Chapter 10

When Eddie got to his bunk, he saw several letters. The first letter was from Valda, and the author has already revealed how that relationship turned out. The second letter was just a quickly jotted note from Lorna Phillips, telling him how she hated him for causing her morning sickness. She ended it with love, however, and a lipstick imprint of her lips. His third missive was a surprise. It was from Gloria Franklin. She’d decided to keep her married name. In the letter she thanked him for being so accepting of Edward and apologized for blindsiding him. She also told him she’d heard from Edward, and he’d told her how he and Eddie had bonded, and he looked toward Eddie as a father figure, despite being raised by another man. Lastly, she said she’d be thrilled to see him if he ever visited his hometown. She’d enclosed a snapshot of herself, so Eddie could see how old she was getting. Eddie thought she was still very attractive, and he felt pangs for his lost love.

The three remaining letters were from his children. Breeanne was effusive in her feelings of want and need for his physical love. Marley’s letter was nearly the same, but dwelt in the future tense, because they had no history, conjugally. Steven’s letter was the longest and contained more information about himself and the activities of his mother Carol. Steven told how he’d been servicing the new-mother MILF, but when he discovered she was so highly sexed that she’d taken on two other of his classmates, who lived in military housing, he broke it off with her. At the same time, Mrs. Brady had recently become much friendlier towards him, and he aspired to be her lover, despite her seemingly close relationship with his mother. Eddie felt he should get SM1 Brady’s perspective on the situation, soon. It had been quite a mixed mail call.

Standing duty the next day, he’d had the quarterdeck watch from 1200 to 1600. It was a nice, quiet Sunday, and he relished the chance to just relax. After his watch, he visited the signal bridge to see if Flags was in his office. He was, and he invited Eddie inside. The signal bridge was deserted, so they were able to talk freely.

“Hi, chief. Are you wondering if my wife has been able to seduce your wife, yet?” SM1 Brady opened.

“Something like that. Like I said before, I wouldn’t mind if she had an outlet, to keep her sanity.” Eddie admitted.

“According to Veronica, she has gone down on your wife, but your wife is reluctant to reciprocate, though she is willing to use her fingers to bring my wife off. Your wife has attended a couple parties, but stays in the background and only observes, though Veronica says she’s seen her masturbating herself while she watched. I guess that’s something. That’s all I’ve got, except Veronica says your son is being very attentive to her. I guess he’s a horndog like his old man. No offense, chief.” Flags advised.

“None taken. I have to ask, however: is your wife thinking of seducing my son and then trying to get him and my wife together in a threesome, like I had mentioned, though it wasn’t a request.” Eddie probed.

“I’ve never mentioned to my wife what you and I have talked about. What’s between us is between us. I’m just keeping you informed of what my wife is doing with your wife. Is that how you see it?” Flags admitted.

“Yes. And I appreciate how this has been working out. This is not my first six-month cruise, but I have no idea what my wife was up to on the others I’ve made. I guess I took it for granted that she was raising our kids and being the ‘stick in the mud’ I’ve always thought she was.” Eddie confessed.

“I’ll be sure to keep you posted, chief.”

“Thanks, Flags.”

Eddie did put in a call to Phyllis Mitchell in the early evening. Since it was not a school day, he was almost certain she had heard nothing from any of his six young lovers. Tomorrow, it may be a different matter, so he set plans for a dinner date with the teacher. If things went badly, he could always take Al to use the reservations he’d made. If things worked out, perhaps he could parlay dinner into an invitation to her residence, wherever that may be. The conversation was pleasant, but not very informative for either participant. She requested to meet him at the restaurant, which he foresaw as a failsafe device, denying him knowledge of where she lived. She was being cautious, which he expected.

Monday morning at quarters, each division officer read a letter from ComSeventhFleet, with an addendum from their captain. It was basically an ‘attaboy’ for everyone’s attendance at the soiree on Friday and thanked everyone for making it an ‘incident free’ affair, thus not embarrassing the Navy and the State Department. The captain threw in a ‘Bravo Zulu” (well done). [It was never publicized, but no less than four pregnancies and ten cases of STDs resulted from that soiree. None of them from Eddie and Al’s women.] Many tales concerning the soiree were circulated around the ship in the following days, and there was scuttlebutt about a couple of chiefs who had been held hostage by a group of women, making them sex slaves for the weekend. Of course, this was never substantiated, and it eventually became another urban tale (sea story).
Just to make sure he still had a date, Eddie called Phyllis Mitchell at 1700 hours, to verify she was still meeting him. She acted puzzled by his call but reiterated her acceptance of their dinner date. He was pleased to find the women did not necessarily ‘kiss and tell’. As was his habit, Eddie arrived at the dinner venue in advance of his reservation time and waited at the entrance after checking in with the maître d. Phyllis arrived on time, commenting on how she loved punctuality. She was dressed conservatively, as expected, given her profession. After they were seated and while they perused the menu, she told him she hadn’t expected him to really call her for a date. Phyllis caught him totally off-guard by teasing:

