Summer of Loves - 1967

Summer of Loves - 1967

By Ms. Pamela Lightener

An 18 year-old girl's body is a playground for a wide variety of sensual pleasures. Most of us can imagine some of them. Some of us can imagine all of them. And there are even some who have experienced them all. Those are the most fortunate ones.

For college freshman Becky Coventry, the enveloping embrace of a warm shower on a lazy Sunday morning was a sensual reason to linger. She had already thoroughly soaped herself from her shoulders down, neglecting nothing, as her mother had taught her years before. Her mother hadn't mentioned the enjoyable side effects of such activity, assuming that a girl of a certain age would discover those for herself, and of course Becky at some point had.

A shower cap protecting her clean hair and easy-care hairstyle, she turned and let the gentle spray rinse off the suds while it tickled her body. This wasn't one of those times of intense explorations of teenage fantasy and desire, but simply a girl feeling nice and fresh and looking forward to her day.

This was a lull between the 1967 Spring and Summer quarters at her small private college, set literally on the central California coast, and she had taken advantage of the school's offer of an extended orientation and period of settling in. Becky had now been on campus for a week and a half, and was enjoying being a single in a two-bedroom dormitory apartment. Summer was the least attended of the college's quarters and she hoped to not have a roommate since she had never lived with anyone but her parents as an only child in their family home in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

She shut off the water, pushed the shower curtain aside, and stepped out of the bathtub onto the soft bathmat. Patting herself dry, she evaluated her body in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

One of those girls who always thought she should lose five pounds, Becky was a critical of her decidedly curvy and feminine form. She would never grow taller than 5-2, and weighing 125 pounds, she was probably right about the extra five. Maybe eight. But her weight was distributed nicely and her curves were pleasant to the eye. Her bush was something her mother had never actually talked to her about, but she trimmed it just a little every once in awhile. She liked how it made her feel like a woman instead of a little girl. On her head, her abundant hair was the same pleasant shade of light brown.

She pulled off the shower cap and shook head reflexively into the simple style that never got really messy. She pulled her shoulders back and she liked the way her breasts balanced out her hips. She had the tan lines many girls had in 1967, revealing the coverage of a modest 2-piece bathing suit. Staring at her own boobs, she felt silly and laughed, showing off a pretty face with a cute nose and a few freckles.

Her AM clock radio picked up a Santa Barbara Top 40 station, with The Turtles singing "Happy Together," a cheerful pop hit that also reminded her that she was single. But things were good here and she was just 18, so she wasn't bummed out.

You're not going to win any pageants, Becks, so enough with the posing. Time for lunch.

She enjoyed walking naked in the apartment, something she could hardly ever do at home. It felt a little naughty and strangely embarrassing even though she was alone. She wasn't certain why she liked that feeling, but didn't think too much about it. She walked out into the living room area, and turned toward the kitchenette, where a large window presented a scene she never tired of: The calm, blue Pacific Ocean extending all the way out to Hawaii or Japan or wherever the next land was.

On the third floor of the dorm, no one could see in unless they were on a boat she couldn't see with the giant Mount Palomar telescope on the deck. Confident the instrument had not been removed and employed to peep at her, she thrilled to the feeling of almost being nude outside, something she had sometimes imagined. The Mediterranean climate was perfect at the shore, and she felt no chill, and that was cool.

She passed by the unoccupied bedroom, with the bed made and undisturbed, again hoping it remained that way.

Teenage girls are always hungry, so she slipped on white briefs and a white bra, with capri pants and a festive peasant blouse. White socks and tennis shoes completed her California look, and she left for the Commons cafeteria.

On the way she recalled the loving generosity of her parents, who rewarded her good grades and responsible behavior by offering to pay for her tuition and expenses at the college of her choice. She had graduated high school in three and a half years by attending summer school and performing extra credit assignments. Many colleges accepted her applications, and this one was her first choice. After graduation she worked from January through May at her family's successful plumbing supply distribution business, and had earned substantial spending money. She was excited at the transition from girl to woman.

Walking to lunch, she was always impressed by how attractive so many of the students were here. They looked as if they could be in the movies or on TV. Sometimes thought of herself as mousy, but the girls here were relaxed and friendly -- not stuck up. She had made the right choice.

Arriving before noon, Becky grabbed a tray and got in line, first taking a carton of milk and a Jello salad. Scoping out what they had today, she smelled them before she saw them. They weren't a source of pleasure for everyone but they were to this freshman. They reminded her of home, where they were offered in her high school cafeteria. Wrapped, moist, and ready, literally as many as she wanted: XLNT brand beef tamales in the familiar white wrapper. She breathed them in. They seemed so exotic in Cheyenne, and she was thrilled they had them on the menu today.

