Pat & Twyla: A Story of First Love (part 3)

It had been a cool, wet winter in the D/FW metro area, but, in April the days were getting longer and warm weather arrived in force as if on cue for Spring Break. Spring in the Dallas area might seem like summer in some parts of the country, but the mid 80’s and sunny was perfect spring weather for Texans. Pat kept busy all week looking forward to his girlfriend’s return. Of course this was back in the “dark ages” before cell phones and the internet, when out of town for a week meant out of touch for a week. So it was Saturday just about noon when he arrived at Twyla’s house for their little celebration of Twyla’s 15th birthday which had occurred while she was gone. It was warm, even by Texas spring standards, perhaps the low 90’s. He had to push the fantasy of Twyla’s mom opening the door in the nude from his mind.

When the door opened for him, his girlfriend was showing far more skin than he’d seen before; well except for those fifteen minutes of heaven. She was in short cut-offs (remember this is the late 70’s so short shorts were very short indeed normally with an inseam of under one inch) and a yellow tube top thin enough to show dark circles in the center of each perfectly framed breast. She didn’t give him time to stare, but leaped on him lips first.

No sooner than he’d slipped a hand inside the tube top, her mom called from inside. “You two come in here before the neighbors call the police on you for lewd conduct”

Twyla dragged him in the house.

“I think I might have created a monster in you two” pronounced Ms. Fletcher with her hands on her hips. And Pat couldn’t but notice those hips. Jill Fletcher wore cut-offs just as impossibly short as her daughter’s and a green & white madras shirt tied (not buttoned) just below her bust. He’d never really noticed how much they looked alike until, dressed like this, they looked like sisters. Despite his youth, he knew enough to make a brownie point when one presented itself. So, he told them of his observation. He got the positive reaction that he’d hoped for.

Inside, the little window unit hummed. At this temperature it was able to keep the home relatively cool. So much for his hope it would just be too warm for Twyla’s mom to wear clothes. As if reading his thoughts, Ms. Fletcher said, “Oh, sorry to disappoint, it is not nearly warm enough for me to have to shed my clothes. That day will come, but not today. There is nothing wrong with hope though.” She let out a laugh at her own joke.

Twyla’s head jerked over to her boyfriend’s face and realized he really had been hoping. She sharply said “And you can get that idea out of your head. You are not going to see her naked any time soon.”

Her mom retorted “Oh, aren’t we snippy?”

Twyla, sensing she’d been a bit too sharp answered “Well, it’s the downside of having a young and pretty mom. She can be competition even if she doesn’t mean to.”

“Oh my! Another compliment!” her mother exclaimed. Do you two want something?” this time they all laughed.

Then Twyla pushed further and declared “If anyone relaxes in their birthday suit with you over here before the hottest days of summer, it will be me.”

More laughter, but Pat’s hopes were up.

“Come this way Mr. Combs, we have hotdogs out on the grill.”

She led him back through the house to the back door. The young couple wasted no time in pawing each other as they walked the short distance behind Momma Jill. Even as he cupped his girlfriend’s ass cheek barely covered in denim, Pat could not help but notice that her mom’s shorts were even shorter than Twyla’s. The fabric pulled way up her ass showing off what church people would call an indecent amount of butt cheek. He quickly concluded that she could not be wearing panties, or a bra for that matter. Her large breasts had swayed very nicely when she had turned to lead them. Nope, no underwear at all.

Like most older neighborhoods in Arlington, the small home was built on an eighth acre lot, giving it moderate, if not overly large back yard. The large mature trees and tall bushes shaded the patio and helped with privacy. Momma Jill was proud of the progress she’d made in bringing the old flower beds back to life. Pat did not notice the profusion of blooming flowers. A chain-link fence demarked Ms. Fletcher’s property from the neighbors. Hedges along the property lines on two sides gave a sense of place and additional privacy.

