In the summer of 1969, I hitch-hiked from Laramie to Michigan to visit my parents at their summer home on an island in Lake Huron, a place my brother lives now.and went on a” double date” with him and his soon to be bride and a sweet and earnest young Christian woman who was a counselor at the 4-H camp next to my parent’s “farm.” Katie and my mom were friends. She was at their house a lot. My mom was often there by herself, and my dad was working in Detroit and Ottowa, He would come up on weekends to putter around, get drunk. During the week, Katie was my mom’s friend and companion and helped her with all kinds of things. I was sitting all squeezed up to Katie in the back of my mom’s car. I was with her in the back seat of my mother’s car with my brother driving around the various bars and clubs on the island, Roger and Karen getting more drunk, but not touching or kissing. Katie was adamant that she didn’t drink, and I was not doing it then, having found marijuana to be so much the better high. Katie had been sitting so close to me in the last bar. her head was next to mine, talking to me in a low voice over Coke about 4-H and Jesus. I was starting to think that we might not have a history after one night, but then we were riding in the Chevy back seat, as my brother drove through the summer night again, and she pressed herself to me, her warm body up against me, though there was plenty of room on the other side of her. ” Can I sit close to you? I like you.” and it wasn’t a question, was it? Quiet now for the first time all evening, as close to me as she could get, I began, in my slow way, to sense that SOMETHING MIGHT BE UP!!!! I am far from the most astute reader of women’s unspoken messages, but Katie’s message that she wanted to kiss was overwhelmingly clear. I expected a rather chaste your brother-is-in-the -front-seat sort of Christian girl kiss. Still, Katie, oh Katie, bless your heart forever, you sexy girl, Katie delivered me one of those, to show me that she could, I guess, and then the kisses that started in her loins, traveled to her brain and then her mouth, lips and tongue, those kisses began to be conveyed to me. Kissing and kissing, yes, all those hormones, after all these years I cannot forget, yes, I’m still not quite sure what her game was, with the love of Jesus to inspire her and guide her, did the Blessed Savior teach Katie to push her tongue into my mouth that way? It turns out that the BS had His eye on Katie, as He had on her many incarnations through the millennia. The BS was that kind of Guy. She was so well taught. Indeed she was, I felt the angels that followed her around turning a part of me to stone. Things were warming up in the back of the car. My hand, almost on its own, found its way to her breast, or I should say, the outline of her breast under her thin summer blouse, and I just touched, so light and gentle. She responded immediately. Her kisses became more intense.She took my hand in hers, wrapped it around the form of her breast, and carefully put my fingers onto the buttons holding her blouse closed, without for a second breaking the kiss or saying a word. It was a very subtle, very feminine gesture. I had been pushed away or encouraged by other women at this particular juncture, but with none of her grace.Not only was it so feminine, but it was also l signal Katie did not want me to miss. That much I understood. For some reason, my brother decided to end the evening and go home, back to my parent’s house a few miles away. He must have been aware of all the kissing going on behind him, well maybe not, he never stopped talking about baseball or football or something. He never made a move of affection toward Karen, his bride to be. Before, Katie and I were attempting some conversation. Our bodies were tight against one another.rKatie was swirling her tongue in my mouth. I was doing the same. There was just the sound of our breathing, and the softest murmur from her. All we were doing back there was kissing, kissing, and a little bit of discreet touching too, and that carried so much erotic force for me. The suggestion that other things would most certainly follow, wow, and then Roger pulled up into the yard, past the huge old farmhouse, and parked the car back by the barn where my mom wanted it.He got out, and they said goodnight, and went into the house, leaving Katie and I kissing and touching in the back seat on this lovely warm August night. Moon landings, Charles Manson, Woodstock, Chappaquidick, and Viet-Nam, were raging that summer, there with Katie, none of that registered much with me. I had my fingers on the top button of her blouse, and she stroked them so gently while waiting for me to slide the button through the hole. I thought she was going to brush my hand away, but together we pushed that button through the hole, and the seam of her cleavage glowed in the Michigan moonlight. Katie did not speak, not a word, just her breathing, never broke the kiss. Katie wanted me, that was becoming clear – that was a new experience for me, to be with a woman who was just hungry for affection and sex. She was about to become a wonderful lover, a sweet 4-H upper peninsula girl who just in time, without looking, threw me the life preserver with a line attached that saved my life. What came next in our lovemaking were three more buttons coming loose, and still more kisses. The process of writing this is great for me, a visual person, because now I can see Katie’s face, which had vanished from my mind’s eye, I thought forever, but what a delight to find that it is not gone at all, how wonderful that is. I nuzzled her chest and the part of her breasts my mouth could reach. Are the tops of a woman’s breasts, that part displayed as cleavage, any more or less sensitive than the parts cupped in the bra? Sixty-seven years old and I still don’t know. All my wife will say is, “It depends.” I moved my head up and was kissing her mouth again. There was a moment. I knew her bra was coming off soon. She knew it, the gods of Eros who were probably putting this show on for their guests knew it.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph most definitely knew it, but there was a moment of anticipation before anything happened. It is sweet to focus on that memory. Katie gave herself to me without any hesitation, well, maybe at that moment, but in my memory, those moments shrink and grow. She was a sexy girl with a Christian overlay. I didn’t love her. I was twenty-two. I had no real understanding of that emotion, but I want to go slowly enough for the reader to know that I honor her and remember her with more and more affection as the tale unrolls. I thought I would never forget her, and indeed, fifty years later, I haven’t. Her blouse was fully open now, though still around her shoulders. “Tom, can you take this thing off? It’s sweltering out here. ” We opened the car doors, and the light streamed in, her blouse was tucked into her jeans somehow, and then it wasn’t, and I was looking at her in her white, white bra, her tanned summer skin in the moonlight and tree shadows, and now I can see Katie’s face too. She was breathing a little fast, not too fast. Enough, so I remember it, and I remember her body moving with her breathing. Still, most clearly I hold the picture of Katie laying back on the car seat, opening her arms, pulling me into her and then onto her, and then with no hesitation, pushing my head down to the center of her cleavage, and me inhaling that smell of laundered bra, skin, and sweat. What is the name for that: scent? aroma? perfume? Katie, whatever it was, wherever life has taken you, thank you for that. The sensation never left me.
“Tom, I want to take this bra off and show you my boobs. They need a lot of love and attention, more than most girls, I think. Let me sit up so you can reach behind me and get the clasp. I’m getting excited a little. I want to do some other stuff, but if you kissed me like you were doing, that would be great, I need you to kiss me there a lot.”