Marcie , Ramona’s Sapphic Saturday

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – Come back in time to the year 1961 and meet Marcie Shapiro and Ramona Rodriguez, two pretty 18-year-old high school seniors who live in a large mansion on Long Island. Jewish princess Marcie’s super wealthy parents own the fine house, while hot Latina Ramona’s mother is the live-in housekeeper, Ramona’s origins in Brooklyn far more humble.

Despite their differences in socio-economic status and backgrounds, Marcie and Ramona are really good friends. But just how close are the two girls? Join Marcie and Ramona when left alone for the evening and find out for yourself!

All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. All sexual activity is between characters aged 18 and older. Please enjoy reading about Marcie and Ramona’s secret feminine fun together, and rate and comment.

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Marcie Shapiro and Ramona Rodriguez lived at the same house in a pretty town situated on Long Island’s South Shore about an hour’s drive from New York City and had much in common on one hand, but very little in common on the other.

Both Marcie and Ramona were born in the fall of 1942 and were aged 18, and in the current year of 1961 would be graduating high school in June. They liked similar subjects in school, and had similar tastes in music, cinema and television. The two girls also had the annoyance of a sibling two years younger who saw the world in ways different from people who would be considered normal.

While Marcie had applied herself hard to study for her Bat Mitzvah aged 12, it was a completely different story for her younger brother Jacob for his Bar Mitzvah several years after this. All Jacob did in Jewish classes was mess around and act the class clown, he clearly wished he was somewhere else on the day itself and generally was indifferent at best to all things connected with Judaism. Then one day aged 15 Jacob had tripped running, knocked his head on the sidewalk and when he came around and recovered from concussion in hospital there was an amazing change in the boy.

Suddenly Jacob was not so much interested but obsessed with all things connected to the Jewish religion, and took to wearing a yarmulke at all times despite no other members of his family doing so except for religious occasions. He also made a nuisance of himself with the family’s Rabbi, constantly talking to him during visits to the house or at temple and calling him on the phone at all hours, and it took all of the poor man’s patience and tolerance to be polite to the teenager. That Jacob had developed a crush on the Rabbi’s pretty teenage daughter Becky in recent months only helped push Rabbi Goldstein closer to insanity than sanity.

While Jacob made a pest of himself with his sudden and somewhat obsessive love of Judaism both with his own family and the long-suffering Rabbi Goldstein and the Rabbi’s wife and kids, Ramona’s younger sister Luciana – always called Lucy – had some pretty cuckoo ideas of her own. The space race between America and the Soviet Union was in full flight, with Russian Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin having travelled into space in April and American Astronaut Alan Shepard having completed the feat earlier in the month. There was talk of a man orbiting the Earth perhaps as early as 1962, and new President John F. Kennedy had recently suggested that man might even land on the moon before the decade was completed. The space race also meant that artificial satellites both American and Soviet orbited the Earth, and it was this that caused Lucy much anxiety.

Lucy constantly fretted that the American and Soviet satellites could spy on her when she was using the bathroom and would therefore know when she went to the toilet or had her period. Despite Ramona and their mother Claudia telling her how absurd this was Lucy kept right on with these weird and paranoid thoughts, and Ramona worried that one day Lucy would say this to the wrong person – such as the school guidance officer or a doctor – and that men with butterfly nets would turn up in a white van, capture Lucy and take her away to a safe place.

But all of this was nothing new for the younger of the two Rodriguez sisters. As a child Lucy was so terrified of dinosaurs that the only way she could cope with them was by pretending they never existed in the first place and as a teenager years later she still stated while trying to hide an anxious expression that dinosaurs were made up.

Growing up Lucy also feared communists, such as them hiding behind bushes and lurking around dark corners or in alleyways at night, plotting to abduct her and take her away to a socialist country in Eastern Europe deep behind the Iron Curtain. The younger Lucy had also been paranoid about catching polio and became a quite a hypochondriac thinking that every minor ailment that she suffered such as a slight headache or sore throat was the first sign of infantile paralysis. This continued even Antep Escort Bayan when both Ramona and Lucy were given the Salk vaccine as soon as it was released in the mid-1950s.

