Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Workplace, Light Bond, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, First, Oral Sex, Petting, Safe Sex, Sex Toys, Slow,
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is the continuation of the story told in "A Well-Lived Life", Books 1 through 10. If you haven't read "A Well-Lived Life", you'll have some difficulty following the story. Like the first series, there is a lot of dialogue and introspection.
March, 2005, Chicago, Illinois
I was sitting in my office writing in my journal, typing on the brand-new G5 iMac that had replaced my dual-G4 Mac Pro. I was very happy that I no longer had to write out my journal entries longhand! First I’d moved to the Apple II, and then the Macintosh. I’d had quite a few models over the years, and despite the business being mostly Windows and Linux-based, I still preferred the Mac for personal use.
“Dad?” Matthew said coming into the office.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, clicking away on the keys.
“I want to join the Navy instead of going to college.”
I stopped typing and pushed the keyboard away from me. He was telling me, not asking me, which was what I’d always taught him to do. I didn’t have an issue with what he’d said, but I needed to make sure that he had thought things through.
“Tell me why,” I said.
“I’ve had enough of school, really. I’m sick and tired of it. And the training would be excellent. I talked to Commander Shaughnessy and she thinks I’m almost certain to get assigned to nuclear school, especially if I volunteer for submarines. I’d have to do well on the ASVAB, but that should be a piece of cake.”
I chuckled involuntarily. One of Matthew’s quirks was that when he wanted to escape, he would sit in the back of his closet, with the lights out, with a pillow, a blanket, and a flashlight, and read. Being cooped up on a sub would be something like that!
“I guess all those years reading in that small closet will pay off! Did you talk to your grandfather?”
“I did. He said it’s a bit hard to compare his old four-stack, oil-burning, World War I-era destroyers to a modern submarine! Anyway, there’s a fantastic bonus structure - if I re-up after four years, I’ll be able to get $75,000 as a signing bonus. That’ll make it easy to buy a house. And ‘nucs’ get promoted much more quickly. I could make 1st Class in five years, if I bust my ass.”
I knew he’d do that. If there was one thing that was certain, it was that Matthew was an overachiever. He was easily bored, and that had hurt his grades a bit, but not terribly so.
“Did you talk with Chelsea about this?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s OK with it. She’s got two more years at Northwestern, so she’ll be graduating just about the time I would finish nuclear school, which is either in Charleston, South Carolina or Ballston Spa, New York. I don’t want to go on a boomer, so I wouldn’t be out to sea for four months or more like they do. Chelsea’s going to teach middle school like Aunt Kathy is now, so she can get a job anywhere.”
If he knew where the nuclear training schools were, that meant he’d done his research, which was another good sign.
“Planning for your future together?” I grinned.
“Since she was eight and I was five!” he laughed. “Do I have a choice?”
I remembered that day. Chelsea had been visiting with her parents. She had seen Matthew come into the room, and went over to him, hugged him, kissed him on the lips, and announced that she was going to marry him. He’d run out of the room with a look of sheer terror on his face. That had all changed about four years ago. Since then, they’d spent their summers together, and during the school year, they’d burned cell phone minutes like they were going out of style. Now that she was at Northwestern, they were together every weekend.
“No, you don’t! I remember that!” I chuckled. “I thought you were going to run away from home!”
“I figured out girls aren’t so bad,” he smirked. “Especially her!”
He had indeed. They’d been a couple since he was fourteen and she was seventeen, and that made Matthew the odd-man out amongst our older kids. He was the one who might well marry his first love, with neither of them ever having been with anyone else. The other kids, especially Jesse and Birgit, were much more like me.
“Did you talk to your mom about the Navy?” I asked.
He sighed, “Yes. She’s not thrilled with the idea, but she said I had to make my own decisions, just like you always say.”
That was exactly the response that I’d expected from his mom.
“You don’t turn eighteen until May. Will she sign the papers? Or do I need to?”
“She will. She agrees with you on most things, Dad. She’s just a mom. They’re different.”
“Stay for the night. You’re so busy these days I don’t see you as much as I’d like to, especially since you all moved to Oswego.”
“Mom said you would say that. I have my bag in the car. You know Mom; she wanted someplace quiet with good schools. That’s why she moved there before I started Junior High.”
“I know. Do you remember when we all lived here?”
He smiled, “That was crazy; Birgit, Ashley, me, Michael, Albert, and Stephie, and Jesse was next door! And Aunt Stephanie was here with her two kids most of the time!”
“How’s your mom’s boyfriend?” I grinned.
“He’s super nice. You know I like him. He’s been teaching us proper Spanish. She never did tell us when she first met him. I assume you know?”
“October of 1982, if memory serves. But they were apart for a long, long time. I was happy when they managed to reconnect. Are you coming to dinner with them next weekend?”
“I have a date with Chelsea,” he grinned.
He was very much like me in that he definitely had his priorities straight. Your true love was too important to ignore.