Chapter 34: Ocean City

I woke the next morning when the sun came up and hit me in the face, an early hour since the window was facing the beach to the east. I was in the same position as last night, leaning back against some pillows, with Marilyn curled up at my side. Surprisingly, despite a slight crick in my neck, I was feeling pretty good. By that I mean I wasn’t hungover, although I did have to piss something wicked. I managed to extricate myself and went into the bathroom. After using the facilities, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a little worse for the wear, and my eyes were bloodshot, but I felt better than I looked.

I went back to bed and found Marilyn stirring awake. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“What time is it?” she asked blearily.

“Sunrise! Can’t you hear the birds chirping cheerfully?”

“That’s too early. What are you doing up?” she asked.

“Nature called, and somebody had to answer. Ready to get up and face the world?”

She looked at me with sleepy eyes. “You are way too cheerful in the morning. If I had known you were this cheerful in the morning, I would never have slept with you last night!”

I sat down next to her and leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Speaking of which, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good.” Then she gave me a funny look and pointed at my chest. “Hey, what’s with the necklace? It felt kind of scratchy!”

“Necklace?” It took me a second to realize what she was referring to. “Oh! Those are my dog tags! They’re my military ID. I got them when I started ROTC. Sorry about that. I’m so used to wearing them I forget they’re there.”

“Oh.”

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, just curious.”

I nodded. “Then I’m going out for a bit.” I stood up and went back into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and washed my face. After that I slipped back into the bedroom as quietly as I could and changed into gym shorts and a t-shirt, along with socks and sneakers. I grabbed my keys and clipped them to my dog tags.

“Where are you going?” asked Marilyn, finally sitting up and paying some attention to what was happening.

“I need to run.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t burn some calories, last night’s dinner will stay with me for years to come!” I patted my midsection. Last night Marilyn had the surf and turf, while I had seafood in white sauce on linguine. Maryland has the best seafood on the planet, and I was going to thoroughly enjoy my vacation in more ways than one!

“Ugghhh!”

I bent down and kissed her quickly. “I’ll be back in an hour or so. You sleep some more, and then take that nice hot bath we talked about. Afterwards we’ll get some breakfast, okay?”

“Mmmm...” Marilyn closed her eyes and sank back down into the covers. I grabbed my sunglasses and headed for the door to the suite.

I rode the elevator down to the lobby and headed out onto North Baltimore Street. According to the map, we were a few blocks north of the Boardwalk, which sounded like a good place to run. I stretched briefly, and then headed south, moving at an easy lope. I kept the pace down until I hit the Boardwalk, at which point I picked it up. I had read somewhere that it was about two and a half miles long, so a round trip would be five miles. I should be able to do that in an hour.

It was a nice run. The sky was grayer than I liked, and I could smell a storm brewing, but I had missed the forecast. At this hour it was empty except for a bunch of joggers and bicyclers like me out getting a quiet workout. I nodded to a few and simply enjoyed the run. The stores and tourist traps were still shuttered, although you could hear people working inside some of them. When I got to the end of the Boardwalk, I reversed course and powered it up another notch. By the time I got back I was sweating and breathing hard. I walked from there back to the Hilton. I desperately needed to shower.

It was a good thing nobody was in the elevator as I rode back upstairs, because I think my smell would have had them getting off long before their floor had arrived. I let myself into the room and tossed the room key onto a buffet and walked into the bedroom we had used. The bed was rumpled but empty. A light was on in the bathroom, and I found Marilyn happily immersed in bath bubbles. I guess bubble bath must have been in the courtesy kit in the room, or Marilyn packed her own, which I wouldn’t rule out; she liked bubble baths.

“Well, you look like you’re having fun,” I commented from the open doorway.

Marilyn squealed and ducked even lower under the bubbles, although there were enough I hadn’t seen anything anyway. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” she protested.

“Considering that this is my bedroom and my bathroom, I could say the same to you.” Marilyn stuck her tongue out at me. “You know, maybe I need a bath, too!”

“No, you can’t!” she protested.

I peeled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. “Why not?” I asked with a smile.

“Because!”

