Originally Posted by oldman (Post 14075466)

In 1968, I had a late summer romance with my hippie-dippy girlfriend (more about her later, if there's enough interest) and her freak flag had yet to fly. I headed back to college, looking for greener pastures when one of my fraternity brothers suggested we volunteer at one of the local political campaigns. He swore up and down that was a great place to meet women, especially those that were a little more "free". So we went down to office and joined up. In those days, it was not uncommon for several state office campaigns to share office space to save money, so we met a lot of women. There was one that showed up on weekends that just had that look. Long, dark hair to the waist, 5'2", maybe 100 lbs., I never saw her in anything but jeans or a long granny dress, always obviously braless. I don't remember if her father or older brother was running for office, but she needed some help in getting material ready to mail. Nice guy that I was, I volunteered. Since she went to another school, she asked if I could come to her apartment the next weekend to work. I couldn't say yes any faster.
So the next weekend I made the trek over to Lawrence, armed with a couple 6 packs. She met me at the door, invited me in, and we ate and drank while we stuffed envelopes. After all the stuffing was done, we drank a little more and a bong appeared. Lights were turned off, one thing lead to another and the next thing I knew I was face down in one of the hairiest muffs I had ever seen. But I'm a trooper, so carry on I did --more than once, but less than 6 or 7 times. It was wonderful.
The next morning came and I got up to take a morning pee. She was just stirring when I returned and she greeted me by dropping down on Mr. Happy. It was a glorious sight, that long hair flowing and head bobbing up and down. But then I noticed hair in places that it shouldn't be -- like her armpits ---and her legs. Now I'm a little freaked out, but I had been at the Y enough the previous night that I knew there was nothing extra down there, so I just laid back and enjoyed. Now many of my fellow CPers would have just said thanks and left, but I'm not rude, I stayed the weekend. Let's just say I was really, really tired when I returned to the house Sunday night.
I'd like to tell you all we went on for several months, but she and her boyfriend reconciled and I only saw her at the office from there on out. But we always smiled at each other.

Originally Posted by TribalElder (Post 14076528)

In high school I took this girl I was seeing down to the end of this dead end road in the town I grew up in. We parked and started to get busy. She liked doggy and was in the passenger seat with one knee on the passenger door armrest and the other on the console with the passenger seat fully reclined. We were going at it pretty good until a car headlights appeared behind our car.

Soon those headlights turned into cherries and the fear shot through me. I was 18 and she was a couple years older so it wasn't a big deal but I only had enough time to dismount and hop into the drivers seat. I grabbed my shirt to cover my junk right as the cop walked up to my window. I rolled the window down and it was this hot ass blond cop lady and she had a big ass smile on her face. She leaned in and looked at the girl in the passenger seat who was clearly embarrassed and proceeded to explain that we needed to get a room and sent us on our way. ROFL I'll never forget that shit. I always thought I could have probably banged the cop lady if the situation was right. It did **** my night up a bit as I never got to finish, so maybe not the best story but reading shit in this thread reminded me of that. :clap:

Originally Posted by Buehler445 (Post 14076548)

I knew all the places on the farm nobody would be. That’s the benefit to being a hayseed.

Originally Posted by BWillie (Post 14076541)

****ed the police chiefs daughter when I was 20 and she was 17. That was pretty scary.

Originally Posted by Hamwallet (Post 14075344)

When I turned 23 we had a big party with a couple kegs. People just started pouring into the house/backyard as word spread around town. I ended up in my room with a redhead and got a nice blowjibber from her. She leaves the room and I am putting myself back together when I hear my roommate and his GF in a heated argument. Not 5 minutes after this girl swallowed my load, my roommate got caught kissing her in the backyard by his girl. That was 14 years ago and I still give him shit about it every year on my birthday. It usually is in the form of a text message around 7am to remind him.