Holding up the blouse, I turned to my oldest daughter as she was looking through a stack of jeans. “What do you think, Lacey?” I asked, “This one or the peach one?”
Lacey looked over with a shake of her head, “The peach, Mom. That one makes your hair look blue,” she said with a playful smirk.
I laughed and hung it back on the rack. Lacey was fourteen but loved to shop with me. My youngest, Brianna, or, “Sissy,” was sitting in the seat of the shopping cart.
I continued to sort through the rack, knowing I wouldn’t find anything in there better for me than the blue one. “Hey, Mom,” Lacey called, “Can I take Sissy and go to the food court? I want some frozen yogurt.”
The mall wasn’t crowded, so I wasn’t worried, “Sure hon, I wanted to go to Books-A-Million anyway.”
We parted ways and I paid for my selection, adding another plastic bag to my collection. The bookstore was all the way across the mall, so I started walking. Past the accessories shops, Burke’s and Claire’s. Spencer’s was always fun, so I did a quick walkthrough.
The kids in there reminded me how old I was, but I couldn’t help thinking, how they weren’t so different from my generation. The hair and the clothes were all just a rebellion against the “system,” whatever the hell that was. Then I saw myself in a mirror on the wall.
“Soccer mom,” I thought, Yoga pants and an Eagles sweatshirt. I saw three teenage boys in the reflection checking out my ass. I grunted a laugh and then headed out for the bookstore. There was supposed to be a new Danielle Steele release.
The one store in the mall that always seemed crowded. There was a long line by the coffee bar. That figured, I wanted a cup. I shook my head and then headed for the romance aisle. Maybe the line would be shorter in a while. There was no hurry, the girls would be gone for an hour.
I was browsing through the new releases when the damn bottom fell out. I justhappened to look up and on the next aisle down, I saw him. Terry Austin, my very first boyfriend from high school. He was one year my senior. That would make him thirty-seven. He looked great.
Terry was more than my first boyfriend if I were, to be honest. He was my first love, if high school love counted. He was also my first, well, you know.
I’ll never forget that day. It was my sixteenth birthday. I got the best birthday present you could have asked for. My dad bought it new when he was younger. It was his first car. I thought he had sold it a year and a half ago because it had just disappeared from the barn.
Yeah, we lived on a farm. Three hundred acres and a hundred and fifty milk cows. It was early mornings and hard work, but it was also a fun life. Anyway, my birthday present. I had blown out the candles, Terry at my side, singing happy birthday with my parents and grandparents. I was an only child.
Time to open presents. The boots I wanted from Mom. The grands gave me clothes and money, as usual. Terry gave me a card and a box wrapped in pink birthday wrappings. I tore it open to find the sweater that I had been looking at at the mall.
“Thanks, everyone,” I was saying when Dad slid a small box, wrapped in red paper with a red bow on it across the table. I picked it up with a smile and shook it next to my ear. It made a metallic rattle. I looked at my father with a confused grin.
“Well, open it,” he said.
I carefully took the bow off the box. I was sentimental like that. That bow was going to be put in my hope chest. Pulling the top from the box, I revealed two old keys on a simple ring with a leather fob that read, “Ford,” in a blue oval.
I recognized the keys, I mean they had hung on a hook in the kitchen, untouched my whole life. “It’s in the garage,” my dad said.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t close my mouth. I couldn’t even move other than to look back and forth from the keys to my dad. I shook my head in disbelief. He nodded his in affirmation. I jumped up and ran from the front door to the garage.
Pushing the wooden board from the cradles that it laid in to keep the double wood doors closed, I pulled them out, and there it was. I gasped in disbelief. The rest of the family and Terry caught up with me as I walked into the old barn we used as a garage.
“Dad,” I sobbed in disbelief, “It’s beautiful.”
He had had it restored. His nineteen sixty-six Mustang convertible. Cherry red with a white top. The interior was redone with red and white leather seats and red carpet. He even had a tube steel roll bar installed behind the seat. I walked to him, knowing he had to have spent a fortune to get it in this condition.
