She was bored out of her mind at a “Soc” party with parent supervision. Her date went outside to talk with the other guys about some guy thing while she climbed the stairs to investigate this upper class split-level with a pool and a view.
Upstairs she found a magnificent master suite with shag carpet, a large bow window with a window seat upholstered to match the wallpaper, a large two person tiled sunken tub, a wall-sized mirrored vanity, and a huge king-sized bed.
She couldn’t resist the urge and slipped her shoes off, hiked up her skirt, and climbed into the tub. She began filling the tub with water and by the time the rest of the girls caught up with her, she was wading around in about six inches.
The other girls laughed at her antics and began looking at themselves in the glistening mirrors arranging their hair, checking their make-up and lipstick. The frivolity ended, however, when a parent appeared and chased all the girls downstairs giving Kristie a particular disapproving glance.
As they all came bounding down the stairs, the boys met them in the foyer and couples paired off this way and that. Some couples began dancing in the sunken living room with beautiful hardwood floors and the dark wood paneling that was so poular in mid-century modern decor.
The current hits were playing on the turn table – Blaring music that was tastefully loud enough to set the party mood. Some couples headed for the kitchen or dining room to get snacks and drinks – non-alcoholic – so boring. Really.
Her date led her outside into his parked car for a make-out session. It was almost as if this club of guys – the Key Club, or some such oddly exclusive and mysterious moniker had choreographed the entire evening like a schedule: dance, make-out, eat, dance, go home. They hopped into the backseat straight away. Why waste time finagling in the front when you just want to get down to it?
He was firm and deliberate in his eagerness to kiss, but she was game for more and took his hand and placed it on her breast. She rubbed the outside of his tan chinos as she plunged her tongue deeper into his mouth. He was bowled over when she slipped off her bra, unzipped his pants, and began freeing his erection from withing its 100% cotton confines.
She could feel the size and girth of it. He smelled clean, freshly showered which she appreciated. She liked to play and this was fun! She was about to go down on him… but he stopped her short, kissed her gently, zipped up his pants and said, “Let’s get back to the party.” She shrugged it off, “Geez, this party was really weird.” No Booze. No Sex. No Smoking.
When they got back into the party, he led her out onto the dance floor. Mick Jagger was crowing on the stereo, “Can’t Get No…. Satisfaction…” Her date began jerking and grooving smiling broadly at the thought of what could have been. But Kristie just wanted to find another party and she felt a certain cameraderie with the singer, “Can’t Get No…. Satisfaction…”
(First published 7/7/11)
