The Summer of 69'

The carport light came on flooding the area. But hidden as we were, still concealed behind the stack of boxes, she'd have to walk well past the end of the couch to see us, and even then would have to purposely peer down the small little isle next to the wall of the garage to see us even then.

She did come out as far as the couch that we could hear without seeing well enough. She stopped, even called out Tracy's name, though in such a way that she wasn't really expecting an answer. And thankfully, Tracy remained silent as well and didn't answer her. I would have died personally. There was a momentary pause, she walked around to the front of the couch, and then we heard her walk swiftly away back into the house. The light once again went off, yet we remained where we were for several minutes without daring to move, or even speak. When we both felt it was safe to take off, we did so, quietly and as quickly as we could.

It wasn't until we reached my car that I realized my wallet was missing! It wasn't necessary to spend time looking for it either. We both knew where I had dropped it. Somewhere by the couch no doubt, and could only hope that it was still there, and that her mother hadn't discovered it.

I drove Tracy back home as though we were just getting back from a date. There was no way that she could go looking for it immediately, but promised that she would do so as soon as she could. Afterwards, if she found it, she would call me at home with the news.

I drove home nervous from the near discovery, yet still very much excited by the events, which had taken place there on that couch. I waited by the phone, but when it became evident by the lateness of the hour I knew she wasn't going to call, and thus retired to bed to spend a very restless and near sleepless night.

Tracy called me early that Saturday morning. Told me to come over as soon as possible. She was obviously excited. Not anxiously so, but excited enough by the sound of her voice that I was worried. After she assured me that everything was ok, and that everyone was also gone, she could tell me in person "what had happened" but couldn't do so over the phone.

I drove the few short blocks as quickly as it was possible to do. Tracy immediately took me out back "to the scene of the crime" as I saw it then, and explained what had happened.

"When I came in the house, your wallet was sitting on the kitchen counter. Mom told me she'd found it on the ground in front of the couch. She knew we'd been out there, and that's why she called out my name. She also thought we were most likely hiding someplace watching her too, and decided to go back inside and wait to see if we came in. She asked me point blank if we'd "done it"! And once I admitted that we had been outside "kissing" and such, but that we hadn't done it, and that I was still very much a virgin. After hearing that, mom simmered down."

I remember how Tracy had told me that her mother had grilled her at first, kept asking her what it was that we had been doing, how far had we gone, and kept pressing her to admit that we'd "done it". When finally she was satisfied that we hadn't gone that far, once Tracy told her mother she'd be willing to undergo a medical exam if that's what it would take to convince her and leave her alone, her mother had finally calmed down considerably.

After that, they had in fact discussed quite openly and quite candidly her mother's worries, fears and concerns. Tracy had learned from this that she had gotten pregnant with her now older brother, and had ended up getting married to a man she honestly didn't love. Tracy was shocked to hear this, but it also placed the last puzzle piece together for her as well. Her mother and father had not slept in the same bedroom for several years. And though you didn't consider the aspect of your own parents having sex, she had know with some fair amount of certainty, that hers hadn't for years, and possibly ever since her younger sister had been borne in fact. Being Catholic's her parents lived a rigid belief and lifestyle, divorce was out of the question, as was any form of birth control. So her parents opted for a home life that was anything but normal. So in some ways, this also explained Tracy's upbringing, as well as her parents obvious concerns.

Tracy stunned me however, when she told me that she had told her mother what we had done. Doing this in some weirdly bizarre way of convincing her mother that we hadn't gone any further, hadn't done anything more than this. She promised her mother that she would remain a virgin, no matter what, and that we would never again do anything in or around their property, or their house ever again. Mostly because of her mother's fear of what her father would do should he ever suspect anything, which he did anyway, and without anything ever being said or done around him to prove out those suspicions. Had he been the one to discover my wallet outside on the floor by the couch, he'd have gone ballistic. And in that we couldn't have agreed more.

After that, we never again took any risky chances at her place. But my place, right after school was something else altogether.

We continued on at a rapidly escalating pace, advancing from mutual masturbation, and 'dry-humping', to oral sex. We were both very fast learners. And learning and enjoying how to eat pussy was one of my favorites. We'd hardly get back to my place after school, and we were soon in bed enjoying a very erotic '69' with each other most of the time. The fact that we'd be graduating that same year kind of made it funny, "Nothing could be finer than to be a sixty-niner" was our slogan. And Tracy and I in our own special way were trying to live up to that one.

Eventually however, the need for Tracy to begin working grew. And with summer rapidly approaching now, and graduation just a few short weeks away, she took a job at the same mall that her mother worked at, although not at the same store. This unfortunately dug into our time together which was to be expected, since I was working as well and our schedules didn't always coincide with our being together. Needless to say we took advantage of every opportunity we had when we could. Sometimes they were simple things, naughty fun as Tracy called them. Like giving me a hand-job when I took her to work, fondling her breasts in the parking lot of the mall, or fingering her at lunch sometimes as well. But of course our best times were still spent when we were alone together, which once again included doing things on that old familiar couch in her carport.

