Sexual freedom

Attending a small college in Ohio during the 1970's was an awakening; mentally, socially and sexually. Raised by conservative parents, I was ready to see and try many things. Intoxication of all types; alcohol, d**gs and sex. At the same time preferably. In my junior year at school, I shared a house off campus with three friends; Hooch, Bear and Dil. We did everything together. On a beautiful spring Saturday night, we started the evening as usual with a couple of beers and some bongs. Dil had heard of a party at another off campus house on the northwest edge of town. We all knew one of the house mates from freshman dorms so off we went. Only Bear had a car so we all piled in for the short drive. Upon arrival, most of the party was in the back yard. Beers in the kitchen, bongs in someone's room and music and people outside. We deposited our beer to add to the beer stash and made our way outside where we bumped into our friend, Fred. We chatted and then Fred invited us up to his room for some bong hits. As we made our way to the back porch, I noticed a girl doing her best Stevie Nicks impersonation. Long hair, long dress, lots of frills and fringes on the dress and delicious eyes. We nodded to each other and I was off to hit on the bong. Bongs turned into conversation which then led to more bongs. After a while, the beers were drained so we ambled downstairs to the kitchen where the mystery girl was getting a beer. Now the 70's were a magical time. Liberal school, liberal town, liberal life style and liberal women. As I tried to think of some clever line for the girl, I immediately noticed in the light of the kitchen she was not wearing a bra. Small pert breasts with erect nipples and suddenly I could only stammer anything to her. Clever it was not. She smiled, handed me a beer and made for the door. I followed like a puppy. Once back outside, I found my senses and tried to have a conversation. She was mildly attentive but then asked; "do you have anything to get high?" "Of course" as I always carried a joint in my wallet. We made our way to the farthest part of the back yard behind a large oak. We smoked the joint and then had some very light conversation as she moved very closely to me. She was brushing up against me in that twilight and my hand found her ass. She moved closer as I became more certain she was looking for something from me. She put her head on my shoulder and I kissed her hair. She wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me in for a long, wet kiss. Game on. Kissing and groping. Groping and kissing. She reached for the front of my jeans and this was turning out miraculously. She had my cock out but looked at me and said "The grass is all wet from dew. Can you get something for us?" Almost forgetting to tuck myself back in my pants, I bolted for the house. On the back porch was a large, comfy chair. I grabbed the chair, hoisted it up knocking people about and took off for the large oak. She was leaning against the tree finishing her beer.
I threw the chair down with youthful exuberance and lust. She took my hand and had me sit. She unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans and took my penis in her hand. Then her mouth. She was hungry for cock. I was writhing in pleasure. She was leaning over the arm off the chair so I took the opportunity to rub her body and those beautiful little titties. She looked, stared at me for moment and then hiked her long dress above her waist. No underwear. My angel had come to this party looking for something and she found it; me, the chair and the tree. She nimbly climbed on top of me, gently lowered herself onto my manhood and started to rock. Her movements quickly accelerated and she was moving sidewards, up and down, arching her back. My hands worked her lithe frame and those lovely breasts. She started to moan, then moan louder and then loud a****l sounds came from her soul. Now we had gone to the farthest part of the back yard but no more than 20' or 25' from the party. But in those shadows with my girl working me like this, she could have called the police and I would never have noticed. This passion lasted an unknown time as I was in rapture. Also, I was 21 years old with a few beers in me. So I have confidence my stamina was good. We fucked like a****ls under that tree. How many times she came I do not know but mine was an explosion of epic proportions. We collapsed together in the chair and enjoyed our closeness. As we recovered, I asked if she wanted a beer? "Sure". I got up from the chair and made my across the yard to the house. The party had thinned out some but everyone turned when I came out of the shadows of the tree. I guessed we had become the party entertainment. I grabbed two cold ones and headed back for the tree. She was gone. Just me and the chair now. I sat down, drank my beer and started smiling. Big wide shit eating grin. A few blocks north were some railroad tracks that lead back to my house. I walked over to the tracks and started to walk home. Skip home. Prance home. Suck in as much of this beautiful evening as possible while etching the memory of this girl into my mind because we never even exchanged names.