[EltonC]

I met Karen my junior year of high school. We had three or four classes together a couple were APs, the other college prep. She was smart, pretty and had a rocking figure with these amazing D cup boobs that were on my mind quite a bit. We got to be good friends, worked on a lot of group projects together but dating was out of the question. She hung with the cool kids and I was a bit of a nerd. The term “friend zoned” didn’t exist in 1977, but that’s where I was! Didn’t stop me from thinking about those tits. A lot.
Karen, her best friend Jill, and another guy from our class all went away to the same small liberal arts college together. He told me Jill got into the greek life right away and was quite the socialite, while Karen did not have nearly the social life and ended up more focused on her school work.
Summer after freshman year I was home with a summer job a regular 8-5 low status job with my dad’s company. Weren’t many people from my class around except for townies in their permanent low status jobs. Early August I was running an errand after work and ran into Karen at the department store. We talked about how freshman year was, how college classes were much harder, etc. She said she had a good year then suggested we should get together and may see a movie or get a meal. I suggested the coming Saturday and she said sure and I said “ok, its a date”. She said “a date?” and said “I didn’t mean it that way”. She replied “well, it could be date”. I said “ok, then its a date”. We exchanged numbers and promised to call each other. I was quite enthusiastic about a date with Karen.
So I picked her up Saturday as agreed, plan was early dinner with a late movie. Met the parents, got interrogated about my education. Went ok. As soon as we left, I apologized and said we had to stop by house as I had forgotten my wallet. She said something like “this isn’t another meet the parents thing, is it?” I told her no, my parents were out of town. Her house was a little cracker box on a slab, my house was a big five bedroom in an older part of town. She was impressed and wanted the full tour. So I showed her everything and we ended the tour in my bedroom.
I told her that was the tour and she pointed at my stereo and said I should put on some music so we could dance. I picked this compilation album of love songs my friends joked was my make-out music. We started dancing and started making out fairly quickly. We were holding each other tightly, she was rubbing her breasts back and forth on my chest and I had a raging hard on that was pressing into her waist. After a few minutes I decided to risk feeling her boobs. This was a risk- there were rumors she had punched a guy for grabbing her boobs. We never knew for sure, but Sam did take her to homecoming and he did have a black eye Monday morning.
My hands had been rubbing all over her back so a slid one onto her side then slowly onto one of her boobs. She said “its ok” so I continued going from one side to the other. After a minute or so I reached up and unbuttoned her top button, then worked my way down. No resistance. I untucked her shirt and pulled it off, then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Those boobs were awesome. Firm and full, almost no sag. Aereolas the size of silver dollars with monster nipples. I bent down and took turns sucking and licking her boobs. She pulled my face back up to kiss her, pulled my shirt off over my head then reached down and started undoing my belt. I unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor, she kicked it to the size and slipped off her shoes. She had me sit on the bed while she took off my shoes and socks, then pulled my jeans down and off. Then my underwear. She stood up and I reached out and pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor. She climbed into bed and the fun started.
Needless to say, we did not make the movie. We spent the evening licking, sucking and rubbing in almost every position imaginable. She said she was a virgin and didn’t want to have intercourse but we certainly found ways of satisfying each other. We maintained our relationship for a little while. Although our colleges were only about fifty miles away from each other, transportation was a pain and she ultimately dumped me because she didn’t think I put enough effort into going to see her. It was certainly a fun few months.