She took one and put it on her plate, and then stopped to think. She was on her own, and her mother wasn't there to tell her not to eat too much. So she took a second one, but then stopped again. Just because Mom wasn't here was no excuse for running wild. She put it back, but then didn't move on. The struggle was real.

"Go ahead, take two," said a voice to her left. "Life should be enjoyed to the extent we can, and it's not like you're going to eat ten, are you?"

She laughed and turned to see a handsome Afro-American man smiling pleasantly at her, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, No big deal.

"I think I will, thank you very much," was her response. He was about six feet tall and obviously quite fit in a blue-green polo shirt and beige slacks. He had close-cropped hair and black horned-rim glasses, giving him a studious look. He was obviously older than she, and easily exuded confidence. They both paid and he invited her to share a table near a window with another spectacular view of the sea. The college was built to take advantage of as much of that scenery as possible, since tuition fees were commensurate with the pricey real estate.

She had not encountered many Afro-American people in her years in Cheyenne, but her parents had always taught her that it was what was in a person's heart and soul that mattered, and good people were just good people. They had also educated her about bad people in the world, and how they came in all colors.

He introduced himself as Nathan Bryan, a senior with a double major in Architecture and Philosophy. He explained that he had had to make a very convincing case to his faculty adviser to take that workload on, and eventually his persuasiveness and high school transcripts did the job. He was doing exceptionally well, and hoped to qualify at one of the top universities for a masters in the former, perhaps with some scholarship help.

"We need structures: Homes, factories, offices, all sorts of things. I want to design buildings that are practical and get the job done, but that also make people's lives better at the same time. I want people to be happier when they see them and when they're inside them. I want to learn how to do both."

She nodded, smiling. "You know, I think my dad would like what you said. He's in the plumbing supply business, which is like, what most people would think was the most dull and boring thing. But you know what he says about it is, 'Plumbers do a lot of great work people really need. They solve problems people really must have taken care of. And they do something that is really wonderful: They bring clean water inside, and they get dirty water out. I like being a part of that and I try to help them as much as I can.'" She was obviously very proud of her father.

"I never thought of it quite like that, Becky," Nathan laughed, wrinkling his brow as he took it in. "No, seriously, that is something most people don't think of: Clean in, and dirty out. I like it. I'm going to remember that. It's a trip.

"Now what are you going to be studying? What are your career plans, if you have them figured out by now?"

Becky said that she had wanted to be an elementary schoolteacher since she was in elementary school, and hoped to eventually work with children who had handicaps and were having trouble in school. Her parents knew it wouldn't pay a great deal, but they believed in her goals and saw a lot they liked in her eyes when she described the good she could do.

Nathan looked on admiringly when she told her story, and noted that she wasn't trying to come across as noble. She was just talking about what she wanted to do with her life. He liked her.

She playfully asked him what philosophers would say about her choice of two tamales instead of one. Surprisingly, he gave it some thought.

"Personally, I think people should enjoy the pleasures life has to offer as long as they aren't hurting anyone. In Philosophy II as a sophomore a couple of years ago and studied Epicurus, and that's what he proposed. That's where we get the word "epicurean," which often refers to the pleasures of food and drink."

"Wow. You really had an answer. I didn't expect that. I was thinking more of, 'If it feels good, do it.'"

"You actually raised a very interesting question about life, and that's pretty much what philosophy is. But keep in mind that not hurting anyone also includes not hurting yourself. So your pursuit of pleasure should not be engaged in without looking out for yourself and your health and happiness."

She paused and let that sink it. Nathan gave her time. "That is something I'll have to think about some more."

"Then you have paid me a very nice compliment. So in just a short time we both heard something of value. So I am very glad to have met you.

"I have some laundry to do, and if you're heading that way I'll walk you back to your apartment."

They strolled back in the warm sun and the fresh sea breeze, Nathan giving her some advice about how things worked at the college, and where to find what she needed at shops nearby. His place was on the second floor, and she continued in the elevator up to her floor. What a nice guy. He didn't treat me like some kid from the sticks... even though that's pretty much what I am.

It was also the first time she had spent some time socially with an actual man, and not a kid from her high school. She saw a real difference between Nathan as a mature adult and the kids back in Cheyenne, who were still finding their way to being men. She was smiling when she put her key in the lock of her apartment.

Right away Becky could sense something was different. After a couple of weeks she was sensitized to the atmosphere, the smells, and the vibe of her apartment. She actually loved being alone there every day. But something had changed. Exotic incense was burning somewhere. There was a macrame plant holder and big leafy plant hanging from the ceiling in the kitchenette.. On the counter were exotic teas and packages of Oreos and Laura Scudder potato chips, along with Hostess bakery treats. A stack of record albums was in the corner by the stereo.