So while a loopy younger sibling was something that was something that Marcie and Ramona had in common, the girls had a lot of differences. One was faith, with the Shapiro family being Jewish and the Rodriguez family with their Latin American origins being of Roman Catholic background. More significant was the difference in wealth and social status between the families.

Howard Shapiro, the father of Marcie and Jacob, was a very wealthy man, a millionaire many times over and worked in a luxurious office high up in the Empire State Building. He and his wife Ruth, Marcie and Jacob’s mother, obviously owned the fine mansion where they all lived. The Shapiro family’s magnificent house which also boasted a swimming pool and tennis court was located in a part of town with ocean views and really was an example of how Long Island’s super wealthy lived.

Claudia was employed by Mr. and Mrs. Shapiro as a live-in housekeeper, and she certainly had a full time job looking after the mansion. The Rodriguez family lived on the first floor of the house, Claudia having one bedroom, Ramona and Lucy sharing another and Claudia and her two daughters had a small living room and their own bathroom. There wasn’t any need to make room for Mr. Rodriguez, he had always been irresponsible and taken off when the girls were very young, leaving Claudia to raise Ramona and Lucy on her own. Lucy didn’t remember her father at all, and Ramona’s last dim memory of him was when the family visited the Statue of Liberty for a rare family outing shortly before leaving his wife and daughters’ lives forever. The live in position of maid had come up eight years ago, Claudia had applied for the job and was the successful applicant and the family had lived here ever since.

Ramona certainly wasn’t complaining. It was pretty swell living in a huge mansion, and Mr. and Mrs. Shapiro were great employers to her mother, and very nice to Ramona and Lucy. They were allowed to use the swimming pool and tennis court, and Ramona had become quite accomplished at tennis practicing on the court with Marcie Shapiro, who was quite a star at the sport and played it at competition level.

There was always the employer/employee divide between the two families as could be expected, for example they never ate or socialized together outside of the house, but living here was pretty good. It was better than the situation for Claudia’s sister who was also a live-in housekeeper and single mother to two teenage daughters. The wealthy family for whom they worked made it absolutely clear that they were servants and that was it, very different from the Shapiro family. From talking to her cousins, Ramona felt like this house was something like Berlin. It was one city but with a massive divide between the Western Zone and the communist Eastern Zone, a chasm so great that there was even talk about dividing the zones with a wall.

Ramona was very happy with her living situation, but even if her family was still living in the cramped Brooklyn apartment in the middle of the projects where she had spent her formative years Ramona could not have felt anything but happy on this beautiful Saturday. The late spring weather across all five boroughs and into upstate New York and New Jersey was picture perfect, flawless blue skies with not a single cloud to be seen, golden sunshine and warm temperatures, more like July or August but with none of the humidity often seen during these months in New York. If this was a taste of what was to come, then the summer of 1961 was going to be a nice one.

It had been a pretty good day for Ramona, who had worked a morning shift at the grocery store where she had a part time job before returning home in the mid afternoon after meeting some of her friends from school at a local diner and playing records on the jukebox. Now it was getting on towards evening, and Ramona sat at the kitchen table working on her geography assignment that was due in first thing on Monday. Ramona had told her mother that she had to do a lot more work to complete the assignment than she had to do in reality to get out of going to her grandparents’ house in Brooklyn for dinner this evening.

A meal with her grandparents was always an ordeal. They were very old fashioned, insisting that ‘children should be seen and not heard’ even though Ramona and Lucy at 18 and 16 respectively were not children. The two girls were always ordered to sit up straight at the table, not speak a word, to use their cutlery as though they had gone to England and were having dinner with the Queen and for some reason were never allowed to drink anything, not even water, with their meal. Any transgression would be met with sharp reprimands delivered in Spanish spoken at a million miles per hour.

Lucy was going out with her mother to have dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, unlike Ramona she wasn’t bright enough to think up some excuse to get out of it. Ramona wasn’t complaining. Lucy was as nutty as a fruitcake and she was glad to have a few hours free of her. Besides being crazy, Lucy was also a misanthrope so in something of a paradox, an unenjoyable Saturday at her grandparents’ house was something for Lucy to look forward to because then she could be miserable about it.

