I’ve posted one story about public sex with my ex Beth, back in the still-swinging ’70s. Probably three more stories to follow about Beth, starting with this one.
At New Year’s on the year we started dating, Beth was living with her first serious boyfriend. She soon dumped him and went through a series of 3-4 guys over the next five months or so. (I heard those stories later!)
At the time we got together, she was officially in a long-distance relationship with a friend of mine, a grad student at the university where we were all students. Unfortunately for poor Steve, he was working on a summer job in a far northern location from mid-May to the end of August. The only form of communication back then was letter mail, picked up and delivered by float plane once a week. Beth relieved me of my burdensome virginity in late June, and we spent the next two months in a heated sexual frenzy, interrupted only by work and classes. Every week, she would get Steve’s flowery declarations of love and passion in the mail. These she did not share, but I gathered from the blushes on her face as she read each letter that his vivid writing did get her heated up, (not that this required much). She never responded to him, but as the weeks went by, she did get increasingly nervous. I was the guy she really wanted, but she was unable to break the news to Steve by mail.