She entered the general living space, with upholstered chairs and even a 19-inch color TV with rabbit ears on her right. To her left was a kitchen table that could seat six, and a nice kitchenette with a full-size refrigerator/freezer.

Straight ahead was a full bath, flanked by two bedrooms, with the one on the left hers. The apartment was living quarters that would have cost $600-800 a month in this neighborhood, but was included in the total tuition package.

It took her a moment to recognize the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door was open as she had left it. Then she saw the note on the dining table:

Hey, Roomie! I knocked and knocked before I came in, in case you were getting it on or doing something weird. Gotta wash. Long day. Make yourself at home! (Ha ha.)

Lynn

She had signed her name with a lot of swirls underneath and a peace sign. Becky sighed because he delicious solitude and privacy had come to an abrupt end.

She had planned to pee at home, but instead left quietly to use the dorm restroom at the end of the hall. When she returned the shower was off and Lynn was in the second bedroom... stark naked. She hadn't noticed Becky come in yet, and she was busy unpacking. Her several large suitcases had been out of sight before.

Apparently she hadn't found any underwear yet.

Becky was taken aback and just stared. A moment later Lynn looked up and she waved with a big smile framed by a rich mess of red-blonde hair. Which matched the smaller patch proudly sported where her long legs met.

"Rebecca! It's Rebecca, right? You're adorable! Come on in, this is going to take awhile."

Not knowing how to react, Becky came to the doorway as Lynn opened cases, sorted clothes and personal items, tennis racquets, hats, books, and slowly brought a little order to a lot of chaos. Of course Becky had seen girls naked in gym class, and had been used to that for years. But it was different when you were fully dressed and a stranger was completely nude, and acting as if she wasn't. It was kind of unreal having a normal conversation that way. Was she a nudist?

Lynn was quite a specimen, standing at least 5-7 and perhaps 135 lean and toned pounds. Her tan lines were smaller than Becky's, assuming a much more revealing bikini-style swimsuit preference. Her young breasts swayed hypnotically as she worked on her suitcases.

Lynn sensed the teen's discomfort, and chided her. "Oh, now, let's not be so hung up on the whole clothes thing, Rebecca. It's just my body, you know, the thing we all live in? Well, you live in yours and me in mine, and all that. I bet yours is perfectly nice, if you don't mind me saying so. You're very pretty."

"Uh... thanks. You're pretty too. I just didn't expect you with no clothes on. But it's OK, I mean, I get it. It's fine with me, really. It's natural and like we were born, right?" Becky couldn't stop staring, and Lynn smiled and didn't mention it. This wasn't one of the other girls in gym class, Becky thought. This was a real woman, stark naked, in her apartment. College is really different.

They spent most of the next hour getting to know each other a little, with Lynn being very positive and sincerely interested in Becky's life in Wyoming. Instead of dismissing Becky as provincial and unsophisticated, Lynn asked more about the wildlife and landscape, and the harsh winter season. It turned out that Becky was quite fond of her home and proud of it as well. Her story was right out of a 1950s sitcom like Father Knows Best or The Donna Reed Show. She apologized to Lynn for being so boring, but Lynn insisted that it was wholesome and nice.

She said for Lynn to call her Becky, since all her friends did. That brought a big smile to Lynn's beautiful face, since she had just met the girl.

Becky's parents were fairly wealthy, especially for Cheyenne. But Lynn's folks were in another world entirely. Her mother had had some success in Hollywood at a young age, and had starred in several major movies, some of which Lynn had seen. Retired from show business, her mother enjoyed the life of an expert hostess and philanthropist. Lynn inherited her mother's beauty, which was supplemented by her father's athleticism, having been a champion decathlete in college. He had almost made the Olympic team. Those genes had produced a stunning, strong, and gorgeous young woman who was fully aware of the potential and power of her body. It wasn't surprising to learn that Lynn had sometimes played Hippies in some of her dad's movies, and didn't mind doing nude scenes.

But it was her father who was the source of their almost unlimited wealth and opportunities. He had produced some of her mother's movies as well as numerous blockbuster hits. Several successful TV shows of the day bore the emblem of his production company. He had an ear for music as well, and made it look easy to produce endless AM radio hits.

So Lynn was a product of unrestricted opportunities, and her open mind and heart had led her to attend Barnard for her freshman year, the University of Miami for the next two years, and finally this small, prestigious college on the California coast in pursuit of her B. S. in Oceanography. In Florida she found she loved the sea and the variety of life it supported, and she saw the connected between it and the entire natural wonder of the earth itself. She told Becky that she almost remembered back millions of years ago when she was a fish or even a primitive organism in the ocean. They both laughed but Becky sensed she was just a little serious.

"That is just fascinating, Lynn! You are just the most interesting person I have ever met."