I peeled off my socks and dropped them in the corner with the sweaty shirt. “Because why?”

“Just because!”

“You sound like you’re telling something to a four-year-old,” I laughed.

She smiled at that. I rescued her modesty by turning on the shower (deluxe suites had deluxe bathrooms, with both showers and tubs.) Then I stripped down and jumped in for a quick shower. She blushed when I stepped out and dried off. “You know, you saw everything last night,” I reminded her. I wrapped the towel around my waist and turned the water on in the sink.

“Not really,” she admitted. “I think my eyes were closed.” She gave me a very sheepish look.

I grabbed my towel and moved to whisk it away. “We can fix that!”

“NO!” Marilyn yelled, and then actually ducked down under the water. When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she surfaced and wiped the suds from her eyes, to find me standing there, my towel still around my waist, and laughing my ass off at her. “Now I have to dry my hair!” she complained.

“That’s not my fault,” I said with a laugh. I turned away and went to the sink to begin shaving and found a wet washcloth flying to hit me in the shoulder. I turned to face her and did a bump-and-grind, yanked off my towel and then showed her my butt as I shaved. Marilyn gave a little harrumph of displeasure.

When I was done, I left the bathroom and allowed her to finish in privacy. I pulled on clean briefs and a clean pair of chinos, along with a sports shirt. I also looked at Marilyn’s silk robe. It had a few blood spots and semen marks from last night. I took it into the common room and found a dry-cleaning bag and stuffed it inside, and then I called down to room service and asked for a bellman for some dry cleaning. Maybe it could be cleaned. Those types of stains aren’t the type you want to keep around and reminisce about; just ask Bill Clinton!

From behind me, in the direction of the bedroom, I heard Marilyn. “Carl? Have you seen my robe?”

Ooops. No good deed goes unpunished. I went to the bedroom door and said, “I sent it to the cleaners.”

“Well, what am I supposed to wear now?” she protested.

I laughed and pushed the door open. Marilyn squealed in outrage and tried to wrap her towel around herself. I simply strode up to her and wrapped her in my arms. “Will you stop worrying! You might not remember what I looked like from last night, but you can believe that I remember what you looked like, and I liked every single square inch!” I tugged away her towel and kept hold of her. “I like seeing you like this. I think I’m going to have to see you like this more often.”

Marilyn blushed, and then she giggled. “I guess I am being silly.

“Yes, but I like that, too. Now, get dressed and we’ll get breakfast.” I tossed her the towel, and she went off to her room carrying her towel. I followed, happy to see her from behind.

“I think I can do this myself,” she said with a smile.

“Well, I mean, it just seems logical, if I get to take your clothes off of you, I get some say in what goes on you,” I countered.

“You’re too logical for your own good.”

“Then let me make a suggestion, seriously. Put on a long skirt or sundress and leave off the unmentionables. It will cut down on the irritation, hmmm?” I figured this was a long shot, but it sounded logical, and would definitely be more interesting.

“OUT!”

I skedaddled out of there. I figured I would be able to experiment later and see if she liked my idea.

Marilyn came out a few minutes later in some flat sandals and a long halter topped sundress. I smiled and looked at her hips to see if I could figure out if she were wearing anything under the dress. She noticed and laughed at me. “I’m not telling you, either.”

I shrugged and smiled. “It’s even more fun to wonder.” I grabbed her hand and the room key, and we headed out the door. In the elevator I took a chance and hugged her, and in the process ran my hands along her rear. At first, she moaned slightly, but then she jumped back and swatted at me. “That’s cheating!”

“I can’t imagine why you would trust me not to cheat. I wouldn’t trust me not to cheat!”

She glared at me for moment, but I just smiled innocently, and then buffed my fingertips against my shirt theatrically. Marilyn blushed again. Unless she was wearing a thong, and thongs weren’t all that common back in ‘74, I was pretty sure of the answer.

Breakfast was a buffet, and Marilyn happily loaded up on scrambled eggs, toast, and juice, while I limited myself to juice and some fruit salad. “You’re not hungry?” she asked.

