The Summer of ‘75 was a rough one. I was still licking my wounds after a bitter divorce at 23 and trying to regain my footing. I was staying at my childhood home while my parents were on an extended summer long European vacation. Barbara had lived across the street from us since I was in junior high. She was the proverbial early 60’s California surfer girl that the Beach Boys immortalized in song. Ironically when the Beach Boys played locally once there was a photo of her and Mike Love together in the local paper. Her folks had owned a music store in town and the rumor was she had banged Love. If not true, it was at least a nice fantasy for this 13-year-old boy living across the street from her a few years’ later. When I was in high school, she was in her middle 20’s and married. Barb would always do her gardening in a Gidget era bikini, and I jacked off many a time peaking at her from my bedroom window. Her body was tan, tight, petite, and a 10 in every way. She was now in her mid 30’s and still gardening in a bikini and still looking great! And at 23 I was still beating off to her through my bedroom window 10 years later!

My mom had told me Barb had gotten a divorce several years before and kept the house. I remember her husband as being kind of a dork and never understood how they hooked up in the first place. I recall having only spoken to Barb just a handful times as a kid and decided maybe it was time to be a friendly neighbor now that I was a fully grown man. I had just returned from surfing and saw Barb outside her house. I figured what better time to break the ice than when I had my surfer baggies on, my board racked on top of my car and had my best beach look going on. I pulled in her driveway to reintroduce myself.

“Hey, Barb, remember me!”

“I sure do! Boy, you grew up to be a stud!” She said with a giggle. Barb was just what the doctor ordered right then!

We talked and caught up on the last ten years of life, both our divorces, and how fast time flies. I could not take my eyes off Barb’s body the whole time. I could sense Barb was checking me out too in our mutual admiration society. Then Barb asked if I would like to come over later and continue to ‘catch up’. I could think of nothing I would rather do than ‘catch up’ with Barb! This was going well!

I went back home and took a quick shower, shaved, and spiffed up a bit before I headed back on over. Barb was in her backyard with a glass of wine. She was in a sheer spaghetti strap sun dress with what appeared to be no panties or bra. She was smoking hot, and I was already working on a boner.

We drank wine and talked on this beautiful warm Summer’s night comparing life notes. It was very comfortable and inviting. I had rolled a joint for the occasion in case she smoked and offered it. She said she had not smoked pot in a while but thought it might be fun this night, and in retrospect she was right!

After smoking the joint and drinking a little wine, Barb and I were pretty stoned. I even admitted to having a crush on her and spying at her out my window as a kid. I left out the masturbating part, but I did tell her she was always my ultimate ‘daydream fantasy girl’ as a kid. She just kept on drunkenly repeating “That is so sweet.” as my confessions went on. I actually caught myself and wondered if I had said too much and apologized to Barb if I was being too forward. She replied,”No way! I needed to hear this in my 30’s. I am very flattered. And coming from such a handsome younger man makes it even more precious to me.”