One night I got a call to play a gig at a rental hall in the Sunset district, south of Golden Gate Park. It was a Greek wedding reception. We arrived at eight-thirty to start setting up, so we could play from nine to one. To bring in the drums and get them ready was a fairly long and complicated operation. As I went about nailing in bass drum studs and screwing on cymbals the thought never occurred to me that this would become a banner night.
We started playing at nine with a little "Stella by Starlight." It was apparent that most of the guests had been drinking heavily all day; they were gloriously drunk. By nine-fifteen the men decided that they wanted to have Greek folk dancing instead of our music, and a phonograph and pile of records appeared magically. The host apologized to us, paid us each our ten dollars, and had drinks brought for us.
I was standing with my drink, watching the festivities, when I felt a gentle tug on my sleeve. I turned to face a girl of about eighteen, blond but with dark eyes and a dark complexion. She was wearing a pink formal gown, cut low at the neck, so I could see the swell of her breasts above the material. She had a long, thin neck, narrow, bare shoulders, and spindly arms covered with fine, dark hair. I looked at her arms and wondered if her cunt was also hairy.
"Would you like to learn?" She pointed, smiling, to the guests dancing wildly around the room, both men with women and groups of men together.
"Sure," I said.
She led me onto the dance floor and began to demonstrate, but had to hold on to me for support as it developed that she was pretty well bombed. I seemed to have twelve left feet, tripping all over myself to the intricate steps that she did so easily, even drunk. The more I stumbled, the more she laughed, shaking her head and saying, "No, silly, not like that, like this," She would demonstrate once more, and I would fall or stumble once more, only to be laughed at still harder. Finally, weak from laughing and dancing, we staggered over to a vacant corner and slumped to the floor, exhausted. Still breathing hard, I turned to face her and saw a small mouth, a longish straight nose, and dark, torrid eyes regarding me very seriously. Then I became serious, too. We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed a very long time.
"You have the most beautiful eyes… " she said softly.
"So do you," I answered, meaning it. Just the way she looked at me had me hard.
"What's your name?" she whispered.
"Richard."
"I'm Ellena." She gently took my face into her hands and brought it toward her. I started to throb between my legs, and I had already jacked off about three tunes that day.
I received my first real kiss. She kissed me and I responded, learning silently by example. Her breath smelled sweetly of liquor. She twisted her lips against mine slightly, as I felt her arms slip around my neck and her tongue against my almost closed lips. It was rapturous until she pulled her head back slightly with a quizzical expression on her face. "Don't you french?" she asked.
French? Hell, the only kind of french I knew about was the kind they gave you in the whorehouse. But, not being that dumb, I got the idea.
"Come here," I said, kissing her this time as she had taught me. I felt her mouth open and plunged my tongue in, with some vague misgivings about sanitation and germs and things like that. Her tongue darted around mine, then pushed its way into my mouth, where I promptly rubbed my tongue all over it. We slobbered a lot, Ellena because she was drunk and me because I was inexperienced, but it did feel awfully good in spite of all the spittle gurgling around.
We sat there and kissed for about an hour, and between mutual mouth washings we talked a little. She raved on drunkenly about my eyes and I tried to find out as much as I could about her, mainly if and where I could get her alone. I did find out that she was a senior at San Mateo High on the peninsula, and that she had driven her father's car up for the reception, along with a girl friend. We decided that we wanted to be alone, so the problem became what to do with her girl friend. Herb had already left with the drums in his car, giving me a big wink and a wave as he went out the door. When one of us was working on a chick, the others always covered, so I knew I didn't have to worry about knocking down the set and loading it.
But this was my night and providence smiled, for as we were talking about it a commotion erupted across the room. A plumpish, mousy-looking girl had passed out on the dance floor. It was Ellena's girl friend, overcome with ouzo. With the aid of two burly Greek guests we dumped her into the back seat of Ellena's car. The girl friend was dead weight; from the way she looked, I noted with some satisfaction that she probably wouldn't wake up for about six years.
Ellena offered me the car keys and I panicked. If she found out I was just fourteen she would clump me as quickly as Donna had. "I don't want to drive," I said. "I want to sit and look at you."
For a change I said the right thing. I was learning. Ellena beamed proudly and we got into the car. I gave her directions to the parking lot across from the zoo and facing the ocean, a notorious make-out place not far from where we then were. It was foggy and- she drove slowly. I put my head in her lap, nuzzling down into the crevice between her legs. She opened them a little more and I began kissing the area that I thought was her cunt, pressing hard through the material of her dress. She slumped down a little to give me better access, still playing the game as though she didn't know "what I was doing. I was so hard I had to shift my weight onto my side to avoid putting undue pressure against the car seat. I was afraid that I might blow my load before we even got there. I tried sniffing a little but could only smell the silk of her dress. Each time she went for the clutch or the brake my head would be moved and I would have to find my place all over again.
Finally we came to a stop and Ellena killed the engine. With my head in her lap I couldn't see anything, but the sound of deep snoring from the back seat was unmistakable.
"We're here," she said.
Neither of us moved. I didn't want to sit up and start kissing her again when I already had my head between her legs. I kept thinking about the picture I had seen of a guy eating cunt in Slave Master and wondering what it was like. Then I felt the seat move back and my head slid away from the bottom of the steering wheel. The girlfriend snorted loudly and we both laughed. Ellena's soft hands began running through my hair and caressing my face as she spread her legs wider apart and with a slight pressure of her hands moved my head more tightly into her crotch.
I moved my free hand up the front of her dress, felt her lean forward, felt her hands go away from my head, then heard a zipper. Then her hand was on mine, guiding it to her throat, then slowly down across the breast bone, then down still further onto her naked breast, then over her nipple, where she began to push my hand in a slow, circular motion. My sensitive inner palm felt her nipple come erect and hard.
Ellena seemed to be only a body and hands. To be honest, I didn't quite know what the hell was going on, what she wanted me to do, or how far I could go, but I was content to let the hands show me. They cradled my head and lifted it slowly up her body. I could see that she had pushed her dress and strapless bra down around her waist. With my palm still circling the nipple of her right breast, her hands brought my head to her left nipple. Her breasts were small, but she was far from flat-chested, even though I noticed that her bra was padded. Like many girls with small breasts, she had small nipples that seemed to stick out a long way when aroused. Using pure instinct, I began kissing and sucking her nipple as I moved my right hand between her legs, still through her dress. She responded by moaning and started to hump lightly against my hand. It was great sucking her breast, but what I wanted was cunt. I was thinking how I could get her naked. I moved my right hand to the bottom of her skirt, caressing her legs and moving up them slowly. I got to the top of her stockings, stroked the bare soft flesh of her thighs, and then moved on to what I thought was the crotch of her panties. But they didn't feel right.