Chapter 36

Hard to believe we’re in December, and 1974 is almost over. There were a lot of flight hours scheduled for the first three weeks of the month; then just about everything was shut down until after the New Year. I was hugely surprised at the next squadron formation when I was called forward and awarded the Navy Achievement Medal for “Professional achievement in the superior performance of his duties...”; because of my reworking the power supplies, figuring out the adapter problem, but mostly for assisting in getting the flight trainer properly working again; which wasn’t actually my job. Damn!

I kept pretty busy working the night shift at the shop, and ended up being assigned duty overnight once in the squadron offices early in the month. That wasn’t bad at all; the duty officer was a Major in charge of operations and I got to talk with him for several hours, mostly about the Corps and how it was run. He gave me a pretty good idea of how everything was organized and scheduled, and how operations were tracked and reported. We were nearing the end of the fiscal year and some money was left over in our operating funds; turned out you used it or lost it, and he didn’t want to turn anything back in. There wasn’t any actual money involved; just shifting numbers around in the books, but he wanted the final number at the end of the column to be a zero.

Because we were technically a training squadron, he had a bit of flexibility in where he spent the extra funds. We ended up talking a bit about me and what I’d been doing; he knew about the extra work I’d done and the couple of problems I had solved; resulting in my medal award. Because I was working night shift and had my days free; he offered to send me to the pistol range. Officers and SNCOs usually did that, but not junior NCOs; I wouldn’t need to take any time off work to do it, and he could ‘spend’ a little bit of money there. He told me that required 2 days of training and qualification, a couple hours in the morning; and I’d have another positive achievement in my career. Sounded good to me; he set me up for the range for the second week of December. Otherwise it was a long, quiet night; I was glad I’d only catch duty every few months.

The pistol range was pretty cool; I’d never even held a hand gun before but the same principles from the rifle applied. Good solid, steady position; good sight picture and alignment, squeeeeze the trigger; because I was in such good shape it went very well. The older guys there took me under their wings and I got a lot of very good pointers on how to shoot well; so well I shot Expert. This was at stationary targets at up to 25 yards, and I knew I wasn’t really a pistol expert; but at least I knew how to hand a pistol, and a revolver. That was a bonus; I shot both the .45 caliber M1911 semi-automatic pistol, and the 38-caliber revolver. Two completely different weapons, but they were both fun to shoot; I can’t believe I’m getting paid to do this.

JB’s work seemed to be going well. I visited him a couple times before I went to work, and we usually got to eat lunch together. I made it a point to get up and out of bed fairly early and do something; usually exercising but also visiting the library where I would read the periodicals, following those up with more reading when I found something interesting. I kept up with my informal studies and took another CLEP exam on world history, with my apparently exceptional memory it was pretty easy. I got with the squadron XO and education officer and figured out what I could reasonably accomplish before I transferred out; he figured out I could handle 3-4 more CLEP tests before I left. When I came back, if I came back, we’d work on me taking some college level courses on-base.

Performing at the restaurant/bar in Beaufort continued to be a lot of fun. We’d let them know that we wouldn’t be available over the last weekend of the year to play; they told us they’d had such a good fall that they were closing after the 15^th for some minor repairs and renovations, and to plan for the future. Payday Friday and Saturday evenings got busier and busier, the place was usually packed and we started to see a little younger crowd. Mostly students from the local community college; there wasn’t a lot of evening entertainment possibilities in the area, and we were definitely filling a need for that. We usually ended up playing at least until 11 pm, then hanging out for another 45 minutes or so, settling down a bit before we headed ‘home’. We did switch to playing slower songs after 10; but those mostly ended up being love songs, which led to other issues; more on that later.

JB took off for 2 weeks of leave on the 22^nd, heading to Nashville; I drove him to the airport in New Bern and saw him off. The week of Christmas was almost completely dead; I was bored out of my skull and was extremely glad when my week of leave to visit Trish finally arrived. Nashville was almost 700 miles away; Pittsburg was less than 600 but you had to go through Washington DC to get there. I had thought about that and left early Sunday morning to avoid workday traffic, with no one to talk to it was a pretty boring trip. I got lucky and found an AM radio station out of Washington that I managed to listen to for a couple hours, otherwise I kept changing cassette tapes in my battery-powered player. I called Trish at my last gas stop and let her know I’d be there around 6; she sounded awfully happy to hear I was almost there.

