs when he had once 
walked in on her, this was the first time he had ever 
actually seen a woman's sex.

Kathy was much hairier than his sister, with a dark bush 
that sparkled with dampness. He hesitated for a few 
moments more, unsure exactly how one went about doing 
what Kathy wanted him to do. It wasn't a topic that had 
ever really come up when his friends discussed sex.

Almost in answer to his confusion, Kathy reached down 
with both hands and spread her lips. Her finger slid up 
and down her pussy a few times, playing with her clit 
and showing Peter exactly where it was.

"I think this is what you are looking for," Kathy said, 
her finger on her clit and a small touch of anticipation 
in her tone.

Reaching out with his tongue to where she was pointing, 
Peter ran it up and down across the small protrusion. To 
his relief, it didn't taste half as bad as he feared it 
might, based on the stories he had heard. Then to his 
delight, the quick press of his tongue within her sex 
brought an almost immediate reaction from Kathy. A 
reaction most favorable.

"Oh yeah baby, right there," Kathy cried out as she 
leaned back her head and closed her eyes. "Suck it 
harder!"

With her words of encouragement in his ears, Peter did 
just that. His neophyte technique might have been crude, 
but it was getting the job done.

Kathy's hands gripped the back of his head, keeping him 
on target. The more he sucked on her pussy, the more he 
found he liked it. He couldn't believe how wrong all the 
guys had been about this. He reached up and began 
massaging her clit with his fingers, copying the way she 
had done it. Then he went back to his tongue, moving his 
fingers down and little and sliding them into her as 
well. He had no way of knowing how wet Kathy was 
supposed to get, but from the way his fingers slid in, 
he figured she had to be pretty close.

"Are you hard again?" Kathy asked as she lifted his head 
from between her legs.

Peter glanced down in response to her question and 
discovered that he was indeed hard again. If anything, 
it was even more erect than before.

"Well then," she said as she looked down as well, "why 
don't we put that puppy where it will do the most good?"

She lifted Peter out of the way and got up off the 
couch. Then she turned around and leaned back on the 
cushions, her ass lifted up in the air. She spread her 
legs wide, giving her lover a clear field.

Stepping up behind her, Peter took his cock in his hand 
and moved it against her ass cheeks. Kathy reached up 
between her legs and replaced his hand with her own.

"Wouldn't want you to shove that in the wrong hole, 
would we?" she grinned as she placed his cockhead at the 
entrance of her pussy.

Inexperienced as he was, Peter was quite sure he could 
handle it from here. After all, he'd done it hundreds of 
times in his dreams. Pressing forward, he felt his cock 
slide effortlessly inside of her. His guess about how 
wet she had to be seemed to be right. Realizing that 
this was the moment that he passed into manhood, at 
least the way most of his friends looked at it, Peter 
was thankful it was with a woman as experienced as 
Kathy. God only knew what it would be like with another 
virgin.

"I can't believe I'm really doing this," Peter thought 
to himself as he began to pump his young cock in and out 
of the woman spread before him. "I can't believe I'm 
finally having sex with a woman and it's Kathy Chakiris! 
No one is ever going to believe this."

But regardless if no one ever believed it, Peter knew it 
was really happening. He was determined to enjoy and 
remember every moment of it forever.

Faster and faster he moved his cock in and out of her, 
holding on tight to her hips to keep his balance. The 
sensations radiating from his cock and spreading 
throughout his body were unlike anything he had ever 
experienced before. The joy of bringing himself to 
orgasm that he had enjoyed almost daily since his early 
teens seemed a pale experience next to this.

His heart was racing like a sports car as sweat ran down 
his back. Breaths came in short bursts as he felt a 
growing weakness in his legs. Still the thought of 
stopping never entered his mind. All he could think was 
that the feel of Kathy's sugar walls against his skin 
was pure heaven.

Kathy herself added to his rising excitement. Calling 
out, as before, words of encouragement in language he'd 
never imagined a woman using.

"Fuck me!" she cried out between breaths in a loud 
voice. "Shove that cock in me! Give me it all! I want 
you to make me come!"

Peter hoped that she was about to come because it was 
quickly becoming apparent to him that he was reaching 
the edge of his restraint. The familiar and urgent 
pressure building deep in his balls was too great to 
ignore.

"I'm going to come!" he said as both a statement of fact 
and a warning.

"Not yet!" Kathy cried back as she took one of the hands 
she was using to support herself against the couch and 
reached down to her pussy. "Hold on."

Frantically the dark haired woman added her masturbation 
skills to the pumping of Peter's cock. In no time at 
all, she had caught up to her young lover.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes!" she cried out as the fever 
overtook her, her body quaking uncontrollably.

"Oh yeah!" Peter joined in as his own orgasm eclipsed 
that of only a short time before.

Their dual climaxes lasted both brief heartbeats and 
forever. Peter didn't really know how Kathy felt about 
it, but he would never forget this moment, not even when 
the next century came around.

Spent and drained, he collapsed on top of her and 
together they dropped to the couch. Wordlessly, they 
smiled at each other until Peter finally broke the 
spell.

"No one is ever going to believe this happened," he 
said. "Not that I'd ever tell anyone of course," he 
immediately added.

"All that matters is that you know it happened," Kathy 
smiled, "And you can cherish that. I know I will," she 
added as she leaned over and kissed him one last time.

***

When Peter returned to work the next day, he didn't feel 
like joining in with his friends' horseplay during their 
morning coffee break. Somehow, it all seemed so juvenile 
now.

Kathy was in a meeting for most of the morning, so he 
didn't see her until after the lunch hour. When he did, 
no words were exchanged about the events of the day 
before. They did, however, trade the warmest of smiles. 
In fact, in the two weeks left of his summer job, he 
never brought it up or mentioned the slightest hint of 
it to his friends. It was a silence that would continue 
for years beyond. But in those years, he would always 
look back at what had happened at that day at the 
World's Fair, and remember.

END

More stories by Ann Douglas at: 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
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