SONDRA
By Apollon
It really didn’t’ happen this way. Maybe it could have, even should have. But like most fantasies it began with something or someone real and ends differently than we wish it would have. Sometimes it’s just something we remember or look back on and realize it could have been different. So we fantasize. And that’s what this is a fantasy but told in first person to hopefully illustrate the frustrations and feelings of a boy growing up and desperately wanting to find that girl that will share herself with him. He really wants romance but he’ll settle for sex. Story codes by chapter; Tg bg
I had just broken up with my first steady girlfriend. It wasn’t really my idea. She just casually mentioned that she thought that we should date others occasionally. It seemed reasonable at the time. We would still see each other all the time and go out. Nothing much would change. Then I discovered that she had agreed to go to the Junior Prom with another guy. I had just sort of assumed she would still go with me. Dumb me.
At fifteen I had gone out with other girls, to the skating rink and a couple of movies. I had even been to a couple of “make out” parties in Jr. High. And like any horny adolescent boy took every opportunity to see or feel a little feminine flesh. I had been the “look out” for my best friend in ninth grade while he screwed his eighth grade girlfriend. I had been in a couple of games of strip poker and truth or dare and even tried to seduce my friend’s naked 12 year old sister during a game, but with little success.
But my relationship with Lonnie was perfectly platonic. She filled my naïve concept of a “nice” girl. She had made it clear that she didn’t fool around and would definitely save herself for marriage. So being totally enamored I never tried anything more than a casual brush of a clothed breast during an infrequent make out session.
My friend, Bill, thought I was crazy. He insisted all girls were the same and just like us, horny. Even the stuck up ones liked to make out and would fool around a little if she liked the guy and he treated her right. He detailed how he and his new sophomore girlfriend had done everything with him on the second date. I would have passed it off as boyish bragging but I knew his talent for getting a girl’s pants down.
I just couldn’t put Lonnie in that group. My boyish infatuation with such a cute and popular girl overpowered my lust and forced my sex life into my hand. Needless to say, when she dumped me I was devastated. Friends tried to convince me I was better off and had lots of suggestions about potential dates. I had decided I wouldn’t even go the Jr. Prom if I couldn’t go with Lonnie. All my friends told me I was nuts. As sophomores, it was our first big formal school dance.
Finally, about a week before the dance, one of the girls that I was friends with in the little group of us that had a lot of classes together, pointed out that her friend, Sondra, who was in our English class would really like to go out with me and didn’t have a date for the prom either. It sounded to me like she was just trying to fix up her friend so she wouldn’t miss the dance. Bill joined the chorus and continued bugging me to get a date. Almost reluctantly I stopped Sondra in the hall and asked her to the prom.
Sondra sat a few seats ahead of me in class and we had talked several times. We had talked between classes a few times and maybe she had shown some interest in me, but I never reacted. She had brown hair, wore glasses part time like I did, and was quite nice looking, but not a girl that would normally turn your head. She dressed conservatively, and was smart, but I guess just didn’t attract a lot of attention. She fit the mold as a “nice” girl like most in the class.
The smile and expression on her face when I asked her to the dance made me wonder if I should have paid more attention. She was really pretty cute. So as the night of the dance approached, her friends filled me in on her dress color and the kind of corsage to buy. My Mom and Dad had sensed my disappointment with Lonnie and seemed please that I had another date. They made sure that I had a rental tux and money for the date. During the week I managed to catch Sondra looking at me in class several times and got a warm smile when I did.
My friend, Bill, the big time lover, was one of the few of us who had a car and had already offered to double. I had a learner’s license but I was still a couple of weeks away from a regular one. It was always demeaning to have to have parents drive you to a high school dance so I accepted. When I arrived at her front door, Sondra’s dad answered the door, and introduced himself. He noticed the old Mercury that was outside and asked if it was mine. I explained it was my friend’s. He looked it over for a second. I didn’t know if it was the phony pipes and spotlights or the couple in the front seat that were already making out that got his attention. But at that moment his daughter arrived followed by her mother.
I’m sure both of her parents were amused at what must have been the look on my face. Sondra was drop dead gorgeous! She wore a baby blue prom dress that had only small straps over the other wise bare shoulders. It had a flared skirt with lots of petticoats as was the fashion, and was cut low enough and snug enough to reveal a figure that her school clothes never did. Her hair was done to the nines and she wore just enough make up to enhance her features. The glasses were gone.
I stumbled and stammered around presenting her with a wrist corsage until her mother came to my rescue and helped us with it. Then her mom insisted on our posing for a picture and I detected just a hint of embarrassment from Sondra to go with plenty of mine. She donned a thin shawl and we left. Mary, Bill’s date, and Sondra knew each other, so that helped.