Yes, she definitely was. I had my hands full with my hanging bag for my Dress Blue uniform, my suitcase, and a small floral bouquet I’d picked up at a truck stop when I got gas. Truck drivers must get in a lot of home trouble while on the road, there was a big selection. I managed to get into her apartment building okay, then had just barely knocked on her door when she flung it open and tried to drag me inside and give me a big hug at the same time.

“Carl, I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaimed. “You brought me flowers! We’re going to have so much fun at the Ball, my art professor would like you to model again, if possible; I signed us up for a ballroom dancing lesson tomorrow if you don’t mind...”

It appeared that she had lots to say; I managed to sit enough stuff down to hug her back, and was able to stop the flow of information by giving her a quick kiss. That first kiss quickly flowed to a second, longer one; she pulled back a little, looked in my eyes for a moment, then moved in for an even better kiss. We finally got inside and closed the door, and I emptied my hands of everything but her.

“And I’m hoping to pick up where we left off last time,” she whispered as she melted against me.

She was dressed casually in a nice sweater and a longer skirt, and looked very good; the odd part was that she was wearing a pair of heels that definitely didn’t go with the outfit. “I’m glad to see you too,” I said when I finally got a chance to speak; “You look great; but aren’t the shoes a little off?”

“My excuse is that they’re new and what I’m wearing to the ball,” she giggled; “I’m trying to break them in. What I’m really hoping for is another foot massage, amongst other things.”

“Other things?”

“Bedroom things,” she whispered again. “I’ve been working hard on my studies and art projects and haven’t hardly dated, and those guys didn’t do anything for me. They were okay; but I kept thinking about you, and didn’t even give them a kiss goodnight. Please tell me you thought about me too.”

“I did sweetheart; you’ve been a very special and cherished memory for me. I was very happy when you wrote and asked me up here again for the ball, and have been hoping you’d like to be intimate again; but I really wasn’t expecting it.”

“Baby, you’re going to be welcome in my bed whenever you want,” she purred, then wiggled against me. “I know we aren’t permanent; but we fit together so well, and I’m so comfortable with you. I keep thinking about our first time, after the ball; when you kissed me, pealed my gown off me, and took me against the couch.” She gave a little shiver; “I want that again, and more.”

Okay, that’s a green light if I’ve ever heard one; mixing up a couple metaphors. I shifted my hands from her waist to her hips, and then to her ass and gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze; she moaned and shivered again, then really kissed me. I was able to inch her skirt up and get my hands under it to those incredible legs, then under her panties to caress her marvelous ass.

“Yes, baby; yes!” she panted. “Move us to the couch and do me!”

I took my ques from her; we got to the couch in the middle of the floor and I pushed her against its back, lowering her panties down her legs. She quickly shoved her skirt down too and kicked both off, then sat on the back of the couch and wrapped her arms and legs around me.

“I’m so ready,” she moaned. “Quick; get your pants off and get in me!” I was ready too, but I didn’t even get a chance to kick my shoes and pants off. She reached down between us and got my pants unfastened and lowered enough; then grabbed my erect cock, stroked it a couple times, then placed it at her soaked entrance.

“Give it to me! Fuck me, hard and fast! We can make love another time, right now I want you to ravish me!”

It didn’t take much ravishing, not that first time. After only a dozen or so thrusts she started spasming, grunting and groaning against my cheek as I hammered at her the best I could. I somehow managed to kick my shoes off and get one leg free of my pants; she was wrapped tight against me so I lifted her up a little and moved us to the wall so I could really pound her against something solid. She settled down a little while I was moving us; I let her lower one leg so that heeled foot was on the floor, hooked her other leg at the knee over my arm, and went at her again. I was working hard, holding us both up; my peak was hovering just out of reach and I was able to get her going strong again.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” she softly exclaimed. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME; I’M THERE AGAIN; DON’T STOP!”

I could feel her rhythmic clamping down on me, her cervix twitching and bumping against the head of my cock when I made contact; she was just babbling now and I tried my best to screw her brains out. This position wasn’t going to do it for me, but it seemed to be really working for her. After a few minutes I lowered her second leg, spun her around, and got into her from behind; grabbing those lovely hips and trying to drive her through the wall. This seemed to work for her as well, and I was quickly nearing my orgasm.

