Bodacious Boomer

As you may remember part 1 ended with a rather unpleasant ending to my first fraternity toga party in fall 1969. After much reflection and talking to more than a few of my friends I decided that I had to go ahead and “get it over with”. Coming to this decision took me a couple of weeks. Frankly I wasn’t too enthused with the prospect. After making the decision I had to choose the time; I knew the place, my dorm room. I decided that if I was going to do this it wasn’t going to be in the back of a car or at some sleazy motel.

Since most of the girls at the dorm were gone on dates Friday night, the halls would be pretty empty. Also, my room was the very first room on the hall, it wouldn’t be hard to sneak him in. All I had to do was make sure the girl at the check in desk was busy at the time and I could walk him right by. It would be easy. Most of the girls slept in on Saturday morning, so there’d be less chance of him getting seen leaving  then. Since I wasn’t on the pill at that time, I went to the pharmacy across the street and bought some foam to make sure I didn’t get pregnant.

My roommate Laurie knew what was going on. Besides, since we each had our own bedroom, it wouldn’t be awkward for her. I called Reggie and asked him if he’d like to come over. I guess it was in essence, a booty call. He didn’t hesitate before he answered. What 18 yr. old guy would’ve? In fact, I think he was downstairs before I got the phone hung up. Just as I suspected it was easy to walk him right to my room. Since I had a kitchenette in my room I had snacks and drinks in case we wanted anything “later”.

We talked for a few minutes then he put his plan into action. First the kissing, (I was sure he was checking to see if my tonsils were still there), then he squeezing and “tuning” my boobs. (I thought he was trying to bring in Mars on the radio, turning the knobs left, then right). I remember wondering if other girls really enjoyed this. By the time that part was over he was ready for the main event, so to speak. Now, I’d never seen one of those things before and frankly was amazed. (Of course I didn’t say anything about it).

I excused myself and fumbled around with the foam in the bathroom, just hoping that I was doing it correctly. I came back to bed for the grand finale. And so it began. (I felt like a piece of round steak getting tenderized). After ten minutes of huffing (him- not me), it was over. I laid there thinking -That’s it? That’s what all the hub-bub is about? Why? What a mess! He was sweaty; I was sticky. At that point all I wanted was for him to be gone, but that wasn’t going to happen til morning. He just laid there, then slept. I didn’t expect sonnets or anything but I didn’t even get a “Was it good for you?” (Of course back then I didn’t know what to expect- but I knew it had to be something better than what I had just experienced).

Looking back I just realized that was 40 years ago. I’m hoping that the young guys these days are either more knowledgable or at least less selfish. Reggie slipped out of my room the next morning undetected. (Of course now with the advent of co-ed dorms, I guess having a guy in your dorm room would no longer be an issue). Sadly, it was years and more than a few more “tenderizations” before I knew what all the hub-bub was about. It really made me appreciate someone who knew their way around a female body. So, I ask you, your first time, “Was it good for you?”. Today’s trivia answer-molasses.