With tears on my face, I hugged him for my present. He went through the whole speech about safety, wearing my seatbelt, and how much power it had. Finally, I sat in the driver’s seat and Dad in the passenger. He pushed the button, opening the convertible top, “Never open it while you’re driving, Kitten,” he said. I turned the key and it rumbled to life. Backing out of the garage slowly, I saw Terry, standing with a big smile by my mom and the grands. I waved and put it in drive. Everyone got a chance to ride, Terry lastly.
“We are going to the mall,” I yelled as we left. We drove down the road, never exceeding the speed limit.
I shook my head back to the present. Terry had picked up what looked like a thick cookbook. His shorts ended at his knees, his calves still in the shape they were in when he was playing high school football. He looked in great shape overall.
My memories took over again, we were at the mall. He was watching me as I tried on shoes. I was so excited about my car. Still not quite believing my dad spent the money to get it in shape. “So, Abbie,” Terry began, “What do you want to do tonight?”
I already knew what he wanted to do, we had talked about it so much over the last few months. I looked at him with a smile, “I’m not sure yet,” I answered, “But the way things are going today, I’m feeling good about it.”
He smiled and that’s all we said about the subject, never pressured me, and never acted as if I owed him anything. We were going to both have to be ready when it finally happened. A stop at the sports store, he needed a few things, as did I. Then we were on the way home.
The drive was fun, with the top down, we took the long way. Dad had said that there was a “V-8,” under the hood. A Three-fifty-one, to be exact. We were on a nearly deserted interstate so we decided to open it up a bit. It was so fast and so smooth. We were at ninety-five miles per hour when I saw the blue lights.
“Fuck,” said Terry, “It’s a State Trooper.”
I pulled over immediately, opened the glove compartment, and retrieved the insurance card and registration from the envelope. I took my driver’s license from my purse and then waited on the officer. I was in a plaid mini skirt but decided against trying to sexy my way out of it.
“Good afternoon Miss. Brumfield,” Officer Townsend, greeted after he read my information, “Do you know why I stopped you today?”
“Yes sir,” I answered, “I was speeding.”
“And do you know how fast you were going?”
“Yes sir,” again, I answered, “Ninety-five miles per hour.”
Officer Townsend pressed a button on his collar and spoke into a mike on his shirt. I couldn’t understand him or the reply on his mike. He took out his ticket book and an ink pen. Just before he started writing, another message came over his receiver.
“It’s your lucky day Miss.” he said, tossing my information into the car, “Slow down, be safe.” With that, he ran to his car, turned on his siren, drove across the median, and sped away in the opposite direction. We looked at each other and laughed, driving away at the posted speed limit.
“Abbie?” Terry said from three feet away, “Is that you?”
Jerked from my memory back to thirty-six years old again, I looked up, “Terry? Oh my god,” I smiled in feigned surprise.
He held his arms open and we hugged. It felt good to be in his arms after so many years. He held me tightly, as I returned his hug. “How long has it been, Abbs?”
“Something like twenty years, Terry,” I answered, still in his strong arms, “How have you been?”
“Good, Abbs,” he smiled, “Let me buy us some coffee.”
“Great,” I agreed, “I’ll get us a table.”
We walked, his arm over my shoulder, to Joe Mugg’s where I took a seat and he stood at the end of the line. I watched him until memories took me again.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to get Terry,” I said, the screen door slamming as stepped off the front porch. Wearing my khaki shorts and red teeshirt, I drove off into the night. Our story was that we were going to the movies. It’s something we do a lot. No one would question us.
He was waiting at his mailbox when I arrived. After getting in and stealing a kiss, we continued to our secret. I had already decided that tonight would be the night. I was ready. I’m not saying that I wasn’t nervous. I was terrified, but my mind was made up.
The convertible top unfolded over us and buzzed into the closed position. We locked the car in the mall parking lot and then walked the half mile to our real destination. A green neon sign flashed on and off, Holiday Sands Motel. Beneath, a red neon vacancy sign was lit. “Do you have it?” I asked.
