Chapter 10

We got back on base, no one had missed us; though Becky’s roommates had some questions for her; especially once she and I started hanging out together after class most of the time. She accepted that we didn’t want to flaunt the fact that we were lovers; when in public, and especially when in uniform, there were no ‘Public Displays of Affection’. With just our friends we were able to relax and show our affection for each other; we weren’t inseparable, though most of the time she and maybe a girl-friend would accompany JB and me doing whatever. We almost always ate lunch and supper together at the chow hall; and then we would change into civilian clothes and do stuff; go to the library, the movie on base, bowling; whatever we could find to occupy ourselves. Of course, we went for a ride in the Buick several evenings a week, especially after dark; those rides usually ended up at the park for a serious make-out session.

It turned out JB’s guitar cases contained his 12-string guitar and a baritone ukulele; he started teaching me how to play guitar on that. A baritone ukulele is tuned exactly like a guitar, without the two heavier strings; only four strings to fret and strum, pretty easy to learn and I picked it up quickly. He started working with me on it for an hour every day in our room; we quickly moved to the lounge when we discovered a really good harmonica player in the barracks. There were a couple other amateur musicians in the other Marine barracks, pretty soon there was an impromptu jam session a couple nights a week; which became really popular when Becky and a few other Navy Waves started dropping in to listen, and sometimes sing along. It didn’t take long to figure out that while JB was very good and comfortable playing in front of an audience; he did not want to be the focus of attention. The harmonica player showed me how to play it; I thought it was a fun thing to mess around with and he helped me select one to buy, a Hohner Marine Band model in the key of C.

JB eventually admitted to me that he was struggling a little with the avionics training we were getting; it just didn’t come easy to him. He didn’t seem to remember stuff as easily as I did; I ended up reviewing with him what he was taught in class every night just before we hit the rack. This meant that I was already familiar with the material when my training got that far; my instructor thought I was an electronics genius.

The very next weekend after our trip to Nashville Becky had duty and was stuck on base, that was also the last weekend with Chapman. JB and I took him that Saturday night to Beale Street in Memphis; it reminded me a lot of Nashville. Not near as much country music, but live music everywhere; a melting pot of delta blues, jazz, rock ‘n’ roll, R&B and gospel. Lots of nightclubs and restaurants; JB knew of it but hadn’t been there until that night; we didn’t get back to base until almost sunup. When I told Becky about it, she insisted we go as soon as possible; which ended up not being for a while. Chapman graduated the next Friday, he was being assigned to the west coast; I got out of school a little early, took him to the airport, wished him well and shook hands goodbye; then back to the base to pick up Becky and JB for that weekend’s trip to Nashville.

This time Becky was not interested in going home at all; the plan was to spent the entire weekend with the Brook’s, and Angie and JB. The four of us had a late supper Friday night with Bob and Carol and chatted for a couple hours; by 10 pm JB and Angie, and Becky and I; were in our respective rooms in the pool house. Becky and I had been touching and lightly caressing each other most of the night while chatting with the others; once in the room it might have taken 10 seconds for both of us to get naked. I attempted to slow us down, but Becky was not interested in taking our time; she pulled us to the bed, falling back and spreading her legs as she guided me into her.

“I just want you in me,” she practically panted; “I’ve been fantasizing about this for two weeks. We can play and make love next time; right now, just get in me and fuck my brains out!” It quickly became apparent she didn’t want gentle loving; after only a minute or so of her urging me to go faster and harder she had her first orgasm. I was right on the edge and barely able to hold on deep inside her as she shook and spasmed on my cock; the few seconds respite gave me a little more breathing room and I quickly resumed ‘fucking her brains out’. I knew I wasn’t going to last long at this rate; after another minute of hammering into her sopping wet pussy and getting her well on the way to a second orgasm I pulled out and went down on her. I spread her legs wide, driving my fingers into her and stroking that special spot as I ravaged her clit with my tongue; Becky went absolutely wild, thrashing around on the bed and wailing incoherently. When she reached a second orgasm there was a sudden flood of additional juices when she gushed a little.