"You're sweet, Becky. And I'm glad you aren't put off by my barging in and forcing you to have a roommate. I got here kind of late since I never go anywhere in a straight line, and I meandered a little driving out from Florida. Usually they pair you with other seniors or juniors, but your apartment was the only one left without someone else sharing. So you're stuck with me for the quarter."

Without thinking Becky went to Lynn to give her a friendly hug, and then realized that she was hugging someone without a stitch on. She tried to pull back.

"Oh! Oops, sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Lynn held her tight, kissing her cheek. "Don't be silly, strange clothed person! I'm not that repulsive, am I?"

Becky's hands and arms felt Lynn's smooth back, and it felt nice. "No. No, you're nice."

They became friends quickly, and Becky found that the snobbery that upper classmen sometimes directed at freshmen and sophomores in high school wasn't as pronounced here. And even if it was, Lynn was the kind of person who wouldn't have paid attention anyway. She had her own mind about things.

Both girls explored the campus, the charming little town, and often the beach. The endless ocean was something Becky had a hard time comprehending, and thrilled to the idea of how it virtually went on forever. On their first visit, Becky knew her modest 2-piece stood out as hopelessly childish and square, and so they called it off and Lynn took her to a swimsuit shop a few blocks away.

On the way, Lynn got all the attention with her slim, tan body and more revealing bikini, so Becky didn't feel as awkward being in town wearing so little. The woman in the shop welcomed them enthusiastically and knew instantly who her customer would be. The three looked around and agreed on four possible choices, which they had Becky model for them. Lynn was in her dressing room when Becky was changing once, and since Lynn was busy inspecting the next suit and didn't make eye contact, Becky wasn't embarrassed.

Two other older girls from the college also came in the shop and put their two cents in, talking about coverage, Becky's figure and skin tone, and really treating her like a project in one of their classes -- as if she wasn't even involved. Her bottom was unanimously pronounced "sexy." She didn't know why that excited her, but it did a little.

The consensus was for two bikinis, both with more coverage than Lynn's, but smaller than her own kiddie suit. One was azure with a subtle slimming pattern, and the other a pretty aqua with a sheen to the fabric. They added a big straw hat, a see-thru coverup, sunglasses, new flip-flops, and a bottle Sea & Ski lotion. As the girls were complimenting Becky on her new azure bikini, Lynn quietly offered the manager her BankAmericard for the entire sale.

Outside the store and half a block down the street, Becky was getting some attention too. She had never worn so little in public. The cover-up was still in the store bag. Then she stopped and said loudly, "Lynn, I never paid for anything! We have to go back! Oh, no, I'm a shoplifter!"

Lynn calmed her down and explained, "Sweetie, it's my gift for letting me share your apartment. I know it's an imposition, and I'm so grateful. If you didn't really want me there I would gotten something off campus, but this is so much better. So thanks!

"Besides, daddy pays the card and he so doesn't care. Seriously, he never even looks at the bill. His accountants or somebody pays it. It's fine!"

"It doesn't feel right just because you're family's rich."

"OK, look. Just this time, how about that? So we're even."

Becky agreed, and they went back to the apartment. They changed out of their suits and this time Becky didn't close her door. Lynn stayed in her room as Becky dressed, and it felt kind of free and nice to not be shy about undressed.

The girls grew closer, although since they were three grades apart they didn't have any classes in common and so couldn't help each other. Lynn wasn't naked all the time when she was home -- just when the mood hit. And Becky would sometimes come out of the shower while Lynn was putting on her makeup, and dry off while they chatted. Over the summer Becky's tan lines changed to match her bikinis, and she began to feel like a college woman and not a high school girl.

Becky found her classes much harder than in high school, and was often at the library or studying at the apartment. She missed a social life, especially a boyfriend, but didn't have the time.

When Becky was in bed, Lynn would sometimes come home with someone, and it could get a bit loud. One night Becky used the bathroom that separated the two bedrooms, and she heard Lynn and her partner really getting it on. She put her ear to the common wall, and then a glass up against the wall, and it was as if she was in the room with them. After about 10 minutes they got so wild that Becky didn't even notice that her fingers were inside her panties and she was masturbating along with their rhythm. All three seemed to peak at about the same time.

Just getting to her doorway, Becky heard their door open just as she was closing the door to her room, not being able to tell if she had been seen. She couldn't sleep right away as they each used the bathroom and they talked quietly. Then he left and it was quiet.

The next morning Lynn was up early, already having coffee in a t-shirt from a local surf shop and panties. Becky seemed awkward and avoided her eyes, and Lynn just played it cool and sat at the table with a huge bowl of corn flakes. They said goodbye and Lynn tilted her head in thought when the door closed.