We knew that Tracy's mother had ongoing concerns about the two of us getting more and more involved. There was still the talk and possibility of marriage of course, what our plans were after we graduated. And as that time got closer and closer, Tracy and her mother talked more and more. It appeared that her mother was becoming resigned to our activities, and had finally accepted the inevitable. Though again, Tracy was still a virgin at this time, she told me she had been thinking about "going all the way", unsure now if it really meant all that much to save her virginity for the wedding night, especially as we'd already gone this far, and were pretty much committed to one another. So now we talked about it, and the excitement grew once again that perhaps soon, when and if the opportunity was perfect and the night was special, that perhaps...we finally would!

It was on a Saturday a week or so later when I had driven over to Tracy's to wait for her to get home from work, that everything I knew, or thought I knew changed forever.

I arrived, as was usually the case a few minutes before Tracy normally got home from work. Lisa, her mother, let me in to wait for her. Again, we had no problems, and she had actually begun to loosen up quite a bit regarding my relationship with her daughter. I knew that Lisa would be going to work herself in a couple of hours. Tracy and I had already made plans around that fact, and as her father wasn't due home for several hours, it gave us a nice comfortable window to spend some erotically fun time together.

A few moments later however, the phone rang. Lisa answered it, and I could tell by the conversation that she was talking to Tracy. Soon after she hung up the phone and turned towards me.

"Tracy says she's stuck at work because someone else called in sick. They're trying to find another replacement, and as soon as they do, she'll be on her way home. She told me to tell you to stick around and not go anywhere as she's sure it won't be all that long."

Lisa offered me a coke, which I accepted, and sat down on the couch in the living room to watch TV and wait for Tracy. It just so happened that her mother's bedroom was directly down the hall, and sitting on the couch, I could easily see into the doorway. What I quickly realized however, was that a mirror on the dresser, gave a panoramic view of the entire room inside as well. It was difficult not to spy on Lisa. She was an attractive woman after all, even if she was some twenty years or more older than I was. I sat with some difficulty, and a little guilt at being able to see her so easily undressing in her bedroom. I watched her slip out of her clothes down to her bra and panties. She put on a bathrobe, obviously getting ready to go in and take a shower in preparation for going to work. I breathed a sigh of relief, the 'show' was basically over though I had guiltily enjoyed it, and purposely focused on the TV program when Lisa emerged from her bedroom turning the corner, and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Moments later, I could hear the shower running. Moments after that, I heard what I thought was Lisa calling out to me. I still wasn't even sure I had heard her until she obviously opened the door and called out to me once again.

I got up off the couch, and tentatively walked around the corner and down the hall. Sure enough, there she was standing behind a crack in the bathroom door, peeking out towards me as I approached.

"David," she said. "I forgot to get a bottle of shampoo out of storage in the utility room. Would you be so kind as to run and get one for me please?"

I certainly knew exactly where it was she was telling me to go. They stored several items out in their laundry room, and I remember seeing several bath items stored there in quantity. Figuring then that this was a simple request, and with no one else around and available to retrieve a shampoo for her, I immediately left to go and get one.

A few minutes later I returned. The bathroom door was now closed however, and I could hear that Lisa was once again inside the shower. I knocked, expecting her to get out and meet me at the door where I could pass the bottle through the small opening when she did. To my surprise however, I heard Lisa ask me to come in.

I stood there momentarily surprised and once again a little unsure of what it was that she'd asked me to do. So I knocked instead. And once again, she told me to bring the bottle into the bathroom. But this time added by way of explanation, "Don't worry, you can't see anything, the shower curtain is pulled."

Still...the "thought" of actually walking into the bathroom where Tracy's mom was showering was a little unnerving. But she had said that I wouldn't be able to see anything, though even then I half hoped that I would, figuring I'd simply hand her the bottle of shampoo through the curtain or something when I walked in, and then retreat quite rapidly back outside again.

I opened the door, the steam from the hot shower already filling up the bathroom. If I were to see anything, it wasn't going to be very easy, and I knew then that I wouldn't and that all would be just as she said it would. I approached the shower curtain, bottle in hand, said something like "here" and held it out in her direction. I watched the curtain part, realizing as it did that I could see the brief silhouette of her as she stood behind the curtain. But what I wasn't prepared for as she pulled the curtain open, was her reflection in the bath-tile behind her on the wall, clearly revealing her nude body to me completely.

Her breasts were large, even larger than Tracy's perhaps. A fact that for whatever reason had gone unnoticed by me until this very moment. But the most distinct image that suddenly burned itself into my mind, was the dark thick patch of pubic hair that I was able to clearly distinguish between her legs. All this had happened of course within the span of a few seconds time, but to me, it had seemed like an eternity. I handed her the bottle of shampoo as she reached for it around the curtain; my eyes still fixed distinctly on the image that was displayed on the bathroom tiles as I did. I turned, and started to walk back towards the bathroom door.

"Sit down on the toilet," Lisa told me. "So we can have a little chat!"

It wasn't so much a request, but more like a command. And this time I felt by the tone of her voice that getting the shampoo was nothing more than a ploy in order to corner me about what Tracy and I had planned, or what we'd been up to or something. Though choosing this particular setting to do that in was certainly a little strange.

