Chapter 9

I woke up again around noon, feeling pretty good; Becky seemed to be still sound asleep so I eased out of bed, covered her up, and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up a little, put on my running shorts and a T-shirt, and went out into the living room; there I found Angie, watching television.

“That was a short nap,” she said, “how’s Becky?

“She still seems to be sleeping; I figured I’d get let her get her rest. Where’s JB?”

“He’s still in bed too, probably for another hour or so. Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I told her, “But if it’s anything you think Becky should know about, we should wait for her.”

“No; I just want to figure out how you got the way you are. We can talk about something else if you want.”

“No, that’s okay; ask away.”

We chatted for another hour, mostly about my background and my family, and why I wasn’t close to them; she was intrigued, and told me she’d have to think about it for a while. We were both a little hungry, so we went to the main house and made sandwiches with Carol. We talked a little bit about the cookout the next day with all of JB and Angie’s high school friends; I told Carol I could man the grill if she needed, and explained about me being a short-order cook before I joined the Corps. We ate; I made a sandwich and drink for Becky, then went back to the pool house with it to check on her; she probably didn’t want to sleep all afternoon. I went in and sat on the edge of the bed; she rolled over, looked at me and smiled; and then stretched sinuously.

“I was hoping you’d come back soon, I just got out of the bathroom. I feel so good,” she said. “what’s going on now?”

“I made you lunch. I guess we don’t need to get ready for tonight until 5 or 6.

“You are such a sweetheart,” she said, sitting up and grabbing the sandwich and drink, starting to eat. Of course, that left her lovely breasts exposed; she saw me looking, and after a couple bites, shook them at me a little; “Like what you see, Marine?” she smiled.

“Absolutely, Sailor; what have you got in mind?”

“Would it be too much if I asked for round two, after I eat?” she giggled.

“No, baby, I’m at your command. You got anything special in mind you’d like to do?”

“You are making this so much fun! I just want your naked body next to mine; we’ll see if anything comes up,” she giggled.

“Well, we both know what’s going to come up; but I have my own idea of what we should do next.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” she giggled again.

“I still haven’t tasted you; and see if I can make you squeal.” I grinned at her.

Her eyes got wide, and she blushed a deep red. “You really want to do that for me?”

“No baby, I want do that for myself; I’d love to pleasure you that way. Didn’t your boyfriend ever...?”

“We were going to try it sometime, but we were never in the right place, or had enough time. Kelly said it was the second-best thing on earth,” she giggled once more.

I had to laugh a little; “Irene has pretty much the same opinion; though she thought the foot rubs were a close third; of course, waitresses spent a lot of time on their feet. When you’re done eating, just lie back on the bed and get comfortable.”

“I can finish later,” she said, putting the plate and glass on the nightstand; and lying back with a small smile.

It was a very nice 45 minutes, for both of us. She loved me kissing her for a couple minutes at the start; and was humming her enjoyment when I moved to her breasts. “It’s important to let me know what you like, and if there’s something you don’t; if I’m moving too fast or too slow. Whatever would make this better for you, tell me. I like it when a woman holds my head in her hands, and moves me where I need to go, and when. This is all for you, whatever makes you feel good; don’t be shy or bashful, and if you feel your climax coming, don’t hold back.”

She didn’t rush me; but when I eventually tongued her clit, she gripped my head hard and gasped loudly; “OhMyGodCarlStop!” I held my tongue still for a couple moments; when I started to move a little, she stilled my head again. “Baby, that’s fantastic, but I don’t think I can take much!” she panted. “Slowly; give me a minute to adjust to this!”

No, I don’t think I will. I didn’t move fast, but I didn’t let her ‘adjust’; I kept up the direct stimulation and started licking all around. At first, she tried to hold me still, then push me away; then very soon she was firmly grinding herself against my face. We are way past a gentle tonguing; I lashed at her clit for just a couple more moments when I felt and heard her start to orgasm. “Baby; baby; baby...” she groaned in time with her spasms. I kept her going for a while; a minute later, I did let her push me away; she was giggling a little crazily and curled up in a ball.