“Is this what you want baby? Is this how you want me to fuck you?” I growled into her ear.

“Yes, yes, yes...” she whimpered. “Fuck me, cum in me, I want to feel you throbbing in my pussy...”

A handful of strokes later, I was there. I pulled her ass tight against me and emptied myself into her depths; a dozen spasms that seemed to trigger her one last time. She had her hands and the side of her face against the wall, I leaned forward and nibbled on her ear as I growled again, then gently bit the side of her neck as I moved my hands up under her sweater, shoved her bra up and out of the way, and gently mauled her full breasts, tweaking her erect nipples. That got her shivering and thrashing around one last time; I had to get a good grip on her so she didn’t completely collapse. She softly moaned again when I eventually softened and eased from her; then picked her up and moved us both to the couch to recover.

“Oh my God,” she moaned; sitting in my lap, arms around me again. “I was so ready, and knew it was going to be good, but that was fantastic ... I’m completely worn out; I need a nap and then you need to feed me.”

“We can do that,” I laughed, holding her tight. “Just close your eyes and rest a while; we aren’t in any hurry; at least, not anymore.”

That got a chuckle from her; “No hurrying now; I can barely move. That was just what I wanted and needed; you’re the best.” With that, she drifted off. I leaned us both over to the corner of the couch and relaxed myself; eventually she stirred a little, reached up and gave me a little kiss. “God; I feel so good,” she mumbled. “We’re going to do that again, several times; I hope. You really get me going, and I just explode. You could be addictive.”

“Good sex gets your brain going; it’s a little chemical factory and releases a lot of stuff that makes you feel good. I’m floating on air myself; you can bet we’ll do that again, as much as you want.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she laughed; “but right now I need to go to the bathroom and clean up; then we really need to eat, I’m starved.”

“That sounds good,” I told her; “your local pizza shop is pretty good, let’s go there.”

“That sounds great,” she smiled at me as she got up. “Then maybe some chocolate ice cream, and then a foot massage when we get back.”

She gathered our clothes and led me to her bedroom where she threw them on the bed as we finished undressing, then escorted me to her bathroom. “Me first,” she said as she sat on the throne; I’d forgotten she wasn’t a shy girl in the bathroom. I turned to the sink and wet a washcloth, then stepped back a little to clean myself off. “No; that’s my job,” she said taking the cloth from me. I was a little surprised when she used the cloth on herself, then leaned over and sucked my soggy cock into her mouth, cleaning me thoroughly. I was further surprised when I strongly reacted; quickly hardening and was apparently ready again. She moved me to standing in front of her, then really went to work; head bobbing and humming happily.

“I want to do this; I want to you cum in my mouth if you can,” she said when she paused and looked up at me with a smile. “You’ve made me feel so good, so sexy; I want you to just enjoy this.”

“Okay baby; but that’s going to mean a round two is going to be delayed a couple hours.”

“That’s okay; the next thing I want, after eating, is my foot massage. Along with the rest of my body; I love your hands on me.”

What she was doing felt incredible, and she seemed determined; I was not going to argue. After a couple minutes I gently held her head and pumped into that warm, sucking mouth for a few strokes; that’s all it took. I started spasming, she kept sucking until I was finished; she pulled off for a moment to swallow, then gently kept working on me until I completely wilted.

“How was that?” she grinned and asked, still fondling me. “I like doing that for you; I especially liked the way you gently held my head when you got close, and then caressed my head and hair when you were done.”

“That was perfect baby, it doesn’t get any better than that.”

“Okay; round two much later, let’s go eat!”

We got dressed fairly quickly; I couldn’t resist caressing her fantastic body when she got close, and she got close a lot. Eventually we got out of her apartment, and made it to the pizza shop in record time. One large demolished pizza and 45 minutes of conversation later we were back on the couch snacking on ice cream and I got started on her feet; with more talking, of course.

We got caught up to date about what was going on in our lives; she was very curious about me heading for Japan, and kept mentioning just how much she like having me for a pen-pal. I had written her about everything happening to me, she knew about my being seduced by Ellen and why I allowed it. She wanted to make sure Ellen was okay now; I told her she seemed to be but I doubted we would connect again.

“You know,” she started, “once a woman welcomes you to her bed, she’s always going to welcome you. Especially someone like you, someone caring and gentle. Especially with these foot rubs; damn, you have nice hands!”