"Leave the door cracked," she had added. "So we can hear the phone ring, or the door open."

That gave me a little comfort. Though very little. I was nervous enough already sitting inside the bathroom with her, Lisa nude just behind the shower curtain, me sitting on the John, though fully dressed of course. I could just see someone coming home and finding me sitting here. That would be a hard one to explain for either one of us.

Sitting down as I had been asked however, I made sure I had one ear on any sounds coming from the inside of the house, especially the phone. The other, was only then starting to tune in to what it was that Lisa had started asking me about.

Lisa began by telling me that she and Tracy had had several long female-to-female chats about us. And though that didn't surprise me really, when she told me that Tracy had told her everything we'd been doing, that did! I honestly couldn't imagine Tracy telling her mother "everything" but then as Lisa began to share with me some of which Tracy had told her, I began to wonder. It could have been a bluff too, a way of getting me to let down my guard, so I remained very dubious and uncommitted to her questioning. Sensing this, she began getting more specific with me however, and then I couldn't help but wonder just how much Tracy really had told her mother.

"I know that the two of you care a great deal about one another." She began. "And possibly, you may even love one another, though I think you're still far too young to understand the meaning of that yet. However, I know that the two of you have been experiencing certain urges and desires for one another, and that you have grown intimate in several areas already."

Listening to Lisa tell me all this was quite worrisome, and I was beginning to feel very uneasy and alarmed that she was about to pull out the rug from under me or something by way of some threat or promise to reveal all to Tracy's father. But I began to notice a change in her accusatory tone when she began subtly asking me for more specific details of what we'd been doing so far.

"Don't get me wrong, I believe what Tracy's told me so far as being the truth, and especially that the two of you haven't engaged in sexual intercourse. But! I want to hear your side of it as well so that I can compare it to what she's told me. Then, if it matches up, I will know that I'm not being lied to, and won't feel like I have to take it any further as long as I believe I can trust the two of you."

Though she hadn't come out and said it, the implied threat was there. I didn't know if she would in fact involve Tracy's father, but I certainly didn't want to chance the risk of that either. As I sat listening to her, thinking about what my options were, I found I really didn't have any. If I failed to tell her everything, and if Tracy had, then it would look like we were trying to hide more.

"What is it you want to know?" I responded. And only then really looked up towards the shower curtain half expecting her to pop her head out to look at me. She didn't but as I continued watching her shadow behind the curtain, the outlines of her body so distinctly being shown, I couldn't help but feel a slight excitement building either as I began to get from her the type of information she was looking for.

"I want you to tell me how often that the two of you masturbated one another, where, when, and basically how often. How many times have you orally satisfied each other? Everything basically, from the beginning."

She obviously hadn't left any room for maneuvering that was for sure. And so I began, sitting there on the toilet seat, describing in fairly explicit detail our encounters, from the first day inside my car when Tracy first allowed me to see and play with her breasts. Including the time when we'd first seen one another naked on the night in which she had discovered my missing wallet.

It was while I was sitting describing all this to her that I continued looking at and almost through the shower curtain. What had appeared to me initially as her continuance of washing herself, suddenly appeared to be much more than that. I suddenly noticed that she seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time washing between her legs, which is what she at first appeared to be doing. But as I continued to describe some of our more intimate sessions spent together, our marathon "69" encounters at my place after school, I saw that Lisa was continuing to wash herself "down there" for long periods of time. In fact, that's about all she was doing. I became excited, wondering. Was she in fact masturbating in the shower while I was sitting here telling her all this? No. She couldn't possibly be doing that; it had to be my over active imagination. I continued however, still keeping a careful and watchful ear for the phone, or the sound of the front door opening, anything. But wondering as well if what I had now begun to suspect were true, began to get a little more explicit in my visualization to her. At one point, I thought I actually heard her moan, though with the sound of the water covering most everything else, I couldn't be exactly sure of that. One thing I was becoming sure of however was that she wasn't just washing. Not constantly like she had been anyway. Finally, she semi confirmed what I had begun to suspect.

"Do you enjoy licking my daughters pussy?" She suddenly asked me.

And her question nearly caught me by surprise. I had to think for a moment but then finally responded to her.

"Why do you ask that?" I questioned back.

I saw her stop doing whatever it was that she was doing. And thought I had gone too far, felt momentarily that I had now put her into an uncomfortable corner, and that this discussion would suddenly come to a screeching halt, and I realized I didn't really want that to happen, not yet anyway.

Lisa paused for a moment longer before she answered. "The reason I asked is because most men would only do that because they felt they had too, especially if they were involved in orally pleasuring one another simultaneously. I was just wondering if you honestly did enjoy doing it, I'd hate to think that you were like most men, and that Tracy might one day find herself married to a man that was only doing it in order to get his own pleasure from it as well."

Somehow I felt that she had just described her own situation to me in so many words.

"No, it's not like that at all between us. I really do enjoy doing that," I emphasized without coming out and saying that I enjoyed eating out her daughter's cunt.

"Do you enjoy what she does to you then? Equally as well?" And I watched as she asked me that, as she once again continued to begin 'washing' herself in the same manner as she had been doing previously.