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From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Summer Of '64"MF(3/5)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 02:10:08 -0500
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	Summer Of 64
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part 3

	Peter spent almost an hour getting dressed
the next morning.  Normally, Sunday called for
just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, but today was
going to be special.  Out came a blue dress shirt
and black pants that were only slightly less proper
than those he wore to the office.  The
eighteen-year-old had only finally begun to sprout
facial hair during his senior year and it was a
growth that was usually sporadic at best.  Still he
spent a careful ten minutes of that hour making
sure his face was smooth and clean.  Completing
his morning ritual, he splashed on cologne, taking
care not to overdue it.
	Luck was with him as he managed to get
out of the house without running into anyone who
might be curious as to where he was going so
dressed up.  His good fortune continued as he
managed to catch the bus over to Kathy's
apartment.  On a Sunday schedule, he would've
had a good wait for the next one.

	Kathy lived on the top floor of a three
family house.  He checked his appearance one last
time before knocking on her door.  All the way
over here, he had been rehearsing bits of
conversation that he was sure would impress her,
beginning with what he was positive was a great
compliment on how great she looked this
morning.
	All that mental time and effort went to
waste when Kathy opened the door.  Peter could
only mumble a feeble good morning as she swung
the door open and invited him inside.
	Kathy must've just stepped out of the
shower because all she was wearing when she
answered the door was a wrap around towel.
Peter's eyes opened wide as they fell immediately
on the highly visible valley of her large breasts.
	"Well good morning, Peter," she said with
a bright smile as he stepped inside.  "I'm afraid I
was up a little late last night and overslept,"  she
added in explanation of her appearance.  "Just
give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready to go."
	With that she turned and vanished into her
bedroom, leaving a still shocked Peter staring at
the long, smooth legs stretching out from beneath
the terrycloth covering.
	Peter finally found his voice again once
Kathy was gone.  He couldn't believe she had just
opened the door dressed like that and was so
casual about it.

	"Well, that didn't take too long, did it?"
Kathy said as she stepped out of the bedroom
fifteen minutes later.
	Gone was the towel, replaced by a pair of
black slacks that hugged both her long legs and
ass and a yellow short sleeve blouse that was only
slightly looser around her chest.  Her long hair
was pulled back and held in place by a black
headband.
	Kathy took a few moments to check the
contents of the small purse she had taken off a
nearby table, then snapped it shut.
	"Shall we go?" she said with a broad
smile.


	The trip over to the fair grounds took only
twenty minutes, or about a third of the time the
two of them had to wait on the long line outside
the main entrance. It seemed like half the city had
decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather
and picked today to visit the fair.
	Peter didn't care, he was having the time
of his life.  Kathy and he were having the most
interesting discussion about the fair.  He learned
for the first time that this was actually the second
World's Fair to be held at Flushing Meadow.  The
first had been twenty-five years ago.  Kathy had a
childhood memory of being taken to it by her
parents.
	Finally, they passed through the gates and
the wait was more than worthwhile. It was like
stepping into another world.  The world of the
future.
	Despite the crowds, they wanted to try
and see everything.  They rode the AMF Monorail
and the Swiss Sky Ride, the latter of which Peter
insisted on paying for the two of them, even
though he though the seventy-five cent ticket was
a bit excessive given what he made a week.
	They had their photograph taken in front
of the Unisphere and Kathy treated the two of
them to a Bel-Gem, a delicious concoction made
up of a fat waffle base, piled high with
strawberries and topped with whipped cream.
	"You know, when my Mom was a kid,
when you treated someone, they said you were
blowing them."  Kathy remarked as she finished
her treat.
	"That's very interesting,"  Peter replied,
trying not to laugh.
	"So if you really wanted to,"  Kathy
whispered in a sexy voice.  "I suppose you could
tell you friends that I blew you."
	Peter almost choked on the last of his
waffle when he heard that. He would've thought
he was used to Kathy's little jokes by now.  There
were times her comments were as off-color as any
of the men in the office.  Kathy just laughed as she
used one of her napkins to wipe the whipped
cream off the young man's face.
	"Careful, I don't want you to choke,"
Kathy grinned as she dabbed at the last white
drop.  "That would just ruin the rest of our day."
	From there they went to the RCA Pavilion
where they got to see Color TV.  Peter was
fascinated by the multicolored images.  A child of
the new television generation, he had never seen
anything but black and white before.
	Kathy had humored his interest in anything
new and futuristic and had gone with him to the
Hall of Science where they'd seen a full size
diorama of a future space station, as well as giant
models of the rockets that would one day take
men to the Moon.
	In exchange, she had taken him to the
New York City Pavilion, a holdover from the Fair
Kathy had attended as a  child. One of the guides
had explained that the building had also been the
headquarters of the United Nations back in 1946.
The admission to the exhibit was a more
reasonable ten cents, a sum well worth it Peter
agreed, just to see the incredible scale model of
New York City that was the center of the display.
The model had over eight hundred thousand
buildings.
       They ended the day with what turned out
to be what Peter imagined had to be the highlight
of his day.  Pepsi-Cola had sponsored the new
Walt Disney ride called It's A Small World.  A
childlike water ride through distant lands, it also
had quickly become a sort of tunnel of love for
young and not so young adults.  The simple ride
became memorable when Kathy, caught up in the
moment, had given him a brief kiss.
	"That, is for being such a wonderful
escort."  She said in way of explanation.