“Breakfast isn’t my big meal for the day. I normally just have fruit and juice, or something light. My big meals will be lunch and dinner. I need to watch my weight.”

“You’re kidding me, right? You’re like pure muscle.”

I laughed at that. “Not hardly. When I was a little kid, I was nothing but skin and bones. I have to work at it. Besides, a soldier can’t afford to be fat; I need the muscle.”

“I find that hard to believe, too. I can’t see you as a soldier.”

“Hey, you saw the ‘Wall of Heroes.’ Even if I get drummed out of the family, my mother will put my boot camp photo up there next year,” I told her.

We talked some more about the road trip that summer, although I avoided discussion of my winning at the casino in Las Vegas. We also talked about our schedules for that fall when school started.

After breakfast it was time to take a walk around town. It was continuing to stay gray outside, but it wasn’t raining, so we walked down to the Boardwalk holding hands. By now businesses were open and people were coming out to the beach, although there weren’t as many as if it had been bright and sunny. There are about a million tourist traps and stores along the Boardwalk, and we went into several. I bought a box of saltwater taffy, which Marilyn had never had before. I said we’d have to buy a big box for Tusker and Tessa, and Marilyn asked me why it was called saltwater taffy if there was no salt water in it, and I couldn’t answer that one.

I bought a straw fedora for myself and a big floppy straw hat for Marilyn. I also pointed out different miniscule bikinis and offered to buy them for Marilyn, which earned me a lot of blushes. I decided I would revisit the question later in the week.

We perambulated down the Boardwalk slowly, taking in the sights and letting the breeze blow around us. At one point it picked up enough that she had to grab her dress to keep it from flipping up and answering the question she refused to answer herself. I laughed and pointed to a little girl walking with her mother on the other side of the Boardwalk, towards us. She was giggling and pointing at us, among other things. I leaned over and whispered to Marilyn, “I know what she just told her mother.”

“What?”

“She said that you weren’t wearing any underpants and that her mother needed to call the Panty Police!” Marilyn squawked at that and smacked me in the arm, which got me to laughing so hard my hat blew off and I had to chase it down.

We had lunch a bit before noon at a pizza place. I was starting to get worried about the weather. It was getting darker, and the wind was starting to blow stronger. We ate lunch and hurried back north. The rain held off until we were about a block away from the hotel, and then we ran back as fast as we could before we got drenched. I led the way to an ocean view bar, and we sat and had a couple of rum punches. I admired the view of Marilyn more than the storm. Her dress got a bit clingy and sheer when wet.

After drinking the rum punches, Marilyn’s dress dried enough that it wasn’t so clingy and sheer, and I decided I rather preferred it the other way around. Or, in other words, I started thinking with my dick. I signed for the drinks and took Marilyn’s hand. “Come on, I need to get something from the room.” Marilyn nodded and stood up, slurping her rum punch down through the straw first.

We walked out to the lobby and got into the first available elevator. Thankfully, it was empty. I slipped behind her and wrapped my arms around her, and then lowered my face to her shoulders. One of Marilyn’s major erogenous zones was her shoulders; she just went nuts when I touched her or licked her there. She stiffened and arched her back and whimpered slightly. “I think I know what you want in the room,” she said quietly.

“Is that a problem?” I asked, licking her neck as I whispered to her.

She whimpered some more, and haltingly answered, “No...”

I kept tormenting her for the rest of the ride to our floor, which was only seconds more. I gave her a knowing smile, to which she blushed, but she also smiled. I unlocked the door and led her inside. As I suspected, the room had been made up, and my bed had a new cover on it. I led her to the bed and gently pushed her backwards. “Sit down.” She gave me a shy smile, but she sat promptly and looked at me expectantly.

I gave her a much more wolfish smile and knelt at her feet. “I seem to recall saying something about kissing something and making it feel better. Maybe I should check on that.” I said this as I ran my fingertips lightly over her ankles. She was too excited to answer me, but she nodded vigorously. I tugged her sandals off and tossed them behind me, where they clattered against something, but I didn’t bother looking. I slowly ran my fingers up her ankles to her calves, and under the hem of her long skirt. Then I lifted her left leg up and gently kissed her calf. “Was it here I was supposed to kiss?”