Terry held up a key attached to a plastic key ring that read, sixteen. That would be our room. His arm over my shoulder as we walked, I said, “Give it to me; I’ll unlock the door.”
It wasn’t the Hilton, but it would do. The yellowed globe over the single lightbulb cast a warm glow over the green bedspread. Two thin pillows sat at the headboard in white pillowcases.
Terry closed the door and swung the lock around the chrome stud that was screwed to it. I looked at him with a nervous smile, pulling the curtain closed.
“Abbs, all you have to say is no,” Terry said sweetly from three feet away.
I smiled, knowing he would never hurt me. Terry was my best friend. We shared every secret, every thought. My mind was made up. I wanted to do this as much as he did.
With both hands I pulled my tee shirt over my head, revealing my small, lacy white bra. “Come here, silly,” I said, “Kiss me.”
Terry smiled and walked to me, kissing me as a lover does. We were in love, as young as we were. I never wanted to be away from him. His hands were warm on my back as we kissed, and I could feel his excitement pressing into my belly button. He truly was big, I had seen it many times as we skinny-dipped in Thompson Creek.
His fingers pushed under my waistband and over my panties. His favorite color was white, so I bought these this morning. just enough lace to make them pretty but without being slutty.
I’ve never tried to be slutty. My clothes were, I think, pretty and never too tight. To me, it was sexier. His hands slid under my shorts now, cupping my panty-covered ass.
My breathing increased, partly from the erotic contact and partly from the anticipation of what was to come, no pun intended.
I was timidly touching him in places heretofore I had not. My hands were on his ass as well, I started pulling him closer, feeling his hardness pressing me. The passion of our kiss increased, our tongues dancing a sweet waltz.
I took a sharp breath as his hands slid up my body, finding my bra strap. He fumbled with it, trying unsuccessfully to unhook the clasps.
As for me, my hands found his belt, pulling the bitter end to loosen it. I had more success. His zipper was next, followed by the button. Open now, I pushed them down.
I felt the cool air of the room tighten my nipples as my bra finally fell away. That cool air quickly replaced by the heat of his kiss on my fully erect nipples. I moaned at the new and exciting pleasure.
Terry grew impatient and backed away, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor with mine. My eyes dropped to his boxers, tented by his erection. I bit my bottom lip as he pushed them down, revealing himself.
My eyes couldn’t believe it. I’d seen him flaccid, but this was different. his cock seemed twice the size as it looked at the creek. “Oh my god,” I thought, “I hope I can do this.”
He stood there looking at me. I finally realized that it was my turn. I pushed my shorts down my legs, my panties still hiding my innocence. I was nervous now, my heart racing.
Terry must have seen my legs shaking. He stepped closer, taking me in his arms. “It’s okay, Abbs,” his voice soothed me, “We don’t have to.”
“Terry, I’m just nervous,” I whispered, “I want to so much. Just be slow and gentle.”
He looked softly into my blue eyes. “I’ll never hurt you, Abbie,” he whispered, his lips so close to my ear.
“I know, Terry,” I said, without a doubt in my heart, “I’m in love with you.”
“I know,” he affirmed, “And I’m so in love with you.
I took his hand and led him to the bed. Together we lay down on the top of the covers. “I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, “I forgot to go to Eckerd’s.”
“It’s ok,” I said as his hand slid into my panties, “I’ve been on birth control for three months.”
His fingers found my clitoris and I breathed in a sharp breath. I could feel my wetness as he played with me. “Do your parents know?” He asked.
I gasped and moaned as he touched my secret skin. “Mom does,” I breathed, grabbing his wrist, “She took me to Doctor Munson. She knew we were getting closer and didn’t want me taking chances.”
“She is okay,” he began, “With this, I mean?”
I held his wrist while we talked. It just felt too good. I couldn’t concentrate. “No, but she knew it would happen, someday.” He looked at me with those brown eyes, knowing that this was a huge step. He knew it had to be special. No more talking, we kissed like it was our first kiss. I released my grip on his wrist.
I found his dick with my young hand, feeling it for the first time. It was thick and hard. I could feel it throb in my palm. Hooking the waist of my little panties, I pushed them down in the front with my thumb. I could see his fingers glisten with my wetness. Everything seemed like a dream.