It was a long day for both, and they each grabbed something to eat before getting home late. Conversation was a little uncomfortable as they puttered around their place and watched That Girl and Peyton Place. Becky was in her typical shorts and a T-shirt (this time with Ricky Nelson's picture on it), and Lynn had discovered mumus, a colorful traditional Hawaiian shapeless pull-over dress that was a fad.

Both girls went off to bed, taking turns in the bathroom.

About 11:30 Becky woke up knowing she wouldn't be getting back to sleep for awhile. She lay there in a shortie nightgown with the gentle sea breeze wafting in.

Lynn was sound asleep au naturel, owning no sleepwear of any kind. On her stomach, she didn't notice Becky come in.

"Lynn? Lynn, it's me." It took a few tries to rouse her roommate, who rolled over unselfconsciously, with moonlight playing across her slim body.

"What? What is it, honey? Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I guess. I just want to talk. I'm sorry I woke you up."

Lynn came to and sat up on her twin bed, her breasts bare and presented herself without shame. "Sit down on the bed and tell me what's wrong."

Becky looked so precious in her short nightie, and looked down when she confessed to Lynn that she had listened to her and her lover having sex.

"Well, then I should apologize for us making so much noise that we woke you," replied Lynn. "I hope we weren't banging on the walls or anything. We're both very athletic." Her mischievous smile told Becky she wasn't angry. "Did you get off on it? Did you.. um.. have one?"

In the dim light, Lynn couldn't see her roommate blush bright red.

"Lyyyynnnnn!!" protested the teen. How can you talk like that?! Stop it!" But she was laughing.

"Because if you didn't either my guy and I have to do a lot better at fucking or we need to get you to the doctor to make sure all your stuff is in good working order. You know, this stuff!" Lynn began teasing Becky, tickling her, mostly near but sometimes on her pussy.

That devolved into giggling and tickling and wrestling, with the older girl easily winning the contest. But they calmed down and Lynn had Becky lay on her side while Lynn snuggle up behind her like a spoon. She put her arms around her shoulders and chest and held her body against Becky's back and legs. A few minutes went by.

"You're still upset, aren't you, Becks?"

Becky cried softly, and told Lynn she was lonely and wanted a boyfriend like Lynn had, but the boys in her classes wanted to go so fast and she didn't want to go to bed with them. She could tell they didn't even want to know her.

"Are you a virgin, Becky? It's totally cool if you are, that's something a girl has to decide for herself on her own time."

No. I've done it. Just once after graduation at a party. He was a guy I dated a few times and he was pretty drunk. I wasn't drunk, and he just wanted it so much that I let him. It wasn't bad. It didn't hurt much but then it was just over and we both went home pretty soon after that. He never talked to me again. I'm not mad at him, he's just a boy, but it was such a disappointment. So I've done it but it wasn't making love. I don't want to do that again ever."

"That kind of happened to me too on my first time. I don't hate the guy either. They're just so simple when they're like that. He didn't force me, but I really didn't want to either.

"But trust me. It can be a lot better than that.

A minute passed.

"Will you hold me some more?"

"Sweetheart, you just take your time, as long as you want."

After a time when they were slipping off, Lynn put her right leg over onto Becky, pulling their bodies closer together. Becky felt secure, and Lynn liked Becky's body pressed between her legs.

They eventually fell asleep, and when Lynn awoke at 3am she used the bathroom and then slept in Becky's bed to get some rest for a busy day ahead.

They awoke on a clear, fresh morning, and Becky enjoyed her second hug with her naked roommate. This one lasted a little longer, and then Lynn pecked her on the lips and told her she could have the bathroom first.

"We can share," the freshman replied with a sweet, affectionate smile, "But I have Applied Chemistry at 8:30 so I get the shower first!"

"Deal. Hey, I want you to meet my boyfriend. No, seriously he's a cool guy and I think you'll like him. And I won't tell him anything about you listening to us, even though it doesn't bother me. You'll just be my roommate, OK?"

"OK, sure."

"He'll get a couple of pizzas and some Chianti. You're 21, right?"

Becky narrowed her eyes. "You know I'm 18."

"21, right. He'll be here about 8."

A little before 8 there was a knock at the door and Lynn went to put on clothes while Becky answered. From her room Lynn heard,

"Nathan!"

"Tamale Girl!"

"Hi! Come on in. You're Lynn's boyfriend? Cool!"

Lynn brought out the glasses, plates, and napkins, Nathan opened the wine, and Becky started picking anchovies off her slices. They told Lynn about meeting at the cafeteria weeks ago, and Lynn seemed intrigued by the tamales, wondering if they would go well on a pizza.