It seemed like everywhere we turned for the first hour at the dance we were in a gaggle of girls comparing dresses and telling Sondra how great she looked and being excited that she was there. I was a little uncomfortable knowing that some of the conversation involved her being there with me. We finally got to dance and a slow one came up. Sondra seemed very relaxed when I put my arms around her. I was the one that was nervous. We engaged in a little small talk, and she asked me if I liked her dress.
I had tried not to be too obvious in looking at her but without thinking I nodded and blurted out, “And I like what’s in it.” She pulled back and looked at me with a million dollar smile and then pressed tightly against me for the rest of the dance. It was still the late fifties and girls didn’t normally show a lot of cleavage unless they were wearing a dress like Sondra’s. She had taken advantage of the opportunity and I was enjoying it. It revealed just the top beginning curvature of her breasts and a little cleavage in between. As we danced closer I was able to look down and even see a little more and it was having an affect. I wondered if she could feel my hard on through her petticoats as well as I could feel her breasts against my chest.
It was a tradition to go out for something to eat either before or after a prom. We had opted for a nice Chinese food place afterward and left the dance a little early to get seated. But it was not before I saw my ex girlfriend, Lonnie, and her date. I saw her pulling him around from group to group being a social butterfly and showing off a little. He was obviously more popular than I was. She wore a conservative dress and danced at arms length and I wondered why I had wanted it to be me. Before the night progressed he was looking rather bored.
When we left the restaurant Sondra snuggled close to me in the spacious back seat. I put my arm around her and she turned toward me and whispered, “I’m having a wonderful time”. The look on her face and the closeness was too inviting and I kissed her gently on the lips. When our eyes opened she smiled and kissed me back and held it a little longer. I think I felt both of us shiver just a little. I hadn’t expected to do that. I expected maybe a goodnight kiss at the door on the first date. But this seemed right.
When the car started I looked up and saw my friend, Bill grinning at me in the rear view mirror. As we pulled away he leaned back and asked if we wanted to go to Riverside Park. There were several well known make out spots in the park. Sondra looked at me as though she was willing, but it was close to the time that I had promised her Dad I would have her home. When I declined Bill’s offer I sensed a little disappointment in Sondra. So I leaned toward and whispered, “Maybe next time”.
She gave me another one of those smiles and just said, “O.K.”.
When I walked her to her door, she turned and faced me, we exchanged pleasantries and I took her hands and leaned forward to kiss her. She stepped back but held on to my hand and pulled away from the door and the porch light to a darker part of her front porch. Then her arms went around my neck, and I was quickly engaged in the most passionate kiss of my young life.
My hands went around her back under her shawl and down to her waist. She responded and pressed against me as we traded tongues. It only lasted a few seconds but the memory would linger forever. She made me promise to call and slipped through the doorway while I hobbled back to the car on three legs. Bill and Mary, his date, dropped me off and, I’m sure headed for the park. I went quickly to bed and filled a sock with a young boy’s cream of passion.
The next day, remembering my promise to call, I began to worry about what to talk about. I really didn’t know Sondra very well, or very much about her. She had gone to one Jr. High while I had gone to another. We had talked a little in the English class we shared, but that was about it. So I stalled until the next day before making the call. It was Sunday and I didn’t know if she went to church or if she would even be home. Finally late in the afternoon I summoned my courage and called.
She seemed pleased that I had called, and we talked a little about Friday night’s dance. When the conversation waned, she brought up our mutual English class and we talked about it for a while. Before we signed off she suggested we might study together some time. It sounded like a good excuse to see her again.
When Monday came and we both were in English we said hellos and sat down in our seats. She looked now like she always had, dressed neatly in skirt, blouse and bobby sox, as was the fashion, at the time, and the glasses were back. Only this time I could easily picture the good looks that had been hidden from me before.
The situation repeated itself the rest of the week, until our teacher announced on Thursday that there would be a quiz the next day. The bell rang and we filed out and as I reached the hall there was a tug on my sleeve. It was Sondra asking if I wanted to come by her house after school and study for the quiz. She lived only a few blocks from the school and I lived a few blocks passed so I quickly decided I could walk home afterward and accepted. I normally rode home with Bill and he chuckled when I told him what I was doing and bounced his eyebrows.