Terry, eased between my knees, his cock pointing straight at me. I saw wetness coming from the hole on his tip. I watched him take my panties off and look at me down there.
I wanted him now, more than anything. I wanted to know how it felt. I knew there would be pain, but I also knew there would be pleasure.
“There you go,” Terry said, bringing me back to the present and setting my coffee on the table, “It’s hot.”
The coffee smelled so good, but my mind was on the wetness between my legs. The memories were making me so hot. “Thank you,” I said with a smile.
“I see you are married,” he said, taking my hand and touching my wedding band.
“Almost fifteen years, I have two girls,” I said, offering a weak smile, “Did you ever marry?”
He looked at me with those sad brown eyes, still such a puppy dog. “No,” he said, slowly shaking his head, “I’ve tried dating, but.”
“But?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled, “After the war, I just couldn’t.”
“I heard you joined the Marines,” I said, “But I had no idea you were in the war.”
“Four tours in Afghanistan,” he said, eyes on the table, “I am going to retire in two years.”
“You’re still in?”
“Yeah,” he answered, “It’s been a career.”
I sensed pain in him and put my hand over his. “Terry, are you okay?”
“Yeah, Abbs,” he said, “I guess it’s just all the memories.”
“Oh,” I breathed, “Me, or the war?”
He looked me squarely in the eye, “I’ve done nothing in the war that I regret. Every life I’ve taken, every life I’ve saved, there was a purpose and reason. But you Abbie. The biggest regret of my life was leaving you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I said softly, “I almost lost my mind when you guys moved. It was just so sudden.”
“Lost your mind,” he said with a short laugh, “Abbs, I’ve spent the last eighteen years, in love with you. I have dated, but I’m talking about two women. Two, Abbie. I haven’t had sex since we were ripped apart. “
I looked at him in total shock and disbelief. There was no way he was telling me the truth. “Terry,” I began.
“It was like I would be cheating on you, Abbs. The two women I dated, that was a one-date-and-done deal,” he said, almost tearing up. I felt a tear run down my cheek.
I was stunned, speechless. I sat there, just looking at him. My guilt welled and started making me shake.
“Abbie, don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy for you, that you made a life for yourself. Me, I am okay now that I know you are okay.”
Tear tracks stained his cheeks, as well as mine. What a fucking time for his phone to ring. “Yes sir, Lieutenant,” he said, holding up his finger to ask me for one minute. I nodded my head and took a sip of the strong, black coffee.
My mind whirled. He had been forever in love with me. My marriage was happy, if not exciting. My days were just normal soccer mom days. Clean the house, drive the girls to school and practices. Just mom stuff.
My husband, Rich, was a good man. He worked, made a living, and kept us in nice things. Not very romantic, but, well, he was there.
“Abbs?” I raised my eyebrows, snapping away from my thoughts, “I need to get back to work.”
“Work?”
“Yeah, we have a prospective recruit at the center,” he said, “It’s on the first floor.”
“You’re stationed here?” I asked, surprised.
“Yeah, it’s my last duty station before I retire. They let me come home to finish it out.”
“Well, I guess I’ll probably be seeing you around,” I said, standing and hugging him. Terry smiled and said, ”I better go put my uniform on.” With that, he turned and walked back out of my life.
I sat back down and watched the steam rise from the two coffee cups. My mind wandered back again to room sixteen. Terry was between my knees, his eyes on my young virgin pussy. I was nervously waiting for him to take me, to claim me as his.
It was a surprise when he dropped between my thighs and kissed me there. I watched him breathe in my scent, as a buck would his doe. His tongue slowly swiped across my clitoris, tasting my juices. The second taste was not as tentative. my eyes closed as I absorbed the newness of pleasures that coursed through my body.
I found myself pinching my nipples as Terry so delicately ate my pussy. Every nerve in my body buzzed with anticipation. I knew that I was wet. I saw the evidence on Terry’s chin, his eyes staring up at mine as he worked.