The Doors, Sgt. Pepper, Buffalo Springfield, and the Beach Boys went well with the pizzas, and conversation was animated as the pizza disappeared and the second bottle of wine was opened. Lynn kept an eye on Becky, pouring her smaller glasses, which she didn't notice. Nathan winked at Lynn with approval.

They sang along to the music if they knew the words, and often did. Lynn's voice had some professional guidance from her dad's contacts, and it was clear and pure. She harmonized perfectly to the Beach Boys, delighting Nathan and Becky.

Becky used the bathroom and when she returned, Nathan and Lynn were on the sofa, kissing and whispering. The second bottle of wine was almost gone since Lynn had not been diligent in monitoring Becky's portions, feeling kind of mellow herself. Some new LPs were on the stereo. Becky was feeling a little left out as a third wheel.

Nathan and Lynn stopped making out when she got back, and there was a pause until Becky said, "Hey, let's play a game where you tell a secret about yourself or somebody else in the room. You first, Nathan!" Becky was a little tipsy from the wine because it was her first time drinking.

Nathan and Lynn exchanged covert smiles and he played along. "OK, well... Lynn came to the rescue of one of our students here when their tuition money ran out, and she paid for the rest of their quarter and also the Fall Quarter too."

"Naaaate! That was supposed to be a secret." Lynn seemed to be genuinely annoyed at Nathan revealing her good deed.

"I only promised not to say who it was, and I won't." He looked at Becky. "She went to the bank, got a money order, and took it to the finance office. She told them that someone gave it to her for that student's account, and then left. I know them and it should let them get their act together for the Winter Quarter and get back on track to graduate.

Lynn stared at the carpet. "It's not even my money. I asked my dad and he said I could."

Becky went to hug her roommate. "But you made it happen, Lynn! You are such a good person, I mean to me, and other people, I just love you." She planted a wet kiss on the older girl's cheek.

"All right, slobbery one. My turn. I know something about Nathan. When he met Becky at the cafeteria that day she made an impression on him. We weren't a thing yet, but later he told me about you. He said you were cute as a bug and you looked real good walking away."

"Great, Lynn. Thanks." Nathan shook his head, smiling.

"You were looking at my bottom? I wish I had known I would have shaken it a little for you." She got up unsteadily and tried to mimic what a sexy rump shake would be like. The other two cracked up.

"Since you guys are like bugs in a rug I guess I will tell one on myself, with my cute butt and everything." Becky was even more buzzed, and got up to run into her room. "Wait there!"

Lynn could see her in her room, door open, peeling off the few clothes she was wearing, and then fumbling around with her new Azure bikini. Nathan couldn't see from his place.

She returned, modeling her new swimwear, mostly for Nathan. Since Lynn has been taking her swimming and surfing, Becky had become a bit trimmer and more fit, and the sun had browned her Wyoming skin.

"My secret is that my old tan lines are finally gone, see?" She pulled down the bottoms of her suit so Nathan could appreciate that she had only one set showing where the sun didn't shine. He laughed suspecting that she wasn't aware of the amount of butt crack that was visible.

"Of course Lynn already knows that because we share that bathroom right over there and we are naked all the time. It's no big deal. We're both girls so it's OK. You're so beautiful, Lynn, really. Nathan you are so lucky and so are you, Lynn. You guys are so neat together, making noise and all that stuff and having so much sex. Oops!" Becky blushed and started laughing. "I shouldn't have said that I guess. But it's true, I've heard you!

"Hey, should we all get naked now? Wouldn't that be a trip? You're so sexy, Nathan, I really would like that. What do you think, guys?"

She started trying to get her top off but couldn't manage it.

Nathan had had the least to drink and quickly said, "Whoa, Tamale Girl! I think it's time to call it a night because some of us take real classes and have to get up in the morning."

Becky took a seat and looked sleepy, and when Lynn walked him to the door she asked, "Do you want to make it with Becky, Nate? You know I'm cool with whatever you do with other people. I don't blame you, and she really needs a good dude."

"Yeah, I mean she's pretty and fun and all that, but she's too wasted now. Especially for someone that young and inexperienced. I don't want her feeling awful tomorrow and not just from a hangover. But now I'm thinking of you and how you taste and how smooth your thighs are on my face. I think I have to come back soon and eat more than pizza. You down?"

I'm always down for you to go down, man. As much as you want. I might even return the favor. Well, like I always do." She cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

They kissed and Nathan slipped his hands all over the back of her body as he pulled her to him.

"I think Becky wants you, Nate, and you know I'm cool with that. I have an idea..."

When he left Lynn turned to find Becky asleep on the sofa, looking like a gourmet meal in her bikini. She sent her to the bathroom to get ready to sleep, helped her out of her bathing suit, and then into her bed. Becky curled up, and Lynn pulled a sheet over her because of the cool sea air, and patted her bottom. She leaned down and whispered in the now dozing girl's ear, "Nathan thinks you're so cute, Becky. He loved seeing you in your little bikini. Think about him making love to you, his hands all over your body, making you so wet."