We met at Sondra’s locker and walked the short distance to her house. Her mom greeted us as though she expected to see me and offered some cookies and a coke. Sondra announced she wanted to change clothes and darted upstairs while I chatted with Sondra’s mom. She reappeared in just a few minutes wearing peddle pusher length jeans and an over sized man’s white shirt. She grabbed a cookie and invited me upstairs to her room. Despite the fact that the late fifties had their own prudishness, there didn’t seem to be any concern over boys going to girl’s bedrooms to study. I was a “nice boy” and Sondra was a “nice girl” so what was to be concerned about. That concept, the weird double standard, would cause me some concern later.
Sondra’s room was a typical teen girl’s room, or so I assumed having seen only a couple. It was neat, no clothes or other stuff lying around. It was a mix of little girl plush toys, some frills and an Elvis poster. There was a full size bed, a dresser, a wood rocking chair, a small desk. The room was carpeted but there was also a braided rug in the middle of the floor and a portable TV in one corner. Few kids had their own TV’s at the time and she explained she got it when her folks bought a new Magnavox.
We took up position on the floor and started going over the material for the quiz. I felt like we were both good students and probably already prepared and was letting my attention drift to Sondra instead of the subject. In between questioning each other on the topics for class we visited a little about ourselves and our families. I really felt that this was designed more for us to get acquainted than to study.
Sondra had kicked off her shoes but still wore the traditional white bobby sox. Her legs were bare to just below the knees where the rolled up legs of her jeans began. They were loose but not baggy and they revealed a nice curve to her hips. The shirt she wore was probably one of her dad’s old ones. The shirt tail was out and was not buttoned all the way down. Nor was it buttoned to the top. A couple of times when she reached for something I got a glimpse of the gentle curves she had displayed in her prom dress only this time well covered by a white bra. She caught me looking a couple of times and then finally observed, “You’re not concentrating”. I assured her I was, just not on English. She giggled and said, “So are we through studying then?” I nodded.
We gathered up our books, and at one point she leaned over giving me a good look down her shirt, and sat up on her knees. I had asked her about a picture on her desk that was obviously her at a much younger age and a boy a few years older. I learned that the boy was her brother and she quietly added that he had died a few years ago. I sensed that it was a hurtful subject and apologized.
“That’s O.K. “she said, “It’s been awhile now.” Then she bounced up and grabbed a picture album from a shelf and asked me if I wanted to see some dorky pictures of her. I assured her I did, and she grabbed my hand and pulled up to sit beside her on the bed. Then she began to leaf through the pages showing me pictures and scrap book stuff.
There were a couple of vacation pictures, one that she quickly covered until I wrested her hand form in front. It was a picture of her on a beach at age eight or nine in only a pair of panties. After she had insisted that I wasn’t supposed to see that one we went on.
Her brother was in several of the family type pictures and then there was a picture of two young men in uniform with her mother and dad. One was her older brother. Then she volunteered that he had been a Marine and was killed in a freak training accident.
“The other guy was his friend,” she added. “He was really nice. He stayed with us for awhile after Stan died.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice and she was quiet for a minute.
She sighed a little then went on to leafing through the book. There were several other little girl pictures of Sondra and a few where she was beginning to grow up that I could tease her about. Toward the back were a cluster of pictures of Sondra at a mature 13 or 14 years old and another older boy. I recognized him as the boy that was her brother’s friend that she said had stayed with them for a while. As I glimpsed one small snapshot of Sondra in shorts and a halter with the boy’s arms around her she quickly closed the album.
“So when do I get to see pictures of you?” she queried. “You don’t want to see them,” I scoffed. “There’s only a bunch of little league and boy scout stuff, really dorky.”
“I want to see ‘em anyway. So how long had you and Lonnie been going together?” I wondered when that subject was going to come up. I told her about our getting together about six months ago. She asked if it was ever a problem since Lonnie was a junior and I was a sophomore even though we were only about seven months apart in age. I hadn’t thought so but now I wondered. She quizzed me about other girls and I told her there hadn’t been any steady girls before Lonnie, just some “party girls” in Jr. High. She laughed and said she had gone to a couple of those parties too.
Then I started to ask about her boyfriends. She leaned back against a pile of pillows. “I had a few crushes starting in about sixth grade, and went to a few of those, you know, make out parties in Jr. High. And I sort of had a boyfriend once, but my Mom and Dad thought he was too old for me. I was fourteen then.” As if she knew what I would ask, she added, “and he was almost twenty”.
That did surprise me. “I haven’t really gone out with anyone for awhile. I haven’t really been interested in anyone,” she paused, “until you came along.”
“So why were you interested in me?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t know. You’re pretty smart in class and you don’t act like a dork all the time like some guys do, and you’re kinda’ cute.“ With that comment she grinned at me and leaned further back on the pillows stretching her arms over her head. Her shirt fell open at the bottom showing some bare skin above her Levis. My mind raced over several possibilities and all were deemed a bad idea by the presence of Sondra’s Mother downstairs.