The white cast iron table had the beginnings of three place settings and a small chocolate cake with candles and a wrapped present. Pat pulled a small box from his pants pocket and laid it on the table. Twyla saw what he’d done and said “You didn’t have to do that” and gave him a kiss.

When mother and daughter went back to work to finish the setting, Pat sat in one of the iron chairs. For a sixteen year old boy it was a visual feast watching them prepare. He was in no hurry for them to finish. As he sat he noticed that both of their super short cut-offs rode up between their buns. He could tell that both pairs had been cut off the same way with hardly any leg inseam at all. In the 70’s people didn’t buy “cut-offs” rather they made them at home by cutting off the legs to old jeans themselves. He noticed the cuts were not frayed at all. Someone had cut them off very recently. Likely just for this event. He wondered who had made the two pair of matching shorts. From what he’d learned about Twyla and her mother, it could have been either.

Watching his girlfriend in that tube top, he was tempted to reach out and just pull it down. It was something he’d fantasized about since the fashion first arrived a few summers ago. But he resisted. However, he did not even pretend to resist trying to look down her mother’s shirt. When Twyla had gone back inside the house and her mother leaned over to lay out the paper napkins and forks, the shirt gapped quite a bit as it was only tied under the swaying breasts. He saw a huge amount of boob but the nipples stayed just out of sight. Mama Jill’s tits were much bigger than her daughter’s for sure. He looked away when Twyla brought out chips and a glass pitcher of lemonade. All in all, it was quite a visual feast. He had to adjust himself twice as his erection grew in his shorts.

As they ate, the talk was of Twyla’s trip and events during the week at her mom’s solon. Pat’s mind was elsewhere, and his penis stayed hard the whole time.

The highlight of the picnic, at least for Pat, was when Ms. Fletcher brought out the ice cream churn. She’d placed it on the ground and had to kneel and bend over at the waist to measure in the ingredients. He was sure her whole tit would be visible if he moved over to his left. So he volunteered to help Twyla in taking in the dirty dishes. Sure enough, when he moved to the other side of the table and picked up the mustard, he could look right down the six inch gap and see the whole round melon, nipple and all. Success! Perhaps she knew what she had been doing leaning over like that, perhaps she didn’t; when she looked up to see Pat’s eyes fixed on her exposed left breast she knew for certain. She smiled knowingly and pushed the fabric to close the gap with her free hand. When she went back to work on the ice cream the shirt fell open once again. Her actions did not impede his view at all.

Twyla emerged from the house. Pat quickly looked away from her mom’s tits. He turned to her and handed her the mustard then the glass pitcher. Momentarily he lost self control and his eyes landed on her breasts. Yes, her nipples were plainly hard and he could see their shape and the dark circles they made under the top. Again the thought to pull the top down crossed his mind. Though he still was not about to actually pull it down, he reached out and acted as if he was going to do just that. Using both hands he reached out, gripped the sides of her tube top and pulled them down. More precisely he went through the motion of pulling her top down to her waist, because he never even touched the fabric.

She paused, looked back at him with a smile, but didn’t make any other reaction before going into the screen door. For a full minute he was left in limbo wondering if he had done something wrong. Had he been too forward in doing that? Or perhaps worse did he show timidity in not actually doing it.

Then she opened the back door and stepped out to the patio.

His eyes bugged out. Her yellow tube top was now down far enough to expose both boobs entirely. AND…the snap to her cut-off’s had been undone and the fly pulled open. He could plainly see her light brown pubic hair! She was showing him the top of her bush!

In the full light of day, her breasts were more amazing than he remembered. He took in the sight. Her half-bowl shaped breasts he realized did not stand straight out, but rather pointed upward slightly. Her hair was not thick, but very curly. She stood just outside the doorway, almost posing for him. After some time, but long before he was ready for her to do so, she slowly pulled her top back up and zipped up the fly, but he noted she did not close the snap.

