My Corvette Summer

by woodmanone

Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Romantic Story: The adventure of a life time for a boy who grows into a man

This story is based on fact. Some literary license has been taken to make it a better read. Your comments are both payment and helpful to this author. Thanks for reading my story, Enjoy.

This is the story about the most important summer of my life. The summer that I finally became a man and realized who I am. It was My Corvette Summer.

Hi there. Nice to meet you. My name is Francis Xavier O'Reilly. Frank to my friends and Francis to my dad and mom when I was in trouble. I was called Francis a lot growing up. I had a very adventurous childhood. I'm 26, six feet and 195 pounds. Not a big lad, but solid. As you can tell by my name I'm of Irish and Catholic decent. It's not really important, but I'm proud of my heritage. I was 21 at the time this story began. The time frame for my story is the early 70's.

I enlisted in the military right out of high school. After serving three years in the goddamn stupid army, I mustered out. I had planned to make a career in the military, but became disillusioned and disgusted with the service. I had gotten out in April and planned to start college in June. I was going to the summer session to get a head start.

A little aside here: I have nothing but respect for the everyday soldiers. The grunts, noncoms, and lower echelon officers do a great job in trying circumstances. They are heroes in everyday life. God Bless Them. It is the big brass that disgusted and disillusioned me.

I was stationed in Germany. A Major ordered my First Sergeant to get a squad together for a run to the base garbage dump. When we loaded the truck we realized that we were loading food that was still good. It should have been used, not thrown away.

The reason the Major wanted the food dumped was to maintain his food budget. The food to be dumped was surplus. In the military and other government agencies, if you don't use this year's entire budget and have a surplus, the next year's budget will be decreased. This stupid way of budgeting is the cause of a lot of waste.

The First Sergeant and the rest of us thought it was stupid to dump perfectly good food. We, as a squad, decided to take the food to a local orphanage. The Sarge was smart about it, he called the local TV station and they sent a news crew. This is called cover your ass. The Major wouldn't dare raise hell with us, we were celebrities. This incident is why I left the goddamn stupid army.

Sorry, pet peeve. Back to my story.

As I said, I had gotten out in April. This was May and a couple of friends, Sal and Tony, and I were at a drive in just hanging out. It was a Steak n Shake if you must know. The deal was you go there to eat in your car and then just hang out. You could see friends or make new ones and have a good time. Cheap, harmless fun.

I was driving my "new" car that I had bought with the money I received when I got out of the service. It was a cherry 57 Chevy convertible. A car pulled in next to me and Tony said to check that out.

Looking to my left, I saw an older model Corvette, 56 I think. The driver was a very attractive female. I asked Tony, "The car or the chick?"

"Both," Tony answered. "They are both awesome."

I took a closer look and yep, Tony was right. The car was pristine and the girl or woman was even better. She had long blond hair styled in a ponytail. The tail stuck through the back of the baseball cap she wore. Very sexy to an ex-soldier boy or to any red blooded young man for that matter.

She placed her order with the car hop. (In those days' people, usually girls would come out to your car to take and deliver your order). Then she did the coolest thing. The glove box area had been taken out and a record turntable had been installed. She placed a LP record on the turntable and played it. So cool. We were still fighting with 8 tracks and bad radio.

After the car hop brought the woman's order and left, I heard her say, "Damn, no ketchup."

This was the opening I needed to meet her. I got out of my Chevy, grabbed the ketchup from our tray, and walked around to her side of the car. "Your wish is my command," I told her as I gave her the squeeze bottle of ketchup. Corny I know, but it got a smile from her along with her thanks.

I squatted down to talk to her. Her name was Robin Stiles, 26, from the Chicago area, and was on her way to California. No reason, she just wanted to see California and the Pacific Ocean. To an impressionable young man she was a goddess.

We had been talking for about 20 minutes when Robin invited me into her car. She said she didn't want my knees to buckle on me when I stood up. I laughed and got into the passenger seat. Of course, my knees were screaming at me as I stood up. I think I hid the pain pretty well.