I had brought myself to orgasm in the past. I knew what it felt like to come. But this time, oh, it was so much better. I felt my body tremble and quake with each touch of his tongue. He was, to say the least, a quick study.
This orgasm was so powerful. I pushed myself up on my elbows as Terry continued to feast on my pussy. The room seemed to spin and the light dimmed. I heard myself saying dirty words through clenched teeth until finally, it started to subside.
I lay back down, panting and trembling. “Oh, Terry,” I gasped, “That was so good.” My body slowly recovered from the pleasure
Terry, however, needed no recovery or encouragement. He knew I was ready. I felt him as I was drifting in my post-orgasmic fog rubbing his thick cock head up and down my soaking slit. The nerves fired back up, but I was ready. I took a deep breath, spreading my legs further. His eyes were fixed on our sex.
I felt him push gently, opening my labia with his cock. I closed my eyes again, my head dropping on the pillow. I could feel the pressure of his size as he slowly inched in. It hurt but in a good way. He watched my expression change and started to pull back out, “Are you ok?”
“Yes,” I whispered with a long breath, “Go slow, but don’t stop.” My hands softly rubbed up and down his chest.
He pushed in again, this time slightly further. I could see his heart pounding in his chest, and felt it in his cock. Mine was beating fast and hard. He pulled out again and pushed harder, deeper, all the way. It felt like I was tearing in two. I grabbed his hips and held him still.
“Oh,” I moaned, “Terry, it feels so good. So good.”
He leaned down, kissing my lips, his cock buried in my tight, young pussy. The feeling was indescribable. The pain, attenuated by the pleasure, engulfed my entire body. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to shout yes at the same time. I returned his kiss as my pussy got used to the size of his member.
We made out like young bandits on the king’s highway. Every movement of his lips on mine, his tongue, and mine transmitted desire to my young, wet pussy. I started to squirm, impatiently, the pain beginning to disappear. “I’m ready, Terry,” I whispered through our passion, “Fuck me.”
“Mom?” Lacey, said, holding her baby sister, “You okay?”
I shook myself back to the present. “Yeah,” I smiled, “Just thinking about something.”
“Did you have company?” She asked, “There are two cups of coffee.”
“Yeah,” I said, “Just a girlfriend that had to leave.” That’s when I noticed the business card Terry left on the table. “You guys ready to go?”
“Yes ma’am,” Lacey answered, “I have homework.”
I picked up both cups of coffee and the card at the same time, dropping the cups in the trash and palming the card. I felt like an ass. We walked to the escalator and rode it to the first floor. It was then that I realized that we would walk past the recruiting center.
Lacey carried her sister as I carried the bags. I glanced through the Marines’ window, hoping to get a look at Terry in his uniform. He sat behind a desk, writing on some government paperwork with his pen. His uniform looked so good on him. I was feeling the dampness between my legs almost immediately.
The ride home was quiet, my mind was wandering, still thinking of Terry. After that first time in room sixteen of the Holiday Sands Motel, we did it all the time. For the next year and a half, we had to be creative. Yeah, we did it at my house and his. In the car and his truck. Down by the river, and in the woods. We even did it in the changing room at Wal-Mart a few times.
“What are you grinning about?” Lacey asked.
I looked at her and lied about something I read in a magazine. “Any games or practice tomorrow?” I asked.
“No ma’am,” Lacey answered, “Just the pep rally after school. Don’t forget, Gramma is picking us up and taking us to her house for the night.”
“Yeah, I did forget. I need to take Sissy to her after I drop you off for school,” I answered, “Going to have to pack some clothes for you guys.” I didn’t look forward to sending my kids to Mom. It was always nice to get a break, but all I could think about was having the whole twenty-four hours to myself, and Terry was back. Rich would be gone on business for another three days. I could feel the business card in my back pocket, burning my hip. Shaking the thought from my head, I turned onto our driveway. We unloaded bags and took everything inside. “Who’s hungry?” I asked.
Sissy, my youngest, waved her hand and said, “Me.”
Lacey, my teen fitness girl, asked, “What are we eating?”