“So, how about those ‘Volunteers’?” I sat up and asked her with a grin, a minute later.

“Carl!” she finally got out after a few moments; “I’m not capable of any kind of rational thought right now, and you ask me about the college sports team!” she chuckled; “You are a devil, a danger to all womankind.” I tried uncurling and comforting her; it took another couple of minutes before she let me. “That was so incredibly intense;” she mumbled into my shoulder, “At first it was a little tickling and tingling, then the little waves of pleasure got bigger and bigger; finally, a tidal wave fell on me and swept me away. I’m not sure I’m going to let you do that again.”

“Do you know what’s really cool?” I asked her; “we could do it again in a couple minutes, if you want to.”

“Carl baby; I’m not letting you near me again like that for at least a couple days; maybe not for a week!”

“You know, one of the DI’s insults kinds of refers to this; “You could fall out of a boat into a sea full of pussies, and come up sucking a dick.” I’m pretty sure the others heard her scream of laughter.

It was close to 2 before we were dressed and made it into the living room; just as JB and Angie came out of their bedroom, JB yawning.

“Well; I think I’m rested up enough now for a night out in Nashville. Did you guys get a real nap, or did you just ‘nap’?” JB asked.

“JB; you really need some more training from Carl!” Angie exclaimed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“That’s okay,” Becky told Angie, “They are Marines, not known for being subtle; we did both, thank you for asking. I didn’t bring many clothes, and not anything for going out. What do we need to wear tonight?”

“Carl, can we borrow your car?” Angie asked. “Becky is close enough to my size that I’m sure I’ve got something she can wear at my apartment.”

“Sure,” I said, finding my keys and handing them to Becky, “Do you need some money in case you need to buy anything?” I added, reaching for my wallet.

“Isn’t he sweet?” Becky spoke; “I’m sure I’ve got enough money. You know where we’re going, you drive,” she said to Angie, handing her the keys. We both got a hug and kiss from the girls, and they left.

“I’d better practice a little, just in case. You want to come along, or do you need some more rest?” JB asked me.

“Practice what, in case of what?” I asked, following him to the back of the pool house.

“We’re probably going to be at a couple of the smaller clubs for a while, where they have an ‘open mike’. They know me, and usually ask me to do a couple numbers if no one very good is around. I haven’t played my guitar for a couple months now; I’m sure I’m a little rusty,” he said, leading me into the recording studio.

“Tonight seems to be a little more involved than I first thought,” I told him. “I’ll bet the girls are going to come back all dressed up; what should we wear? And you really expect to be asked to play and sing somewhere?”

“If I’m not asked, I won’t; but what do you keep saying about being prepared? If I am asked; I need to be at least decent at it, because of my family being in the business here. And you can bet the girls will be dressed nicely; if I know Angie, cowboy style, cowgirl in their case; this is Nashville. You’ll be fine in jeans and a polo shirt; I’m sure I can find a western shirt in my closet if you want one.”

“I’ll let Becky decide that. Can you play all these?” I ask, as he picked up one of the guitars and sat down.

“Most of the stringed instruments, at least a little; I fumble a bit with a mandolin, my hands are just too big,” he said, picking up a guitar and tuning it. “Do you play anything, or sing?” he asked.

“I tried playing clarinet one summer, in junior high; that lasted until we moved again. I can read music some, and I sang in the high school glee club; but I think that’s because I had the big Buick. It can hold 7 high schoolers if they aren’t too large; we had a small group of singers that did performances at hospitals and the like. I’m a baritone, but not a real good or strong one; I did mostly backup singing, adding a bit of harmony.”

JB started going through some riffs and scales, I was amazed at how good he was on the guitar. After a few minutes he played a couple famous old Johnny Cash songs and started singing, he was really good.

“I’m surprised you’re not a musician in the Marine Corps; you seem to be good enough to me.”

“I know better; besides I didn’t really want to be a musician, did you want to be a cook in the Corps?”