“Thank you,” I replied; “I like making my ladies feel good. It’s the most important part of being a good lover, and I take that responsibility seriously. I doesn’t hurt that I also get a lot of pleasure from it.”

“Well, I appreciate it. It’s probably a good thing you are so far away; I’m really going to miss the idea of you just being a few hours away when you head overseas. You don’t know exactly where you’ll be sent when that’s over, or when?”

“Not really. I’m going to miss you too; I hope you do well and be successful wherever you end up.”

“I’ve got some really nice prospects; I’m not worried about it. Let’s talk about something else; I don’t want to think of you moving on right now.”

We talked about a couple things; she explained about the dance club doing a special session tomorrow on ballroom dancing, and signing us up for it. I was willing; even after she mentioned that a couple of her girlfriends were going to be there and wanted to try dancing with me. We talked about her latest art projects, and that her professor wanted me to model again, if possible. The twist there was that she was going to have a woman model nude with me; she wanted her students to concentrate on getting the shadows between two bodies ‘right’. She mentioned that the Army ROTC commander had asked about my coming back, and if he could have a few words with me sometime; she didn’t know about what.

We had a nice evening, relaxing on the couch; we showered together and went to bed fairly early where she just wanted to cuddle, and be held in my arms. Tomorrow morning was going to be round two, she told me with a grin; don’t plan on leaving the bed early. ‘No exercising for you’, she chuckled; I’ve got plans. You’ve got to love a woman who plans ahead.

Monday, I stayed in bed and she put my morning wood to good use. This time she laid on her back and had me curl around her so she could hook her legs over my hips. A little wiggling around and we were joined again; I wasn’t crushing her and could get one of her lovely breasts in my mouth and play with the other. I could also caress her slit from time to time, teasing that little nub and driving her crazy. After 30 minutes she was totally wound up; I gathered her free hand in mine and teased her clit again until she took over that part and got herself off hard.

Again the position wasn’t one to get me to the finish; but I could easily roll her over to her stomach, tuck a pillow under her hips and between her legs, and hammer at her from behind. A minute later she came really hard again, and went nuts when I moistened the pad of my thumb and tickled her asshole as I pounded into her. She ended up thrusting back at me as hard as I was pushing forward; when I eased the tip of my forefinger into her ass and started cumming, she came unglued. Suddenly there was lots more of her natural lubrication, along with my juices.

“YES, YES, FUCK YES, MORE CARL, MORE!” she shouted. “FUCK ME BABY; FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE...”

Seemed to have been a good round two; she didn’t quite pass out but she definitely wasn’t coherent. She was also as limp as could be; and was happy to just lie there quivering, clutching the pillow between her legs like it was a life-line. Eventually she was able to use her words again, but had a hard time putting a complete sentence together.

“Carl! Fuck! Damn! Goodness! My God!” were a few of her first false starts. “I can’t move. What did you do? To me? You’re going to have to help me up. In a few minutes, baby. Tickling my asshole. Wow!” she finally got together. “I don’t think I want your cock in there, but your fingertip ... I don’t think I peed, but I’m absolutely soaked down there. Damn, it’s going to take a while before I’m up for a round three. I’m going to have change the sheets,” she finally softly giggled.

It’s nice to be appreciated,” I chuckled to her, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. “Good morning, by the way.”

She laughed and turned her head for a proper kiss; “It most certainly is; I’m going to be quivering for a while. You go get the shower started; I’m just going to lie here for a while and count the stars I’m seeing.”

Round two; done. I eased out and off her, to a few complaints and moans; gave that wonderful ass a love-tap and then a gentle bite which got a really good reaction; then headed to the bathroom. I flushed my pipes and brushed my teeth, and was almost finished shaving in the shower when I heard her come in and Niagara Falls start. She groaned about that too, then complained that I had destroyed her; there was no way she was going to be able to dance that afternoon.

“That was good,” I told her as she got in with me. “I guess I’ll have to dance with your friends at the class, do you think they’ll mind?” That got her attention, and me a smack on the butt.

“You are a danger to all women;” she chuckled, “I can’t possibly turn you loose on them. I wanted to be screwed this morning and you accomplished that; I’m going to be walking funny all day,” giving me a hug and a kiss.