“I had started to take the top off inside,” she said walking over to kiss him softly, “but thought if old Mrs. Conroy saw she would surely call the police. She has done it before. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

Her mother had finished with the ice-cream because she was standing when Pat again noticed her. She must have seen what was going on because she answered Twyla’s question “I seriously doubt that. That was a grade ‘A’ creatively sexy move. I am impressed. And she is right Mrs. Conroy has called the police on me. More than once, but usually it was for noise during my bi-annual parties. But the time she is talking about was almost ten years ago. It was less than a year after her dad left. We had a really sexy middle aged man move in behind us. Do you remember Mr. Coppersmith?”

Twyla shook her head “No.”

“I guess he’d moved away before you were even six or so. The old bat just happened to be in her yard when she saw me talking to him by the gate. I wasn’t even nude, just topless. Likely she also saw him follow me in the house. Perhaps that is really why she called the police. He was married. I’m sure that, more than by my bare tits, is what upset her. By the time the cops came out I had not only gotten him inside the house, but we had already started balling. When I saw it was the fuzz at the door, I just flung the door open naked and sweaty. Even a blind man could have seen I was in the middle of having sex. I asked what I could do for them. They were totally befuddled. Finally they said an unnamed neighbor had seen me at the gate unclothed. They managed to ask me not to flaunt it where the neighbors could see, but they didn’t do anything. Well other than get tents in their slacks. If I wasn’t in the middle of doing my new neighbor, I would have invited them in.”

Twyla nodded, “I told you so.”

“But” her mother corrected “I was at the gate, and the hedges were not nearly as tall as I now let them grow. Yes, if she’d been in the right place in her yard, she could have seen your boobs if you had kept your top down and moved out of the doorway. But if you had moved over here she couldn’t have seen them even if you had taken off your top completely, no matter how much she looked.” To Pat she said “The fact is almost all of the yard is pretty safe for at least laying out on a chaise lounge or balling on the ground. Not everywhere is shielded enough to walk around topless, but a good bit is. Bottomless isn’t a problem at all though due to the hedges. Twyla knows full well for years I spent half my weekends on that chaise lounge sunning bare. Not just me, but she has seen a dozen or more girls at once all sunbathing without their bikinis back here before. And last summer it was her, not me, who spent her days out here sunbathing in only her skin. Someone would have to come right to the fence and look over to see. Over the years the only people who saw me unclothed out here were those who I wanted to see me. Then she paused, do you remember the Nichols boys? They used to spy on me all the time. It was kind of a disappointment when they finished school and moved away.”

Without planning to he asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“Well, if you’ll crank the ice-cream maker, I’ll tell you.”

He took a seat on the ground with the wooden bucket between his legs and began to crank. Twyla came and sat across from him on the other side of the ice cream maker.

“We can take turns cranking” she said with a smile.

Looking at her as he turned the handle made it well worth the effort. She was so pretty with her brow dabbled with beads of sweat and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. He tried not to be too obvious as he tried not to stare at the tube top. He so wanted to ask her to take it off, he was sure she would if he asked, but he didn’t, he couldn’t.

“So, why did I stop sunbathing in the nude?” Twyla’s mom asked “It’s really not anything complicated; I decided I looked sexier with tan lines”

“Come on mom” Twyla objected “He wants a better story than that. We both want more, and something with sex in it.”

“Oh?” the mother replied “You think you are now old enough to hear about your old mom’s sexual exploits. Well, I guess you have seen me riding more dicks than you can recall, so I guess it’s OK if you want to hear about it from my perspective.”

“That’s about it. You forget that I pretty much only remember the details from the last three or four years of your wild period. Before that I was just too young to really appreciate what was going on” Twyla confirmed.

“OK, if you really want me to. I guess I should start with the fact I began sunning in the nude the summer after you were born. I liked the feeling of the sun on my body. I’m not sure what I liked so much, I just liked it. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I stopped a few years back.

Pat answered “because you think you look sexier with tan lines?”

“Yea, I know I said that, but only a few guys have seen me nude in the last year and never outside. So perhaps that wasn’t really true at all. I think I’ll go back to it.”