As if she read my mind, Sondra noted, “She won’t come up,” and rubbed a stocking foot over my leg. I scooted up on the bed still sitting with my feet on the floor but turned and leaned over toward her. She smiled in anticipation as I touched my lips gently to hers. Lifting up I looked in her eyes then kissed gently again. The third time her arms dropped from over her head and circled my neck pulling me to her. This time it was unbridled passion. Our lips parted and our tongues fluttered.
When we parted for air she pulled me around and willed me on the bed beside her. Now when we kissed our bodies were able to press together. I felt her arm around me pulling me against her. I was sure she could feel my hardness against her thigh and instinctively my hands started moving over her. Our brief writhing had caused another button on her shirt to come loose baring more of her midriff. I brushed my hand over her tight midsection and let it slide upward.
When I felt her hand on the back of mine I expected her to push it back down. Instead she pushed it up until it rested on one of the cotton cups of her bra. Just as I was considering pushing under it we heard a voice from downstairs.
“Sondra! It’s after five. We’ll be having dinner in a half hour or so. Is Robert going to stay?” At the first sound I had vaulted upright and we had quickly regained our composure. It was after five? I would be late getting home.
We made ourselves as presentable as possible and trooped downstairs. I thanked Sondra’s mom for the invitation but told her I needed to get home. She offered another time and added quietly that she was glad that Sondra finally found a nice boy to do things with. There was only opportunity for a quick peck on the lips from Sondra as I went out the door. It was a long walk home but my mind and hormones were both swirling.
There wasn’t much chance to get together for the next week. Sondra was doing something with her family on the weekend. I went skating with Bill and Mary on Friday night and on the way home found myself bunched in the back seat with Bill’s seventh grade sister and one of her friends. It was his bargain for gas money. She had both grown and matured early and could pass for a couple of years older. I had confirmed this on several occasions over last summer when we had included her in games of strip poker and truth or dare with Bill’s former girlfriend. I had felt, fondled and fingered her more than any other girl at that point, and she was considering letting me go “all the way” when her periods descended on her and she lost interest for a while.
As soon as we were in the car she mused, “I hear Lonnie dumped you and now you have a new girlfriend.”
“Not really,” I responded. “I just dated a different girl for the prom.” There was some small talk and I began thinking about the things we did over the summer. I had noticed that she filled out her skating skirt and sweater a little more than I remembered. Cheryl, her friend leaned forward looking at us and monitoring our conversation. We stopped to drop her friend off and as we pulled away she stayed next to me on the seat.
“So you don’t really have a girlfriend now?” she inquired slyly.
“Nope, just you,” I said. She giggled and punched me.
“You know I can’t date yet.”
“And that’s too bad,” I answered, and put my arm around her and leaned over. “But we could still fool around a little can’t we?” I let my free hand rest on her bare leg just above the knee and pulled her to me and gave her a small kiss. I was surprised at my own boldness.
“I suppose so,” she smiled back at me. “Maybe a little,” and leaned toward me to get another kiss. I responded and locked our lips together and immediately slid my hand up her leg.
I loved skating skirts. When a girl sat down in one the front bunched up just inviting a hand to push up underneath it. But I hated the tight trunks that went under them. There was just no way to get a hand inside them. So I compromised by pressing firmly against the mound that was hidden under them. Little sister responded by letting her legs separate and pushing firmly back against my hand.
With each rub I felt her move her hips and wondered how I could get inside those trunks. In frustration I turned sideways against her and moved my hand up under her top squeezing her still forming breasts. Slipping under the lightly padded cotton I felt real flesh and massaged it as I had done over the summer. Just when I decided to try to slip my hand in her trunks from the top we turned the corner on Bill’s street.
“Little sister has to get home,” he announced apologetically. She immediately sat up and arranged herself. We pulled in the driveway and in a flurry she was out the door. As we backed out Bill turned to Mary. “My sister has always had the hots for Robbie,” he explained. “He makes her feel grown up.”
About then it dawned on me that all the fooling around I had done with Bill’s little sister was when his former girlfriend was around not Mary. I felt stupid. I wondered what she would think about me messing with a seventh grader. I knew that she and Bill had “done it”, and she knew I knew. But they had never done anything with me around unlike the other girl.
After Bill dropped me off I went right to bed. A bunch of questions rattled through my head as well as vivid recall of the games we had played over the summer. I had managed to get real horny in the back seat and with only a few strokes under the covers spilled a load of cream into a sock.