“I don’t get asked out many times, so I guess you must really be a horny sailor, to want to date me.”

Eddie, mouth agape at her statement, replied:

“I must admit, I’m not that horny right now, but why don’t you have many dates? You’re an attractive woman.”

“Word gets around that I’m a liberal, erudite bitch, and men don’t want to spend the night debating my views on certain subjects. I guess you haven’t been in town long enough to be warned away from me.” she advised.

Not above using shock tactics, Eddie commented:

“Well, I have no desire to debate anything. Everyone has their stances on subjects they’re passionate about. I had hoped for a quiet meal, during which I could coax you into inviting me back to your place so I could fuck your socks off!”

He could see the shock in her eyes, but she didn’t miss a beat:

“So, let’s see what the chef has for us, then we’ll see what the rest of the evening portends. I have to say that is the most direct proposal I have ever been given. No discreet innuendoes, no sly comments about my physical being, and no promises of everlasting ecstasy. I like that, Eddie. You are direct, and from what I hear, a consummate lover.”

“Oh, shit, here it comes” he thought, and showed his surprise.

“Yes, chief Eddie, my ladies were effusive in their praise. I know they promised not to reveal the name of their sexual magician, but they felt so sorry for poor, neglected me, they talked you up. So, my interest is piqued. Did you have sufficient time to recover? I’m amazed at the audacity of my ladies, but they’re naturally curious and wont to explore. I am aware of some of their emotional concerns and neuroses, since I’m a degreed psychologist, besides being a teacher. In their sharing, I saw an image of a sympathetic and caring man who had their best interests at heart. I commend you, and think I want to see how you operate, without a couch and diploma on the wall.” she smiled.

“With that kind of lead in, I’m not sure I want to engage you in any kind of activity.” Eddie confessed.
“Oh, no, you have me intrigued, so unless you get up and leave, after paying the bill of course, I plan on taking you home for a test drive.” she admitted.

Despite his mind dwelling on his immediate future, Eddie found the food to be excellent, at least from the perspective of a frigate sailor who ate anything that was served. The conversation was not academic, political, nor argumentative in any way. They each talked about their life, in broad terms, and by the time dessert was offered and declined, they were ready to go to Phyllis’ home. Her residence was on campus grounds but on a street which was adjacent to non-school properties, so she could come and go without being subject to gossip, for the most part. It was early enough so when the cab dropped them off, her neighbors took no notice. Once inside, Eddie felt her place simply reeked of academia with every wall covered with a bookcase brimming with books. It was tidy and suspected of being lived in by a person with OCD.

They had been served wine with their meal, and now Phyllis offered Eddie another glass, which he took and sipped sparingly. She wanted to dance with him again, so she put on a CD of dance music. Taking her in his arms, they danced through three songs, as he held her close, and kissed her neck as she ground her pelvis against his erection. As the last song ended, she shut off the machine and, taking him by the hand, guided him to her bedroom. Being a direct person herself, she quickly removed her clothing down to her bra and panties and waited for Eddie to catch up. When he wore only his briefs, which were tented out, she slowly removed her bra, then her panties, expecting him to follow. he did, and his rampant phallus bounced up and down. Phyllis had a spare body with a slight pooch to her belly. Her breasts barely sagged, as she professed to never having a child. They were not large, being about the size of grapefruits. Her pubic area was shaved, and she had slightly protruding labia. Acting embarrassed, she pulled back the covers on one side of the bed and slid beneath them, to hide. Eddie entered from the opposite side and moved to be in contact with her. Seemingly apprehensive, Eddie was very slow and gentle when he began to touch her. First, her arms and neck, he moved his face next to hers and looked her in the eyes.
“I’m here for you, Phyllis. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, and if I start doing anything you’re not comfortable with, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”