“Good, I’d like company out here this summer. I have already asked some of my friends if they wanted to join me, but I know they would think it was far our if my mother joined us out here naked.” Twyla said.

“I can keep your friends company too” Pat tried.

Both Twyla and her mom shot that one down. He figured they would do that, but he wasn’t sure that no wasn’t just for appearance sake. Perhaps he would join them eventually.

“What I meant was that when I was in the free love scene and people saw me nude a lot, I thought that I looked better with tan lines.

“Oh, well if you’re that eager. I’ll jump to another party I went to the next summer. Now by then my place was already the hang out and I’d balled a dozen of guys already, but I figure I should tell you about a party elsewhere. That was the summer of ’69 and free love was the rage. I went to a pool party at the home of someone from one of my classes. It was without a doubt the largest party I’ve ever been to. There had to be over a hundred people at a real ranch south of Ft. Worth. I guess the party had been going on a while when I got there because half the people were baked already. None of the girls wore their bikini tops and right off I could see at least ten girls and guys naked. Even though I’d been to several parties by then, those had always been no more than twenty friends or friends of friends and I think the largest was like ten people. But this party was so much bigger and initially I didn’t see anyone I knew. I milled about for a while in my street clothes. Across the pool I spotted the most beautiful woman I thought I’d ever seen. With a deep tan and what appeared to be a cream colored bikini. Perhaps I wasn’t all that much of a wall flower because she saw me just standing alone and headed my way. As she got closer, I realized in fact she was fully nude and the tan lines created an illusion of a bikini. I’d never before seen a woman with all of her pubic hair removed, but that is why the illusion was complete. There was no patch of hair down there. She seemed so much more….. more…well more naked than had she been tan all over. I was so impressed. Years later it was the memory of that look which prompted me to eventually start tanning nude. “

Twyla motioned for Pat to let her take over cranking.

“And did you get laid at the pool party?” Twyla asked a bit sarcastically.

“Damn, back in those days, I got laid a lot. Pretty much at a party like that if a guy asked me nicely, I’d do him. I didn’t see any reason not to. Not that I went out to many parties, maybe that is why I got all I could when I could. Babysitting and money were both issues, but for perhaps five years I made it to a couple of big parties each year. But, the reality was that by my second year at TCJC this house had become the with-it place to be. Obtaining an invite to come over from one of our little group was highly prized, especially among the new freshmen. I didn’t set out to make my little house an exclusive club, but there just wasn’t room for anyone who wanted to come to just show up. We found that out even in my first year.

Twyla pushed the wooden ice cream maker back to Pat after only about a dozen cranks, perhaps it was more difficult than she realize. When she did so though, she did not move from the position she’d taken to crank the ice cream maker. She remained seated with her thighs spread wide, knees up and feet on the ground.

Her mother seemed not to notice what Pat and her daughter were doing. She seemed lost in her memory. “I eventually did lose my clothes. OK, not eventually, almost immediately. I never did put on the bikini I’d brought. That was memorable because it was my first time to be nude in such a public place. I had gone nude here at the house for several years by then, but even being naked in the back yard with my girlfriends was nothing like doing it with so many people that I didn’t even know. It was super groovy. It was good I was used to sunning without a top. By the end of the afternoon there were a lot of sun burned tits that day.”

She laughed to herself. “There was lots of booze and drugs, but not really any sex out by the pool. Come to think of it I don’t remember so much as a blow job. When couples got randy they went in the house and did it in one of the bedrooms.

Pat had to work hard not to stare. With her legs spread the little strip of fabric, perhaps two inches wide that connected the two legs of her cut offs barely covered anything. He could tell for sure she was not wearing panties. On both sides of the center fabric strip a good bit of light brown pubic hairs showed on either side of that center strip of denim. She did not seem to care what he could see. Perhaps, he thought, the whole charade with offering to crank was done for this very purpose. After all she knew what she was wearing and the lack of panties was not an accident.