I wondered if Mary would tell Sondra about little sister. And then I wondered why I thought it was O.K. to mess around with her as I had done with a few girls at parties playing spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven and such, but never considered doing such a thing with Lonnie. And what was it about Bill’s girl, Mary? Anyone would tell you she was a “nice girl”. No one ever suggested playing games with her like we had done last summer. Yet she and Bill had done it every chance they got. And then there was Sondra. She was definitely a “nice girl”. Yet her kiss was hot and she must have known I had looked down her shirt. Sleep finally overtook confusion.
My birthday fell in the middle of the week. I didn’t want a party, just my driver’s license. I had taken driver training in the fall and passed my test but could only drive with a licensed driver until now. Lonnie left a card and a candy bar in my locker. Wasn’t that sweet? My mother made be a favorite dinner which I shared with Bill, and his gift was movie passes. In fact he had suggested we double Friday night.
The next day my Mom let me take her car to school. I immediately asked Sondra if she wanted a ride home after school. She said she did and had something for me. We met at her locker and found the Chevy in the parking lot. I thought about suggesting we find a place to park but didn’t and drove right to her house. I paused to greet her mom who noticed I was driving and admonished me to be careful. I assured her I would as Sondra was dragging me upstairs. When we got to her room she quickly gathered up a few clothes including what looked like a filmy nightgown, then handed me a small, nicely wrapped package.
I opened it to find a bottle each of a popular men’s after shave and cologne. “It’s my favorite” she said, as I dabbed a little on my cheek. Then she stepped up and put her cheek alongside mine and sniffed. “Mm,” she breathed, turned her face toward mine. “Happy Birthday,” she said and gave me a little peck on the lips.
“Thanks,” I said and pulled her to me pressing our lips together. Her arms came around my neck and her lips parted. While our tongues chased each other I let a hand drop below her waist and pulled her against me. She was wearing a tight skirt that nicely displayed the curve of her butt and I couldn’t resist dropping my hand a little further to feel it.
Just as our bodies felt like they wanted to melt together, her mom called up the stairs. “Sondra, I’ve got to run to the store for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
As had happened before the sound of her Mother’s voice had brought an instant separation and slight panic. “O.K. Mom,” she called back, and grinned at me through a face that was a bit flushed. “Her timing is so perfect,” Sondra mused. I was glad I had not parked behind her car, as we listened for her to leave.
When the sound of the Buick had faded, Sondra pulled me by the hand over to sit on the bed beside her. Then turning toward me she said, “Now where were we?” In a matter of minutes were laying crossways on the bed with our lips locked. She was on her back and I was on my side lying against her. We paused in our passion only long enough to scoot further up on the bed. Her skirt had ridden up to several inches above her knees and the fuzzy cashmere sweater had slipped up showing a wide band of tummy flesh. Sondra made no attempt to pull them back, so I seized the opportunity to put my hand on the bare skin below her sweater and then work my way up on the outside until I lightly covered her breast. She didn’t object so I let my hand travel back down and up again this time cupping my objective more firmly.
I was pretty sure I felt Sondra raise her chest a little. When I pulled my hand down this time I toyed with her sweater letting my fingers slip underneath the bottom edge. When I hesitated just a little she pulled her mouth from mine and said, “Go ahead. It’s O.K.”
Now I didn’t hesitate any more and pushed my hand all the way up to rest on a well filled cup of her bra. I massaged first one the other, then pushed the fabric up over the top of one baring it completely to my hand. Having seen them on several occasions I had decided that Bill’s former girlfriend, the eighth grader had nearly perfect tits. They were firm and pointy, perched high on her chest and bounced only slightly when she moved. But these were perfect. These were bigger but just as firm and pointy and I couldn’t resist baring one and covering it with my mouth. The second she felt my tongue and lips on her nipple Sondra groaned slightly and put her hand on the back of my head to encourage me.
My libido was racing and while I gently sucked her tit, I dropped my other hand down to her skirt which had ridden up a little more when I had lifted my knee between her legs. The tightness of the garment wouldn’t allow her to spread her legs much but she tried to when she felt my hand start up the inside of her thigh. Then as I reached the cotton covered crotch she closed her legs together again.
“Too bad my Mom won’t be gone long,” she breathed. I got the message that we had to put on the brakes.
“And I need to get the car home,” I added. We stood, she rearranged her bra and sweater and pulled the wrinkles out of her skirt, and I straightened my jeans to bring some control back to a raging hard on. I was sure she had felt it against her and she smiled a little when it showed in my Levis. We had one more passionate embrace before cooling down.
I told her that I had movie tickets and asked if she could go and double with Bill and Mary and she emphatically consented. I said that we might do the drive in if the spring weather stayed nice. She hoped it would.
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