Doug had a big bright intelligent smile. He was a tall, handsome, blond college student with upwardly mobile ambitions. He drove a dark green Triumph TR-3. He liked The Beatles, and couldn’t resist Kristie’s big blue eyes. He was the only boyfriend Kristie ever had who had the gumption to stand up to her father.
Doug asked for a private meeting with her dad . ” Can we go out on the back patio to talk?” he requested meeting her dad’s eyes. Doug stood almost a foot taller than her dad and had an air of Board Room Authority about him. “It isn’t fair for you to keep her on total restriction like this,” he began. “I am an honorable man who will look out for your daughter and treat her like a lady.”
Her dad had seen Doug out at the Country Club Golf Course a few times learning the game of golf along with the inside business dealings that went on there as well. This was a plus as far as her father was concerned.
Doug talked her dad into regular weekend dates with a midnight curfew and occasional afternoon dates as well. “As long as you get her home on time,” her dad insisted. He was amused by this young man’s daring and courage… and he also saw a bit of himself in him as well.
Everything went along just swimmingly for some time until Doug took a weekend trip to San Francisco and got himself a big dose of Free Love. He had asked Kristie to accompany him, but there was no way her father would agree to let his sixteen year old daughter go out of town on a weekend overnight trip.
For Kristie this relationship was a status symbol. She was dating a good looking college boy who also had a cool car. All the Soc girls were jealous of her when he came to pick her up after school. She actually enjoyed the status elevation more than she enjoyed the relationship itself.
Doug used Kristie to her full advantage. He took her to events and parties where she was expected to look like a beautiful bauble on his arm, and afterwards he fucked her good and hard to keep her happy. It was the ideal match for both of them.
She wore a white silk embroidered sleeveless mini dress with a Mandarin collar that plunged down in the front to reveal her attractive decolletage. There were slits up the sides to show off her well muscled thighs. White satin pumps adorned her feet and had the added benefit of making her ass look even juicier than it was. She carried a small beaded white clutch.
Underneath she wore a white lace push up bra; she had decided against wearing the white lace bikini underpants she had set aside, preferring instead to wear the new-fangled invention of pantie hose which prevented the pantie line, but made her crotch itch like crazy. She couldn’t wait to take those things off and strap it on with her big blond boyfriend.
An avid theater major, she was known for her acting skills. She played her arm candy role to perfection smiling and making gracious small talk, sipping 7 Up out of a wine glass with a splash of cherry. Doug didn’t want to deliver her home drunk.
After Doug’s trip to The Haight, he was filled with stories about how cool everything was in San Francisco. He brought her an authentic Chinese laborer’s hat he had found in a thrift store and a string of love beads some girl had given to him along with a bouquet of daisies.
He talked to her quietly in the drive way leaning on his recently washed and waxed car. “I’m sorry, but we have to break up,” he said dropping the bomb on her. “I need to be free to explore… I’m in college now… and I don’t want to hurt you….”
Whatever! Kristie wasn’t used to being dumped, but honestly she had begun looking around too. She also wanted to explore. It was the era of exploration in the 1960’s. Doug’s standard Missionary position along with his reluctance to try oral, was beginning to bore her no matter how beautiful he was.
She would miss his cool car and his perfectly formed hard cock, but he was right. There were plenty of other fish in the sea.
She decided her next move would be that big black weight lifter who had a baritone voice like butter. He would be her next conquest. “He wouldn’t stand a chance,” she smiled to herself.
(First published 2/17/13)