“I’ll see you later Ramona,” said Claudia as she took her car keys out of her purse and walked by her older daughter, younger daughter Lucy in tow.

“See you later Mom, Lucy, give my love to Grandma and Grandpa,” Ramona called back. While Ramona had lived away from Brooklyn for some years, the distinctive accent of this Borough was still clear in her voice, and this was the same with Claudia and Lucy too. The teenager heard her mother open and then close the door, then the car start and reverse down the driveway, leaving her alone at the table with her geography homework.

Ramona swept her long dark brown hair back from her forehead as she tackled the extra credit question, and her exceptionally pretty face with big dark brown eyes showed her concentration. If there was a beauty contest exclusively for pretty Latina girls in the New York area, young Ramona would be a strong chance of winning given her good looks and fine figure. She always dressed nice and in a way that flattered her, today wearing a light blue dress with a swing-style skirt and a matching blue hairband, white flat-heeled shoes on her feet. When Ramona passed by boys, most could not resist a second look at the stunning young Latina girl.

There were no boys in the house tonight to check out pretty Ramona, however, just one other person who like Ramona was aged 18 and had two X chromosomes. Mr. and Mrs. Shapiro had gone out to an event in the city and would not be back until late in the evening, while Jacob had gone out to have dinner with Rabbi and Mrs. Goldstein, where he would no doubt pester the Rabbi all evening while fawning all over the Rabbi’s daughter Becky.

Ramona was just putting the finishing touches to the extra credit question when the only other person left in the house – 18-year-old Marcie Shapiro – made her appearance, Ramona looking up as Marcie appeared in the doorway. And while Ramona would be a strong chance of winning a beauty contest for Latina girls in New York, if a similar contest was held exclusively for Jewish girls then young Marcie Shapiro would be a short priced favorite to win.

Pretty Marcie looked as stunning as ever, the slim teenager dressed in a pink blouse and matching pink skirt that came down to just above her knees, and like Ramona Marcie wore white flat-heeled shoes on her bare feet. Marcie’s long light brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail with a pink ribbon, which accentuated her beauty. The young Jewish girl looked at Ramona with her pretty eyes. Both Ramona and Marcie had stunningly attractive brown eyes with long lashes, but Marcie’s irises were lighter than those of Ramona, whose Latina origins gave her dark brown eyes.

“So Ramona, would you prefer to spend Saturday evening being a square and studying your geography assignment, or would you prefer to not be a square and come and listen to some of my new records in my bedroom?” Marcie asked.

Ramona smiled and pretended to consider it. “Option two please Marcie.”

Marcie laughed her good-natured laugh and wagged her finger at Ramona in mock admonishment. “Not doing your homework and listening to sinful rock and roll music instead, I don’t know young lady.”

Ramona got up from the table and walked with Marcie to her bedroom. “I actually only had one question left to do, I finished most of the assignment this week. I just made it sound like I had tons of work to do so I could get out of going to dinner at my grandparents’ house with Mom and Lucy.”

“How is Lucy anyway? I’ve hardly caught sight of her all week,” said Marcie.

Ramona rolled her eyes, spun her index finger in a circle near her temple and laughed. “Cuckoo as usual, completely loco. Worse still, I think its spread to me. Can being crazy be contagious?”

“Contagious?” Marcie looked puzzled.

“Yeah, you know how Lucy is scared of American and Soviet satellites spying on her? Well the other day I was walking to the bus stop to get the bus to school, and I was looking up and the sky wondering if satellites were watching me, recording what I do all day, every day, and I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head all day. I spend way too much time listening to my sister.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but lately I’ve been thinking about how much these new satellites can see,” said Marcie with a laugh. “Like the other day I was in the pool, and I was thinking perhaps creepy men in the American and Soviet space agencies in Washington were watching me through the images of these new satellites.”

“You can thank my little sister for putting those ideas in your head,” said Ramona.