Becky was still trembling and moaning softly when I turned her over on her stomach and got into her from behind; I got her legs closed and mine on either side of her, then really started pounding into her. In this position my slightly curved cock was constantly rubbing and bumping on that little bundle of nerves at the top of her channel; every thrust got her pushing that sweet ass back at me harder and harder. Her soft moans got louder and louder, soon she was softly screaming ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ at every thrust. I held on as long as I could, but quickly I was exploding into her; that set her off one last time. I ground down on her as hard as I could, not letting her move; after a few seconds she gave a final small scream into the pillow and collapsed under me, trembling and shaking. I laid on her for a minute trying to catch my breath and giving us both a chance to recover; a couple minutes later when I started to lift myself off her and dis-engage, she quickly reached back and stopped me.

“No baby, don’t pull out yet,” she softly moaned when she finally turned her head toward me. “Just stay in me and hold me; it’s going to take a few more minutes before I’m ready to let you go.” After another minute she started chuckling; “We have got to find a place to make love in a real bed near the base. Maybe I won’t go so completely crazy if we can make love more often; there were a couple minutes there I was so over-whelmed I didn’t know where I was, or care.”

“That was intense; wasn’t it?” I asked her, once we had curled up against each other. “I hope we didn’t disturb JB and Angie; you got a little loud.”

“I’m sure they didn’t mind, and I want to enjoy this to the fullest,” she answered. “I wish we could live together, but since we can’t, we’re going to take advantage of every opportunity to make love.”

“Well,” I replied, stroking her gently; “we’re probably going to spend almost every other weekend here; we could get a hotel or motel room in Memphis the other weekends, at least for one night. We can probably get a decent room for under $20; if we did that Saturday night, we could be tourists Saturday and part of Sunday.”

“Could we?” she squealed; finally letting me go and turning over to hold me tight. “That would be fantastic; we could make love once we got the room, then visit Beale Street or something; then go back and do it again.”

“I better start taking vitamins or something, you are going to wear me out. I’ll love it, but I’m going to have to pace myself.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to get you going,” she giggled, cupping my limp cock and squeezing it a little. “We can play around, dress-up a little, maybe get our own toys; it will be great!”

“I probably don’t want to know what you and the girls in Erie have been talking about; do I?” I asked.

It’s not just them; Angie has some good ideas, and the girls in the barracks have had some experiences I’d like to try. I know I’m like a kid in a candy store; but you make this so good, and so much fun. I’m loving this; have I told you today that I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “We better get some sleep now, I’m not sure what we’re doing tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she whispered back as she kissed me, and turned over to spoon me, her back against my chest. “But if you go PT in the morning early, you better be prepared to get back in bed with me for at least 30 minutes afterwards, and an hour would be better.”

I laughed a little and told her I would, she just cupped her breast with my hand and wiggled close against me.

Saturday morning, after I PT’ed and showered; Becky easily enticed me back into bed and we made gentle love for an hour before getting up. At least it started out gentle; once I kissed my way down her body and started using my tongue on her, she went crazy again. She only let me bring her to orgasm once that way, before rolling me onto my back and mounting me cowgirl style; we both finished the way we started, gently making love. Once we recovered, I gave her 5 minutes in the shower then joined her; she loved me washing her hair and body, just taking care of her.

By 8 am we were in the main house and I insisted on making breakfast for everyone this time; I made a stovetop breakfast casserole, and showed JB how to make the cinnamon rolls. All three women got the biggest kick out of it; Carol said that all JB had ever made in the kitchen before was a mess. While JB and I were cooking, Becky and Angie called the girls in Erie; pretty soon they’re trying to figure out how and when to get everyone together. I mentioned that JB would be graduating the Wednesday before Thanksgiving; and the school was scheduled to close down at noon that day and not resume until the following Monday morning. It was soon suggested that both Kelly and Irene try to take a few days off then and fly down; Angie could pick them up and bring them to the Brook’s house for the weekend. They could share the pool house with Becky and me; JB and Angie would be in the main house with Bob and Carol.

I just looked at Becky; she smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry baby, it will be just fine, you’ll see. I’ll bet us girls end up taking over the pool house, and you guys will be on your own. At least most of the time,” she blushed.