Robin was a widow, her husband, Brad, was killed by a drunk driver three years ago. She told me six months ago she decided to take some time for herself and go wherever the wind blew her. The Corvette had been her husband's pride and joy. Robin thought he would like the fact that the car was making the trips that they had planned to take together.

I was mesmerized by her and hung on her every word. You see, I didn't know what to make of or how to handle a woman like Robin. I could hold my own with the girls in high school and around the neighborhood. I had some fine experiences in Germany and other places the army had sent me. But I had no experience with someone like her. The army had taught me how to be a soldier but had neglected to train me about women like Robin.

Our conversations went on for about two hours. Finally, Robin said she had to try and find a cheap motel for the next few nights. This was Wednesday night and she was going to stay in town until Monday. Then it was on to the west coast and the ocean.

The one thing (well one of the things anyway) that my First Sergeant had yelled at us about in combat training was that we should adapt, adjust, and overcome. I adapted and adjusted from that awestruck young man to a take charge guy. "Robin, why don't you stay with my folks and me?" I suggested hopefully. "I mean no funny business or anything."

"Frank, I couldn't impose on your family. Besides don't you think you should check with your parents first?"

"Dad is always kidding me about bringing home strays and... "Not that you're a stray, I mean..." This woman flustered me just being there, much less talking to me.

Robin was laughing at me and said, "Take it easy, I know what you meant."

I told her about our four bedroom house. That only two bedrooms were being used since by brother had gotten married last year. I also told her that my dad would like to meet her, if for no other reason than her Corvette. He has a thing about classic cars. Robin agreed to stay with us, if it was okay with my parents. This was before cell phones and I didn't want to call my folks anyway. Seek forgiveness, don't ask permission. That was something else I learned in the army.

"Tony, take my car and drive Sal home. Then come to the house. I will ride with Robin to show her the way," I was giving orders just like my First Sergeant. Tony lived across the street from me and he could get home after dropping my car off.

If Robin hadn't already won my heart, she did with her next question. "Would you like to drive, since you know the way?"

I was in heaven. A beautiful car to drive and a beautiful woman next to me. It couldn't get any better than this. I would find out later that it could get better. The trip to my house took longer than usual. I didn't want to stop driving the Corvette nor did I want the magic between Robin and me to stop either. I least I felt like it was magical.

My dad was on the front porch waiting for us. Tony had already dropped off my car. He had knocked on my door, handed my dad the keys to my car, and told Dad that I was bringing a chick home with me. Ergo, my dad waiting on us.

Robin and I parked the Corvette in the drive and I took her to meet my dad. From the look he gave me, I began to think this wasn't my best idea ever. After the introductions, Dad surprised me. I have never seen him be so charming. Maybe it was because Robin was gorgeous or the way she presented herself. Probably it was that Robin was a woman and not some airhead young girl.

Robin met my mom and they went into the kitchen to talk. It was decided that Robin should have the larger of the two empty bedrooms. Dad crooked his finger at me and went outside to the front porch. Oh shit, I would rather have my sarge on my ass than to have to face Dad.

As soon as we closed the door Dad asked me, "What were you thinking Frank? She seems to be a very nice person, but we don't know anything about her."

"Dad, you have always taught me to trust my instincts. That's what I'm doing here."

"Are you trusting your instincts or you Johnson?" (For those of you who don't know what a, wait; you all know what I mean. Never mind.)

I told Dad her story. Robin being a widow, it was her husband's car, taking the trips they had planned, all of it. He calmed down after I told him about it.

Dad looked at me and gave me a little smile. "I guess I keep forgetting that you're a man now Frank. I know one of the reasons you helped her is how she looks. Can't fault you taste. By the way don't tell your mother I said that. But I know the other things you told me was also part of your reasoning. Good job, son."

For the next few days, Robin and I were inseparable. I showed her all the highlights of our city. I also took her to some of the spots that the locals went to, away from all the touristy places. One of the best parts was that we took the Corvette and she let me drive.

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