Becky made a small noise, and her right hand moved over her body under the sheet. Lynn stroked the excited girls legs and between her butt cheeks, and when she was obviously stroking her little pussy in earnest, she left her and went off to bed herself.

The next day was Saturday and Becky had no classes and a lot of free time. She found a note from Lynn on the dining table:

Tamale Girl!

What a blast. Nathan loved you in your little bikini and you were so funny! He wants you to meet him at the tennis courts at 10, OK? Don't stand him up! And wear those little blue exercise shorts and that white polo shirt. He'll love it. Take any of my racquets. And take it easy on him. He's not very good.

I'll be gone all day visiting mom and dad in L. A. Be good!

Love,

Lynn

It was only 8, and so she took her time making cinnamon toast and tea, with orange juice. She hadn't played tennis since she failed to make Jr. Varsity as a junior at school, so she picked out a racquet and swung it around a little. She showered, imaging the hands on her body to be Nathan's, but didn't touch herself intimately, feeling embarrassed. Then she dressed as Lynn had advised, with her shortest shorts that showed off her newly tanned and toned legs. She went off to the courts with an excited and springy step.

Nathan was already there, in formal tennis whites, already warming up. His backhand was a cannon, and his forehand was downright scary. Later she learned that he was at the college on a partial scholarship in tennis, and had been all-league in high school. That Lynn was a scamp.

His milk-chocolate brown skin against his white outfit and impeccable bright white Keds was something special. She could see his proportioned form and muscles clearly. He suggested they rally back and forth to get loose, and pretty much wherever she returned it he was able to set her up for an easy shot back to him.

Then he started to run her around a little, sending the ball back just within her range. She was more than warmed up when they played a set, and again he played only well enough to keep points going and keep her running.

"You're just playing with me!" she complained with a big smile.

"Yep! Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, if you like sweaty girls."

"My favorite," he yelled back, and the look in his eye made Becky's knees get weak. "Especially if I'm the reason they're sweating."

Nathan won the set 6-1, and they both knew he let her win that game. He had a workout as well, and they decided to go back and get ready to go out to lunch. They met at the net and Nathan said he would take her to a great Mexican seafood place right on the beach in walking distance. She was breathing hard, and her full breasts were displayed through the damp fabric of the cotton shirt. Her pretty legs were glistening too, and she knew he noticed them.

In the elevator he asked if she would like to see his apartment, since his roommate was also out of town for the day. Their bodies were giving off moist heat, and Becky paused before nodding.

It was the same floor plan as hers, but looked like two guys lived there without their mothers around to straighten up every day. She saw Playboy magazines on the end table, and an empty cardboard box that had held a case of Mexican beer.

Nathan got them both ice water, and they sat on the sofa stalling, ignoring the obvious reason they were there.

"Nathan, are you going to make love to me now?"

He looked her in the eye and said kindly, "If you want to. That's all I've been thinking about since I saw you in your bathing suit last night."

"Oh geez, I am so embarrassed about that. Parading around, trying to impress you. I almost didn't come to play tennis today. What a dork."

"Yeah, pretty much. But a really pretty dork with a body I want to see more of. So, how do you feel? I don't want to get heavy about it."

"I want to, a lot. I'm just a little scared, that's all. Scared and sweaty." She laughed and looked down.

"I understand, baby. I can help that if you trust me. I can take you to a really groovy place." He took her by the hand and led her to his room.

He took the hem of her polo and she raised her arms. When the shirt was off she lowered them quickly, not wanting to offend, but he raised them back up and kissed both of her moist armpits.

"Natural, lovely, Becky. Her scent is Nature's perfume. Her juices flow sweetly for me to drink in." In a moment her bra had come off and she was naked from the waist up. Holding her arms up, Nathan licked her left side under her ribs, up her breast, and to her neck. The young girl moaned, and she was unsteady. The man's strong hands held her easily and she was supported as he did the same on her right side.

"Oh, please, you have to hold me, Nathan, oh Nathan, please."

Nathan brought her to him and held her firmly, pressing her body against him, and telling her quietly that she was safe and loved and he would take care of her. When she became steady, he released her and kept her standing there, appreciating the girl's breasts, now with hard nipples from the sea air. He kept her arms raised up. She felt restrained, but completely free. She knew he wouldn't harm her.

He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her shorts, and along with her damp panties, slowly pulled them down to her ankles. She instinctively went to cover herself.

"Arms up, please," he repeated when the girl started to lose concentration. "That's right, baby. Step out of your things."