The girls entered Marcie’s large bedroom on the second floor, the décor of which was mostly pink, much like the clothes she was wearing this evening. Posters of handsome young male singers and actors covered the walls. Among the posters was one of Frankie Avalon, another one of rock and roll singer and emerging actor Elvis Presley, who had just completed a stint in the US Army and who was a heartthrob for many teenage girls, Marcie and Ramona no exception.

Marcie got out a selection of records that she and Ramona both liked, Marcie putting the first one on the record player with the cheerful lyrics of Connie Francis filling Marcie’s bedroom. The two girls removed their shoes leaving both teenagers barefoot. Sitting on Marcie’s bed together, Ramona and Marcie’s knees were slightly open, and if a lucky young man had been in the same bedroom with the two pretty teenage girls he would have seen that underneath Marcie’s pink skirt and Ramona’s blue dress both teens wore white panties.

Sometimes Marcie and Ramona sat on the bed listening to the records and discussing what they liked about the songs and artists. For livelier tunes the two girls would get up and dance barefoot around Marcie’s bedroom furniture like they were dancers on the TV show American Bandstand. Other times they would sing along with the songs, holding up two of Marcie’s hairbrushes to their mouths to simulate microphones, both teenagers laughing and having great fun.

“Well, there’s one thing that’s clear about modern music,” said Marcie, as she walked on her bare feet to the record player, took the record off the turntable and returned it to its sleeve.

“That our parents and grandparents don’t approve?” asked Ramona, as she flexed and un-flexed the toes on her pretty bare feet. Her Mom wasn’t 100 percent comfortable with modern music especially rock and roll, but her grandparents thought it was terrible, an affront to God and that those who indulged in listening it would when they died be cast into Hell to burn in eternal damnation.

“Yeah, definitely that but if you want to have a son who is a successful singer when he grows up, call him Robert.”

“Robert?”

“Yeah Robert, Bobby for short,” said Marcie. “Bobby Darin, Bobby Vee, Bobby Vinton, Bobby Rydell, Bobby Helms and Bobby Lewis to name just six.”

Ramona laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, I never really thought about that. But what if you only have daughters?”

“Call one of them Roberta and again Bobbie for short. Okay, I can’t name any female singers called Bobbie right now, but maybe in the future. Sounds like a good name for a country singer.”

Marcie pointed at the door to her bathroom. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She turned on her bare feet and went inside, closing the door behind herself. Not a lot of 18-year-old girls were lucky enough to have their own private bathroom, but being from such a wealthy family Marcie was an exception. In the bathroom, Marcie lifted her pink skirt and pulled her white full-brief panties down to around her ankles, before sitting down barefoot on the toilet.

Being such good friends for so long Marcie and Ramona had no qualms about talking to each other through the bathroom door when one of them was on the toilet, and on the occasions Marcie and Ramona went out somewhere together and both needed the ladies’ room, they would use the toilet stalls next to each other so they could talk.

Today was no exception, and Ramona stood outside the bathroom door talking with Marcie while she was in there, the girls talking about a new Sandra Dee movie they had recently seen and enjoyed. Ramona heard Marcie unwinding toilet paper a few times then her friend flushed the toilet, Ramona hearing Marcie washing her hands over the sound of the cistern refilling, before Marcie opened the door and emerged, the young girl adjusting her panties through her skirt.

“Now I need to go to the bathroom,” said Ramona.

Marcie laughed. “Be my guest, you don’t need to ask for permission to get the lavatory pass, we’re not at school today,” she said as Ramona went into the bathroom and closed the door behind herself.

This time, the roles were reversed and Marcie was the one who stood outside the bathroom door as inside Ramona sat barefoot on the toilet, her blue swing-style dress hitched up around her waist and her white full-brief panties down around her ankles. As before the two girls talked about movies, this time about an upcoming film they were looking forward to, beach movie set on the Jersey Shore starring two of the girls’ favorite young actors, Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello.

Like Ramona had with her earlier, Marcie heard Ramona unwinding toilet paper several times, then the pretty young Latina flushing the toilet and washing her hands, before emerging adjusting her panties through her skirt.

“If I had just one wish it would be to swap places with Annette Funicello for just one day,” said Marcie. “Imagine how swell it would be working with Frankie Avalon?”