I had the fixings for pork and shrimp stir fry. I knew both girls would go for that. “How about fried rice and stir fry pork and shrimp with veggies?”
I got the approval from both then pulled out the wok. “Lacey, can you give Sissy her bath?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am,” she answered, “Then I’m going to grab a shower before we eat.”
“Ok,” I said as I started warming the big pan. The girls disappeared into the hall bathroom. They would’ve been in there for a while so I set the wok on a cold burner. I took Terry’s card from my pocket and looked at it for the first time.
SGTMG Terry Salter, USMC. It listed his office phone number as well as a fax number. Flipping it, I saw written in his hand, “Call me sometime Abbs.”
He listed his cell number on the back as well. I pulled out my phone and added his name and number to my contacts. On a whim, I pressed ‘call.’ After two rings, he picked up, “Master Sergeant Salter, can I help you?”
I hung up. What the hell was I thinking? I put the wok back on the blue flame and poured in some olive oil, jumping with a start when my phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I saw it was him. I picked up my phone, moving the wok back over the cold burner. I didn’t answer but just looked at his name.
Realizing that if I didn’t answer, then my voicemail would. I pressed accept then put the phone to my ear, not a word did I utter. “Hello,” came his voice, “This is Master Sergeant Salter. Can I help you?”
I just froze, not able to speak, wishing I hadn’t called.
“Abbie?” Terry asked, “Is this you?”
“What does the G stand for?” I quietly asked.
“The G at the end of SGTMG,” I said a little louder.
Terry laughed then said, “Gunnery, I’m a Master Gunnery Sergeant. I’m glad you called, Abbs.”
“Are you still at the office?”
“No,” he answered, “In my truck, I left the mall a few minutes ago. Going to my apartment.”
I thought of him, all alone in his apartment, my mind putting me there with him. “What do you do at night, when you are off work?”
“You know,” he said, clearing his throat, “I read, take care of paperwork, cook, watch TV. Just regular stuff.”
In my mind, again, I watched him undress and shower. I thought of him masturbating, surely he did that, thinking of me, of us. I thought of kneeling between his knees as he sat in his recliner, taking his cock in my mouth and devouring him. His cock would be even bigger now than when we were younger.
I heard the girls laughing in the bathroom, playing in the water as Lacey bathed her baby sister. I thought of him stretching my pussy, the way my husband couldn’t. Hearing a thump, I realized my hand was inside my yoga pants, between my legs, touching my wetness.
“Abbs, you still there?” Terry asked.
I shook myself, “Yeah, I’m still here. I have to go, Terry, I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“Call me, Abbie,” he said softly, “You aren’t bothering me.”
No goodbyes, I just pressed end. Walking to the bathroom door, I knocked, “Is everyone ok? I heard a thump.”
“Yes ma’am,” Lacey called, “I dropped a bottle of shampoo.”
I put the wok on the fire again, then started chopping the veggies, dropping them into the heat. The hiss of the fiery skillet and the steam were so erotic at the moment. My pussy was wet, just from hearing Terry on the phone and thinking of him in his uniform. He looked good in it, but I wanted to rip it off him.
Flipping the veggies in the wok with a two-handed grip like they do on TV, I added the pork to the heat. Salt, pepper, and sesame oil. As it sautéed I minced garlic and scattered it in. Another flip and a few more. If Jacques Pepin could see me, he would think I was a chef.
Sissy, ran past me, naked as a jaybird, from Lacey, also butt naked, trying to catch her sister with a towel. I laughed at the scene as the youngest laughed and ran. “I’m glad dad isn’t home, young ladies,” I said in fun.
“Sorry, Mom,” Lacey laughed, finally catching her sister and wrapping her in the towel, “Sissy is in a playful mood tonight.”
“Dinner is almost done,” I told them as they went back into the bathroom.
“Be out in a minute,” Lacey called over her shoulder.
I shook my head, smiling to myself. The stir fry was almost done, time to add the shrimp. A little salt, and a little black pepper. The fried rice was already cooked, just a few minutes on the center grill plate and it was done.