It was a little tricky with shoes and socks still on, but she again was guided by her lover. When she was otherwise completely naked she was thrilled at the feeling. It was more naked than naked she realized with a thrill that brought more heat between her legs.

"That's a good girl. That's my baby. I see your little patch now. I think you're ready for me already, but no, not yet."

"I want you so much, Nathan. Please."

Soon, sweetheart. You're a very good girl, Becky. My little wet darling, my sweaty baby. Do you know what good girls get, Becky?"

A pause. "No."

"They get loving, and pleasure, deep inside them. Do you want me deep inside?"

"Oh, please."

Nathan lay her back on his bed, and pulled off her shoes and socks. In the process she felt more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life, her legs up and spread, her pussy lips puffy, her wet opening inviting him.

But then he sat in a straight-back chair, and had her straddle him with all of his clothes still on. She sensed a calm, benign command in his voice and did what he said. She wanted him in charge. He could see her little cleft though her light brown pubic hair. His strong right arm pulled her bottom close, so her pussy was pressed against him. He pulled her hard while simultaneously devouring her firm, teenage breasts. He went wild with his mouth and tongue, and she put her hands on his shoulders and ground herself into him, feeling him hard and ready to take her any time he wanted.

Making rhythmic, grunting moans, she began to come, building to something that made her fear for her consciousness. But she chased that thrill it to the very end when she collapsed on his lap, her head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his neck. Nathan patted her bottom and told her to breathe and rest, and that he had her. There was no hurry.

It was two minutes before she spoke. "Nathan. I've never... oh my. I just don't know..."

"I know, Becky. Your body is wonderful, isn't it? It loves you and wants you to be happy and have pleasure. You were so beautiful, and so many orgasms! So many beautiful orgasms. Have you caught your breath?"

She said she had so he had her stand. He rose to undress, the first time the teenager had ever seen a mature man nude. He was considerably taller than she, and quite muscular. His waist was trim and hips narrow, but shoulders wide.

As he lowered his underwear she breathed in when she saw his genitals, his penis semi erect. He smiled at her reaction. Now they were both fully undressed.

They hadn't kissed yet, and so he took her in his arms and pressed his body against hers, kissing her deeply and sensuously, but gently and lovingly. This was a new kind of kiss for her, where the boys she knew had been clumsy and forceful. This was no boy.

She felt him getting harder against her stomach. She embraced him, imagining his cock up inside her, and in fact unable to think of anything else. She so wanted him to take her, to fuck her hard, to be at his mercy.

Instead he led her to his bed, and lay down on his back.

"Come up. Lay on me, press your sweet self against me. Cover me."

She obeyed, and tried to make as much of her touch as much of him as she could. Their skin excited each other. They were still slippery from sweat, and she breathed in his natural, clean scent. She stopped being self conscious.

Now his cock was sliding along her pussy lips, so wet and welcoming. He didn't try to thrust inside, but knew the effect of stimulating her there. This was the first time her little pearl had been the object of a direct, intentional touch. Something powerful welled up inside her and it was like a fire between her legs, building and becoming overwhelming.

He's not even in me. How is this happening? What is he doing? Oh yes, more! More!

Nathan's hands were all over her back and ass, taking liberties, exploring, and sliding her just a little up and down.

"Nathan, baby, please."

"That's right, sweetheart. You feel so good. You're so beautiful, my lover, my treasure."

In time he pulled her thighs apart, and with a slow and sweet motion, his hips moved his handsome, hard cock inside the writhing girl.

"Oh, please, please, please, yes, inside me, I want you inside me so much."

They both united in a loving, strong rhythm, Nathan's right hand on her butt and his left caressing her shoulders and neck. There was loving coming from each stroke.

"Sit up, Becky. I want to see you."

Their eyes met with him deep inside the young girl. It was almost too intimate, but he said she should look at him as they made love. She saw what was in his eyes and she came just a little.

Then he stopped moving, and he told her to move to take him in and out of her, and also to squeeze his member with her tight pussy. He taught her how to please him, and how to take control.

"Use me, baby. Come for me, baby. I want to see your face when I make you come. I want you to see me too. I want us to share the love and pleasure. See my cock going into you. Ride me, darling. Up and down."

She caught on quickly and rode him. As she moved faster he reached up and put his hand on her patch and his thumb on her sweet spot, and followed her lead. She was soon in a frenzy and barely aware of where she was. As she neared a massive peak, he bent her down towards him so her breasts were pressed against him. Cupping her ass he drove himself deep into her with force, repeatedly, while she moaned and panted, exciting him further.

She came repeatedly, and he slowly and methodically reached his own climax, holding himself inside her until he was done.

The sea breeze cooled their heat after a time. The shower made them fresh and clean again. They spoke lovingly of Lynn, and looked forward to seeing her again soon. Very soon.