He had a point. We messed around for a couple hours, a couple times I added a little bit of harmony; no one was going to be after my autograph. JB thought we didn’t sound bad; I thought we should go out to the barn and shoot some hoops; that’s what we did.

The girls got back at 5, all dressed up of course; I was glad to see Becky had just a touch of lipstick on. They were in full ‘cowgirl’ outfits, including cowboy hats and boots; stunning in jean skirts.

“Ladies, you are absolutely lovely,” I told them, “And look at those legs!” Both giggled and twirled for us; when JB and I got dressed and came back, I could tell I wasn’t going to get away with my polo shirt. All four of us raided JB’s bedroom closet in the main house, eventually the ladies found a shirt and some accessories for me; after a quick snack we headed out in the Buick.

The main downtown entertainment district was only a few blocks long; JB had me park behind one of the small bars at one end. It was early on a Saturday night, but every place was packed. Most of the bar’s front doors were open, a lot of them had most of the entire front open; live country music blaring from all of them, most of it very good. JB led the way, the girls next, and me bringing up the rear; in several places he was recognized and a table was found for us. The girls had a blast; we danced in most of the bars, and the girls had several drinks bought for them. Sure as hell, JB was asked to join the house band a couple times; at the last one he insisted I join him singing “I Walk the Line”, then when that went over well, “Ring of Fire”. We got a nice round of applause; but by then it was well after midnight, and no one in the audience was feeling any pain, or really cared who was on stage.

A little after 1 in the morning we decided to call it quits; the girls were tired, and the boots had taken a toll on their feet. We got back to the pool house living room and the girls and JB collapsed on the couch; I decided a little more training for JB wouldn’t hurt. I got a set of hot, wet washcloths and towels from the bathroom, and proceeded to show him how to make his lady happy. I knelt in front of Becky and took her boots and socks off, washed and dried her feet, then started massaging them; she melted with a groan.

“I know you said you were good at massaging a woman’s feet,” Becky sighed; “but I didn’t think it would be this good. This is almost as good as the sex!” she said, then blushed.

I handed the second set of cloths to JB, Angie quickly had him follow suit; she melted too, even more vocally. “I don’t care where and how you learned to do this,” Angie moaned, “you just make sure JB gets more training; in any subject you think he needs.”

We massaged the girl’s feet and lower legs for maybe 30 minutes before we called it a night and headed for our respective rooms; Becky almost asleep on her feet. I stood her by the bed, undressed her to her panties, then helped her into bed; kissing her on her forehead and telling her I’d be right back. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, by the time I got back she was sound asleep. I turned off the light, snuggled in next to her, and went to sleep myself.

I woke up at 6 again; Becky didn’t stir when I quietly got out of bed and dressed for PT. I was alone this morning, so I spent a little more time than usual at it; I walked the last mile so I wasn’t dripping sweat when I returned. I was standing by the pool when Carol stuck her head out the kitchen door, and asked if I wanted something to drink. No sense in going in the pool house, since I was pretty sure everyone there was still asleep; I joined Carol in the kitchen. She had coffee, I had juice; we chatted for 20 minutes before she started talking about making breakfast.

“Can I help?” I asked her. “I could make some biscuits or maybe cinnamon rolls; you’ve probably got the ingredients.”

“You can bake?” she asked; “cinnamon rolls sound good, but would take too long.”

“I know how to make them in 30 minutes or so; these don’t use yeast, so there’s no waiting for them to rise.”

“I’d like to learn that; let’s give it a try,” she said.

She pulled out the stuff we’d need as I rattled the ingredients off, within 20 minutes we had the dough made and the rolls formed. I told her I liked using muffin or cupcake tins to bake them in to keep the size down, she thought that was a good idea. We made the icing while the rolls baked, they came out pretty good. The smell had obviously spread through the house; Bob, JB’s father, followed the aroma and joined us; we talked while Carol started making the rest of our breakfast. Maybe 20 minutes later JB and Angie followed, 10 minutes after that Becky shuffled in wearing a pair of my shorts and T-shirt; her hair was mussed but she was looking good, I told her.

“I woke up and you weren’t there; I missed you,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my cheek.