“Dinner is served,” I yelled, “Come and get it.” I put plates and dinner rolls on the table, poured iced tea, and got the high chair ready for Sissy. Lacey sat at her plate and Sissy held up her hands. I picked her up with a big hug and kiss, “Well you smell good.” I said, setting her in the high chair and locking her in.
Lacey took the tongs and filled her plate with stir fry and rice. I did the same and then made sure Sissy’s was chopped up enough to eat safely. Mixing the veggies and chopped meat for her, she ate without complaining.
After taking my first bite, my phone vibrated on the table. I grabbed it before Lacey could see the caller ID, thinking that it was Terry. I was relieved to see Hubby, written on the screen. Pressing accept and then speaker, I set the phone on the table, “Hey, Honey,” I greeted, “You’re on speaker, the girls are here.”
“Hey everyone,”
“Hey, Dad,” Lacey said, between bites.
“Daddy,” shouted Sissy.
We chatted and ate, everything from the mall visit and upcoming pep rally to the sleepover at my mother’s tomorrow night. I left out the part about Terry. The meal and conversation went on until supper was over. He said his goodbyes to the girls and we continued to chat while I cleared the table and washed the dishes.
“I missed you last night,” Rich said.
“I missed you too, Hon,” I told him, “But I understand what it takes to make money.”
The dishes were finished and put away, and I did the countertops and swept the floor. All finished in the kitchen, it was time to pack the girl’s stuff for tomorrow night. Then a much-needed soak in my tub. I had the bath water running when I went to do the packing. I packed Lacey first, with her help of course. She picked out her clothes and I folded and packed. Sissy was easier, just the basics and a few toys. She wasn’t as picky as my fourteen-year-old.
After another chore was done, it was time to relax. I closed my bathroom door, pulled my sweatshirt over my head, and dropped it. Still, in my bra, I was startled by a knock on the door, “Mom,” called Lacey, “You have a call.”
My heart stopped, I had left my phone in the kitchen. I opened the door and she held out my phone, “It’s Gramma,” she said, “She wants to come to get us tonight.”
I took the phone and Mom was on the line. “Hey, Mom,” I answered, “Yeah, sure. Don’t forget, Lacey has school in the morning.” We chatted for a few minutes and I told her where the suitcases would be and that I would be in the bath. “Have fun, Mom.”
I put my shirt back on and went to each girl and hugged them and said goodbyes. Mom would be here in just a few minutes so I decided to wait for her. The bathtub was heated so it would still be hot. Mom knocked on the front door. We hugged and she collected the girls. Waving as she drove away, I closed and locked the door.
My sweatshirt didn’t make it to the bathroom this time, and neither did my bra. When I did get there, my yoga pants and panties came off together. I was naked when the phone rang again. I picked it up, this time with a smile. It was Terry. “Hey,” I said after pressing accept.
“Is this a bad time?” He asked.
“No I was just climbing into the tub,” I answered, “I’m all alone. Mom has the girls for the night and tomorrow night as well.”
“What about the husband?” He asked, “What was his name?”
“Rich,” I answered, “Short for Richard. He’s in Denver on business.”
“So you are alone and naked?” He laughed.
“That’s about the size of it,” I answered with a chuckle.
We chatted about the last eighteen years and the war. We reminisced about old times down by the river and the mall. Everything from high school to kids. I looked at the clock on my phone and realized we had been chatting for over an hour.
“I’ve got to get out of this tub,” I said, “I’m going to be all wrinkled.”
“Get dressed,” Terry said, “Let’s get a drink.”
“That could be a bad idea,” I said, “Wear your uniform.”
He laughed and said, “I haven’t taken it off yet. How about meeting at Cap’n Odie’s?”
“Ok,” I agreed, “On Delaware Avenue, right?”
“Yep,” he said, “Just across from Holiday Sands.”
He remembered. But, of course, he did. I wondered if he thought about taking me back there. Surely not, he knew I was married. Did it matter to him? For that matter, did it even matter to me? I should have said no. I shouldn’t have accepted his call. I should hang up the phone and forget him. But, it was Terry.