That weekend could be a little awkward; at least for me, I thought; but I know enough not to disagree. Hell, I kind of suggested it; maybe next time I’ll think for a few seconds before I open my mouth. We finished up breakfast and the ladies started planning the day; it was quickly decided we’d go clubbing in Nashville that night again; this time with Bob and Carol with us. It was also decided that the ladies needed to go shopping, and maybe get their hair done too; they all took off with Carol. JB and I went out and shot some hoops for a while, then we went back to the studio so JB could practice and maybe I could learn a couple more songs.

About 11 Bob joined us; he and JB really sounded good together, both playing and singing. I demonstrated to Bob the 4 chords I now knew pretty well; he showed me how to dress them up a little, add some simple flourishes to make them sound better. We talked about me growing up along Lake Erie and listening to the Motown sound a lot; we experimented a bit and was able to come up with a nice version of “Lean on Me” and “Heard It Through the Grapevine.” JB was able to do the Beatles “Hey Jude” and “All You Need Is Love” on his 12-string; then Bob did “King of the Road” and “16 Tons” and a couple others I didn’t know. He played and sang “Good Hearted Woman” and “Flowers on the Wall”; he was surprised that after hearing them only once I was able to remember the lyrics and could sing them along with the music.

“There’s something different about Carl.” JB told his father. “He seems to remember everything he reads and hears, at least the things he’s interested in and puts his mind to. I’m a month ahead of him in our avionics training, but he’s the one helping me out every night; going over what my instructor tried to teach me that day. I’m not sure how well I’d be doing without him.”

“You’d do okay,” I told him, “It just takes you a little bit more time; you just need to go through it more than once.”

“That’s what I mean,” he laughed, “Once at something and you seem to have it; everyone else takes at least a couple tries to understand and remember. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you really study in the barracks, you just kind of flip through the pages and call it a night.”

“I’ve always been good at remembering stuff,” I tell them both. “I don’t know how everyone else does it, but stuff just sticks with me.”

“Do you have photographic memory?” Bob asked.

“I don’t think so,” I answered. I don’t visualize the page I read when I remember stuff. And with songs I don’t need to read the lyrics, I just need to hear them once.”

“Let’s try something,” Bob said, as he moved to the shelves, selected a record, and started to put it on the player. “Do you know Merle Haggard, know any of his songs?”

“I know he’s a country star, I don’t anything else,” I replied.

“Okay; listen to this, and then we’ll try doing it,” Bob said. He put the record on, verified I hadn’t heard it before, then we listened to it once. He took the needle off the album, then started playing, and I sang ‘Okie from Muskogee’; with Bob joining in after the first verse. “That’s amazing,” he exclaimed when we were done, “you’ve never heard it before?”

“No,” I told him, “I haven’t listened to country music since I was a little kid; and that was listening to my mom’s old 78’s from when she was a teenager.”

“That is truly amazing,” Bob repeated. “Most professional singers take at least an hour or two to learn the lyrics of a song, then spend hours perfecting it. You’ve always been able to do this?”

“It’s what I know; I’m guessing it’s not the same for everyone else?”

“No, it definitely isn’t,” JB laughed. “I thought there was something different about you, the way you pick things up so quickly. And you don’t know how you do it; it just happens?”

“It’s just what I do,” I laugh back. “For me it’s like breathing; I don’t think about it, I just remember stuff.”

“You remember everything,” Bob asked?

“No, just the things I think are important, or think I should remember. I don’t remember what I had for lunch a couple weeks ago, or anything like that. Of course that was probably chow hall food; which isn’t very memorable.” Bob laughed about that.

We discussed it a few more minutes, and Bob tried a couple more songs from artists I’d never heard of, both records and sheet music; at the end he just shook his head, and we kept playing around and trying different songs. Fortunately, the ladies came back just after noon with bags of new clothes, and new hairdos; Carol made us a light lunch in the main house and we ended up discussing my “remarkable” memory. I didn’t see what the big deal was, finally we decided to just rest up for the evening.

“Nap time,” JB smiled, grabbing Angie’s hand and heading for the pool house.