The 3 ‘C’s’ of life – Chap 1 by 32aa..,

Hello readers. After a break from ‘You’re not a serial rapist’, I’m back. I tried to get into other themes: Erotic Couplings, Incest (with a cousin); but, I couldn’t get my heart into it. Like I’ve said before, ‘I’m a romantic’. I need to ‘feel’ the interaction between my characters. I couldn’t get into it, in those other themes.

So, I’m back with another Romance story. It’s independent of my other two stories, although there is one ‘flashback’.

This is a story of a ‘first love’ heart break, of healing, and a journey into what ‘real love’ is.

I tried to take in some of the helpful comments from my previous story, and tried to at least ‘pick up the pace’. I’m not sure how successful I was. It’s kind of my writing style… so as they say, ‘it is what it is’.

It’s all written, just going through final proofing.

So, without any further ado. Enjoy. Oh, please vote and leave a constructive comment, if the mood strikes you.

All sex is between partners 18 and over and all sex is consensual.

1973.

The U.S. ends its involvement in the Vietnam War through the Paris ‘Peace’ talks. March 29 saw the last military unit leave Vietnam. “I’m not a crook” Watergate trials began. Vice President Spiro Agnew resigned. Roe vs Wade became the law of the land. OPEC stopped selling oil to the United States, because of the United States’ support to Israel during the Yom Kipper War, causing the price of oil to quadruple, from $2.90 a barrel before the embargo to $11.65 in a matter of months.

On a brighter side; marijuana was relatively inexpensive and readily available, through the ‘right’ connections. The truly iconic, Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” album was released and quickly became THE music of the time. Mike Oldfield’s “Tubular Bells”, was also an album for those hazy stoned evenings. Headphones helped. “American Graffiti” and “Jesus Christ Super Star” were in our theaters.

Hi. My name is Bill. I graduated from a small Midwestern dairy town in northern Illinois. My graduating class was relatively small, probably around 100. We all knew each other. Going up through the pains and awkwardness of puberty from sixth grade through high school.

I always seemed to have dates for the school dances. Sometimes just a one-time ‘fun’ date. Sometimes it went on for a while; but, nothing in the realm of ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’. Through it all, we stayed friends. We all knew, it was just for fun. Enjoyment.

There were girls that I viewed from afar and dreamed about, ‘what it would be like to go out with them’. I viewed them out of my league. I was not a ‘social butterfly’; but rather insecure. I seemed to always take the easy way out and didn’t want to go the extra mile to push my ‘security envelope’, so I never had my heart broken.

My senior year found me dating a girl that was a year younger than me. We messed around; but, never did ‘the deed’. Make-out sessions on a dark country ‘Lover’s lane’ consisted of some fondling and fingering. I learned a lot about the female body. Those special places that brought beautiful sounds of pleasure. I also felt, for the first time, a female’s soft hand on my hard cock.

When I graduated in 1968, I was headed off to a state University at the other end of the state. Southern Illinois University. We each knew I would only be home Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, then three months in the summer for the next four years. Then what? In the late 60’s, the Vietnam War was going strong. The future beyond my finishing school was uncertain.

We each decided to give each other some ‘freedom’. I wanted her to feel free to go to school dances: Homecoming, Spring dances, Senior Prom, etc. without feeling like she was cheating on me. I also wanted to try and meet new girls at school and do stuff with the same feeling.

We parted that fall, as ‘friends’; but, promised to stay connected. There were a few tears, final hugs and ‘Good Luck’ and ‘Best Wishes’. We wrote back and forth through those first few months on a weekly basis. She told me about being asked, and going to the Homecoming dance. I told her I was happy for her and then she wrote that it was just a ‘one time’ thing. We got together once over my Thanksgiving break. It was fun; but, we each felt it would probably be the last, as she was starting to see someone.

So, ‘That was that’, as they say. Oh well. At least, nobody got hurt.

Turns out, the summer after she graduated, she got a job as a secretary in a small local manufacturing company, met a guy that worked in the ‘shop’, got pregnant, and then married; in that order. I never saw her again. Even with a small town, you would think that a casual ‘run-in’ at a grocery store, our paths would cross. Never happened. I did hear that she had moved, with her husband and little one, to the next town over, and was living in a trailer.

My first year in college was a bust. I mean, coeds were looking for confident upperclassmen, not new awkward freshmen.

Second that third years were a bit better. I continued to live in the dorm. I enjoyed the camaraderie of always having something to do, be it a card game, a board game, or just watching TV with a bunch of guys. The cafeteria food never bothered me, as it did some of the guys. I came to live with the lack of privacy (roommate) and the restrictions on ‘no alcohol’, which if you were discrete, was not a problem.

I did venture out, of my ‘social shell’ a few times, and worked up the courage to ask out a few freshman coeds that also that shared the same cafeteria. Had a couple of comfortable ‘make-out’ sessions; but, nothing beyond casual get-togethers. It was difficult to find ‘alone’ places, as you could only have a girl in your room on ‘special’ Sunday afternoons and then only with the door open, for a limited amount of time.

My third year, as a Junior, that changed. Members of the opposite sex could now hang out in each other’s rooms at any time of the day, or evening, as long as each other’s roommate was OK with that. Of course, the door was ‘required’ to be open… Sometimes it was. Most of the time it wasn’t. It resulted in some nice ‘quality’ make-out and groping sessions.

On a few occasions, I got lucky with probably two or three freshman coeds. No completely nude sessions. Just some bare breasts and ‘suckable’ sensitive nipples. It was fun and casual for each of us. Which was all either of were looking for, just some casual fun.

My Senior year, I wanted something different. I had outgrown the dorm. I mean, I was three years older and wiser, in my humble opinion, than the incoming new freshmen. I moved off-campus into a trailer with two of my earlier dorm-mates. That meant I could now have a car.

It was that year that I met ‘her’, early in the fall quarter, Terri. We accidently met in the library. All through my previous years, I had always studied in the library. It got me away from the distractions and noise of the dorm. Each night I would walk to the library with my necessary books and notes, no matter what the weather was. It gave me time to get my brain in ‘study mode’.