“No,” she answered weakly.

I gave her an innocent look and rested her calf on my right shoulder, and then lifted her right leg up and kissed my way from her right calf up to her right knee. I gave that a little more attention, and then looked up at her. “Here?”

“Unh unh.” Marilyn’s face was starting to get red, and her eyes had a slightly glazed look to them.

I shrugged slightly, rested her right leg on my left shoulder, and turned my attention to her left leg again. Now I had to push her hem northwards, very slowly, and I kissed and licked my way about a third of the way up her left thigh. I could definitely smell her musk now, and I could feel the pulse of her racing blood under her supple flesh. “Now?”

She just shook her head.

I switched sides. Her dress was now almost to her hips, although I still couldn’t see the final objective. I kissed my way up to a few inches south of the endpoint. “Now?”

“Oh, God, stop teasing me!” she pleaded.

I smiled to myself and kept licking. Another three inches and her dress was up to her hips, her legs were spread wide, and my lips were planted on her naked pussy. Marilyn gave a happy little shriek as I started lapping my tongue up and down her greasy slit, burrowing my way through the triangle of fur. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” she babbled. Juices were pouring from her, and when I started concentrating on her clit, her ass was humping off the bed and her hands were on the back of my head trying to pull me inside her.

I licked her through two very quick orgasms, and then as she came down from the second, I backed off slightly and slowed down to a stop. I could feel the wetness on my face, and I looked up at her again. Marilyn had collapsed back onto the bed, and now she lifted onto her elbows and looked down at me dazed. “Feel better now?”

“I think you know I do!” She smiled down at me, and I crawled up onto the bed next to her. We were both still dressed, although Marilyn’s dress was up around her waist. I reached behind her neck and undid the clasp holding the halter together, and it fell, exposing those beautiful tits. Marilyn’s skin is pale, and you don’t get a whole lot of sun in upstate New York, so she wasn’t tanned. I took a good look at her and then pulled her dress up and over her head, with Marilyn moving around and assisting me. Then she was laying on the bed next to me naked.

I sat up and peeled off my own shirt. I had already kicked off my shoes. “I think I’m overdressed. Care to do something about that?”

Marilyn blushed but said, “Okay.” Then she stopped, unsure of what to do. I should have expected that; she was very naïve and innocent when we met. She may have known the theory, and what with nine brothers and sisters, she was quite well versed in the aftermath, but she was very unsure of the practical aspects. To tell the truth, way back when we were first starting out, I was as fumbling as she was. That’s probably why certain things never really improved. As I mentioned before, Marilyn gave a lousy hummer, but to be fair about it, I never taught her what I liked. I never knew how to teach her what I liked. Don’t blame the student if the teacher is an asshole!

I lay back on the bed and pulled a pillow under my head. She looked nervously at me, so I took her hands and brought them to my waist. “The pants have to come off first. Why don’t you start with the belt, and work your way from there?”

Well, that she could figure out. She undid my belt and then stopped to look at me nervously, but I just nodded encouragingly, and she undid the snap and then pulled my zipper down. Just the pressure of her fingers through my pants on my painfully stiff cock had me twitching. She looked at me again, so I simply arched my back and lifted my ass up. “Now they need to come off.”

Marilyn blushed fiercely, and she tugged my pants down to about my knees, and I told her to pull them completely off. That left me in my tighty-whiteys, so I arched my back and said, “Everything!”

Marilyn steeled herself and grabbed them and pulled them south, although she was quite surprised when the waistband caught on my stiff cock, and I had to reach in and free myself. She looked down at me with both fascination and fear. This was quite a bit different than bathing one of her baby brothers. I even mentioned this to her. “There. I bet you had to do that when giving a bath to one of your baby brothers.”

She smiled at that. “Yeah, well they sure didn’t look like that!”

