Sex on a first "date" was nothing out of the ordinary in the 70's. I guess that was during the height of the "free love" era. If ya can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. I used to rent a rural farmhouse way out in the sticks. Nearest neighbor more than a mile away. I had a powerful stereo with speaker cabinets built for me that were stadium concert size we would drag out onto a porch. The parties I had were legendary and we could be as loud as we wanted. Cops never called on me once. It was par for the course that I'd end up with a young girl before the night was over. One night it was three different girls at separate times, the last of which I woke up in the morning beside and had no idea what her name was. I went out to the kitchen and made myself a cup of instant coffee with a healthy splash of Jack Daniels in it to get my monster hangover under control. Whoever she was awoke and asked if she could use my shower. I said I didn't have one, only a tub. She kept calling me by my name and I had the hardest time speaking with her like I had any idea who she was. It became obvious I guess later on when she asked me if I'd drive her to her house in town. When I asked where she lived she caught on. She said "you really don't remember me and being at my house when you fucked my roommate Brenda?". I remembered Brenda, she was the first girl I had sex with. As it turned out, it was raining cats and dogs in a torrential downpour all morning long. I couldn't drive her into town until it stopped because my 1958 Ford pickup didn't have wiper arms on it. I suddenly remembered the speaker were still out on the porch and freaked out. She helped me lug them back in through the kitchen door and wipe them down. I sat a fan up in front of them but was convinced they were ruined. A few days later they worked just fine thankfully. That was possibly the most well earned night of wild sex I'd ever had.
Became DaveKell 2.0 on July 18th with Dr. Allen Morey in Dallas, TX. AMS 700 CX implant. 18cm with 5.5 RTE's.