	The glow from that unexpected kiss stood
with Peter all the way back to Kathy's apartment.
In the hours they had explored the fair, he had
discovered a side of the older woman he had
never expected.  Outside of the office she was
even more sexy and fun loving than he could've
imagined.  Peter found himself wishing that he
was ten years older, or that she was younger.
Then again, he couldn't imagine any girl his age
ever being so cool.

	When they finally got back to Kathy's
apartment, Peter stopped at the front door of the
building and thanked Kathy once again for inviting
him to go with her to the Fair.  It had been a lot of
fun, he'd told her and more than made up for the
missed baseball game the previous day.
	"Oh, aren't you going to come up?"
Kathy unexpectedly asked. "It's still early."
	"Sure, if you want," a surprised Peter
found himself responding.
	"Good, because I've enjoyed your
company too much to want to see it end so soon."
Kathy commented as she opened the door and
stepped into the vestibule.  "I'm sure we can find
something or other to make the rest of the day
interesting."
	Following her into the building, Peter
wondered what that might be.

	"I'll be back in a minute,"  Kathy said as
she dropped her purse on the same table she had
picked it up from earlier in the day.  "I just want
to clean up a little."
	"Sure,"  Peter replied.
	"Why don't you turn on some music while
you're waiting,"  she said before closing the
bedroom door behind her.  "There's soda or beer
in the fridge if you want one."

	Peter turned on the Hi Fi that sat on a
table in the living room.  Soft sounds came out of
the twin speakers as Peter walked into the kitchen
and opened the refrigerator.  He was about to take
a RC Cola, then decided what the hell and took a
bottle of Rheingold beer instead.  It took him a
moment to find the wall mounted bottle opener
since he didn't always carry his church key.
	The beer was ice cold, something Peter
appreciated.  Although he only came of legal
drinking age a few months before, Peter had his
first beer just before his sixteenth birthday.
	Walking back into the living room, bottle
in hand, the eighteen year old only had to wait less
then a minute before Kathy reemerged from her
bedroom.

	The only change Peter noticed was that
Kathy's hair now hung free down across her
shoulders.  With a smile on her face, she crossed
the room to join her guest.
	"Now that looks great,"  Kathy said in
reference to the beer in Peter's hand.
	Peter felt like such an idiot.  Of course he
should've asked if she wanted one as well.
	"Let me get one for you,"  he apologized.
	"No thanks,"  she replied as she took the
bottle from his hand.  "I'll just share some of
yours."
	Kathy raised the bottle to her lips and
tilted it upward, taking a long drink from it.  A
small drop of beer spilled past her mouth and ran
down her neck.  Peter watched in fascination as
the golden pearl disappeared down the opening of
her blouse.
	"That was good,"  Kathy sighed as she
lowered the bottle, handing it back to Peter.
	"Sure you don't want one of your own?"
Peter asked as he realized that there was only a
drop left in the bottle.
	"Know what I really want?"  Kathy asked
suggestively.
	Peter was almost afraid to answer,
thankfully Kathy answered for him.
	"I want to dance,"  she said.  "Dance with
me, Peter."
	Before Peter could say a word, Kathy was
in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.  He
barely managed to get the near empty bottle down
on the table before the swaying of her body
carried it out of reach.

	"This is unbelievable," Peter thought as
Kathy's body pressed hard against his own.  "I
have to be dreaming."
	If it was a dream, and the entire day
certainly did seem like such, the young man had a
sudden fear that it was about to turn into a
nightmare.  With his eyes closed and his head
swimming in the fragrance of Kathy's perfume,
Peter was all too aware of the softness of her
breasts pressed against his chest.  It was only then
that he realized what he was pressing between her
legs.
	The memory of Linda Conrad's quite
angry response when he got an erection while
dancing with her came immediately to mind.
Would Kathy now have the same reaction?
	Hoping to avoid just that, Peter tried to
pull away from her, just enough to hide his
embarrassment.  Rather than becoming angry over
what his movement now drew attention to, Kathy
pulled him even tighter against her.
	Then, in an action that almost made Peter
quite literally faint, Kathy took one hand from
around his waist and instead pressed it between
his legs.  Her hand cupping his now quite visible
erection.
	"Oh shit!"  Peter gasped.
	"Peter,"  Kathy said nonchalantly.  "Do
you remember what I said yesterday about not
being an easy lay."
	Feeling like their conversation had taken
place a month rather then a day before, Peter
nodded yes.
	"Well, I have to be honest with you,"  she
went on as her fingers massaged his cock.  "That
wasn't exactly true."
	"What???"  Peter thought.
	"With the right person, I am an easy lay,"
she said, cutting right to the point.
	A totally shocked Peter had no idea what
to say.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
	"The key phrase being 'the right person',"
she went on.  "There are few men in our office
that would fall into that category.  That being
said, I want to tell you that I think you are just so
incredibly cute.  There are times when I just want
to eat you up."
	"Me ...?"  the dark haired teen asked.
	"Why do you find that so hard to
believe?"  Kathy asked with a wide smile.  "I
would think that the girls at your high school
would've been all over you."
	"Not exactly,"  Peter admitted.
	"Well it was their loss,"  she laughed.
	If he was older or just a little more
experienced, Peter might've realized that Kathy
was massaging his ego as well as his cock.  The
former making him much more receptive to any
suggestion she might make.
	The suggestions the thirty-year-old made
as she whispered in his ear, were things Peter
would never have imagined on his own.  Not even
during the late night sex discussions he'd had with
his buddies.
	"Do you want to play?"  Kathy finally
asked, play being the most erotic word Peter had
ever heard in his young life.


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