I reached out and took her right hand and laid it on my cock. It twitched happily at that, and she yanked her hand away by reflex. I just reached out and took her hand and brought it back and wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began using her hand to jerk myself off slowly. I murmured happily as she got the idea and decided to give some positive feedback. “Mmmm, yeah, just like that ... nice and slow, don’t grab or yank, mmmmm, keep going ... that feels good, don’t stop...” I was originally planning on just a little foreplay, but I was worked up after eating her out and seeing her there in her youthful beauty was doing a number on me. “Don’t stop, that feels so good ... keep going, more, just like that, just like that.” I knew that when I popped, she would be so startled as to yank her hand away, so I put my right hand around hers to guide her and stared at those beautiful tits. A couple of minutes later she got the surprise of her life, when I groaned, and this white goop started shooting out of me. Much as I thought, she tried to move her hand, but I kept her in place and had her pump me dry.

Afterwards, I smiled at her. “Oh, baby, thank you. That was very nice.”

“That was all right?” she asked tentatively. There was some of my cum on her hand and she was eyeing it curiously.

I grinned at her. “Honey, guys are pretty easy to figure out. This...”, I said, pointing to the jism sprayed on my torso “ ... is sort of the desired outcome. We get this, we’re happy. We’re very simple creatures.”

That got a nice giggle from her, and she calmed down quite a bit. I took the moment to teach her a little about Little Carl and the boys, and even about the end result. She offered to get a washcloth, and I said that was probably a good idea. While she went to the bathroom, I rolled over and opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out a box of Trojans I had picked up. It was sitting there on the nightstand when she came back in.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“That’s the next lesson.” I had Marilyn wash me off, and then she looked around to place the washcloth somewhere, so I just grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Everything washes out, but some things need dry cleaning,” I explained. “That’s where your robe is. I sent it out for dry cleaning this morning.”

“I was wondering about that. Wait a minute! That means they might know what happened?” Marilyn had an alarmed look to her face as she considered the implications.

I just had to laugh at that. “Trust me, Marilyn we aren’t the first two people to have stayed in this hotel who’ve had sex. I don’t think it will be a problem.”

She gave me a shy look and smiled at that, and then glanced back at the box of rubbers. “So, what’s that?”

“That, my dear, is a box of prophylactic condoms, otherwise known as rubbers. They are used during the act of sexual intercourse to prevent the transmission of disease and to prevent pregnancy. I assume the nuns over at UCA didn’t get around to explaining how these work.” I picked up the box and opened the top.

Marilyn colored and laughed. “It wasn’t in the curriculum!”

“Well, these work a whole lot better than the Pope’s approved version.” She gave me a curious look. “The rhythm method. I would think with your family you’d know about that, but then again, with ten kids, I don’t think your folks are being too rhythmic.”

“I don’t think so. This definitely isn’t on the Pope’s list of things to do,” she replied.

“Really? I wonder what method he uses?” I asked innocently. As anticipated, this earned me a squeal of outrage. “Don’t be so hasty, babe. Read up on your history of the popes. The Borgia popes had both wives and mistresses, and they weren’t the only ones. But I digress...” I pulled out a foil wrapped rubber from the box and held it up for her to see.

“Now, step one, Mister Happy needs to be very happy first.” I took her hand and placed it back on my semi-limp cock. She had the program figured out now, and a minute or two later I was pleasantly stiff again. For step two I demonstrated opening the foil wrapper and extracting the device, and then had her watch as I did the banana demonstration using my own personal banana. Then I grinned at her. I slipped a finger between her legs and ran it into her pussy. She was quite wet and ready to go. “Now, I think it’s time for a test run.”

Marilyn happily rolled onto her back and spread her legs. I climbed over her and inserted Little Carl, now wearing his protective raincoat, and sank in deeply. There was a whole lot less drama this time and a whole lot more pleasure. She was very tight, but not uncomfortably so, and she was very juicy. I had to concentrate not to blow my load too soon, and I was whispering to her the entire time about how good it was. I kept asking her to tell me what she wanted, but Marilyn has a hard time concentrating on such things during sex. Her natural reaction is to simply lay there and enjoy it. Nor is she naturally vocal. I had to train her there before, and I knew I would have to do so again. It wasn’t an unpleasant prospect.

Eventually Little Carl and I both had very satisfying conclusions, and from the sounds Marilyn was making, she was satisfied as well. I collapsed onto her, and then rolled over to my side, making sure to reach down and grab the used rubber so it wouldn’t slip off. Marilyn noticed this and watched with considerable distaste as I peeled it off. “Ooohh, yuck! Gross!” She looked really horrified when I dropped it on the floor on top of the washcloth already there.

“It is what it is, babe,” I told her. “It’s better than the alternative.”

“Oh?”

“You bet, MOM.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Not interested. I am not having a baby while my mother is still having babies!”

“There is an alternative. When you get back home, go to Planned Parenthood and get on the Pill. I’m not all that thrilled with these things either.”

She just nodded in agreement and then looked back at the box and towards me. “You were planning this?”

“Let’s just say I was certainly hoping, and the Scout Slogan is ‘ Be Prepared.’”

“I find it very difficult to believe you were ever a Boy Scout!”

I really had to laugh at that, so I sat upright, gave the Scout Sign, right hand up, middle three fingers upright and the thumb and pinky folded in, and said,

“On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times; and
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.”

Then I lay back and smiled. “Would I lie?”

“Yes, you probably would!” I just tried to look innocent. At that point she looked back at the box of Trojans, and then down at Little Carl. “How long does he take to, well, you know...”

I grinned at her and tossed her another condom. “I love a good experiment! Why don’t you find out?”

There’s a lot to be said about experimentation in the biological sciences! This time around I had Marilyn get on top and taught her about saving a horse and riding a cowboy. The scenery, with her bouncing away on top of me, was much better than the rainstorm going on outside. Afterwards I had her remove the offensive trash, and we both lay down and napped the rest of the afternoon.

This reminded me somewhat of our first times together. Marilyn had been a scared and nervous virgin then, also, but once we had done it, and she was no longer a ‘good girl’, she had a healthy appetite for sex. She was just as horny as the next girl, and just as eager to fuck me as I was to fuck her. I was going to need to get a refill on that box before the weekend! Probably two refills!

I was snapped out of my nap by the sound of a phone ringing. I looked around and tried to orient myself and found it on a nightstand near my head. I shook the cobwebs loose and sat up and grabbed it. I grabbed my watch and it said it was just after 3:00. “Hello?” I wasn’t sure, but I had a pretty good idea who would be calling.

“You were supposed to call me this morning.” It was my father, as I expected, and he didn’t sound overly happy. Well, fuck him! This whole mess was their fault anyway.

Marilyn rolled over and looked at me. I think she had figured out who was calling, too. “Well, Marilyn and I were out on the Boardwalk this morning.”

“You should have returned my call!”

“Hey, Dad, it was either take my girlfriend out for a walk or talk to you about my asshole brother. I went with Option One. Still seems like a good choice.” I was already getting tired of this conversation.

“Don’t you dare speak to your father that way!”

I sighed. “Yeah, whatever. Dad, you called me. What’s up?”

I could hear him try to calm himself down. “You haven’t even asked about your brother.”

“I wasn’t planning to. The last I saw of him he was moving on the kitchen floor and starting to moan and cry, and the State Police haven’t battered down the door here, so he must still be alive. Beyond that, I just don’t care.”

“You broke his jaw in two places.”

No wonder my hand hurt! “Yeah? Well, tell him to consider himself lucky. The next time he mouths off like that to Marilyn I’ll break his neck in two places. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him, and you know it.”

“Your mother is furious about this!” He was trying the mother ploy, since the injured sibling trick wasn’t working.

“She’ll get over it. I’ve been getting over her being furious about me since I was a kid.” I rubbed my face. This was getting me nowhere.

“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY!”

“Okay, whatever. Here, let me make this real simple, Dad. I’ll see you around someday. Feel free to take me out of the will and tell the family and neighbors I ran away and joined the circus. I just don’t care anymore. Tell Suzie I’ll write. She’s the only one in the family worth a shit anyway, and that includes me. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone.

I looked over at Marilyn, shrugged my shoulders, and gave her a bleak smile. She just stared back in silence. We sat there like that for another minute or two, and the phone rang again. I picked it up.