“Give me an hour, Terry,” I said, “I’ll need to get dressed and dry my hair.”
“See you in an hour,” he said.
I stepped from the tub, dripping wet. After taking a towel and drying my body, I looked at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I was thirty-six, but I ran and went to the gym. I still looked good, except for needing a trim, down there. Easily taken care of, I took the trimmers from my husband’s drawer, removed the guard, and went to work.
The trimmers took the hairs all the way down to a five o’clock shadow length. To finish the job, I smeared with bikini shave gel, washed my hands then took out my Venus. In about three minutes, my pussy was smoother than a baby’s butt.
Next, I dried and fixed my hair. Looking better, I thought as I applied lipstick and mascara. I went to my lingerie chest and opened the top drawer. I found the sexiest white panties I owned and slid them up my legs, pulling them tightly over my moistening sex. A matching lacy white bra next then to the closet to find something to wear. Did I dare wear the little black dress that I had for dates with my husband?
I held up a silky blouse and skirt, but, no. A few more sets of clothes didn’t seem to work for me. I took the tight little black dress from the hangar, held it over my body in the full-length mirror, and said, “Why not? It’s just a drink or two.”
I pulled the dress on and then zipped it up with some effort. Fluffing my hair again, I adjusted the tight fabric of the dress and turned in the mirror with a smile. I didn’t blame the young boys at Spencer’s for checking out my ass. It still looked good.
With a few twenties and my driver’s license in a tiny black purse and I stepped into a pair of heels then headed for the garage. Opening the door to my Mustang, yeah, the same one, I tossed the purse into the passenger seat.
I hit the garage door opener button on the visor of my car and cranked it up. As the garage door rolled up, I started to question what I was doing. With my forehead on the steering wheel, I had to keep reminding myself that it was only for a few drinks. “Right, Abbie,” I said as I put the car in reverse. I hit the button again to close the garage door and drove into the night.
There was no line at the front door. There was no cover charge. This town was too quiet for that. I scanned the few cars in the parking lot to make sure I did not recognize anyone’s vehicle that may know me. That was not likely in any case.
Terry was at a table in the back, sipping a mug of beer. He stood when he saw me as a gentleman would. His eyes were wide and his smile was nervous. “You look amazing,” he said as he pulled a chair out for me.
I smiled and sat down, the barmaid waiting on my order. Her eyes seemed to cut through me when I asked for an Old Fashioned. “Will that be all?” She asked in a jealous tone.
“No,” I answered, “You can leave your attitude at the bar, or send the other waitress.”
She walked away as Terry sat beside me. “She has been flirting since I got here.”
“I gathered as much, but I can’t say I blame her,” I said, “You are hot in that uniform.”
He smiled and we talked, and flirted. My drink finally came, but the waitress said nothing. Terry smiled and shook his head. I laughed, “She is too young for you. And she is certainly not pretty enough,” I said.
There was a small dance floor but no band. I guess that would be a weekend thing in here. An older man in jeans and a cowboy hat dropped some money in the Wurlitzer and the music started. A steel guitar and a fiddle started crying loudly. “Dance with me, Abbs,” Terry said, holding out his hand.
We walked the four or five steps to the dance floor and joined the old cowboy and his lady. Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty began singing, “After The Fire Is Gone.”
Terry held me close and we swayed softly. The song brought a pang of deep guilt in me for even being here. The words of that song, “Love is where you find it, when you find no love at home,” just cut my heart. I shook it off because it just felt so good being in his arms again.
The song played on and we danced slowly until the music ended. More drinks and more flirting. I found myself holding his hand in the smoky darkness of the room. Another drink, this one was a straight tequila. “Can I show you something?” Terry asked.
I was drawing circles on the rim of my shot glass, but looked up at him, “Yeah, what is it?” Not knowing what to expect, I watched intently as he dug into his pocket.
“I’ve kept these for twenty years,” he said, “Don’t worry, I’ve washed them.” He opened a zip lock bag and pulled out a white piece of cloth. And slid it to me. They were aged but in really good condition. I recognized them immediately.
“These are the panties I wore the night we…”
I looked up at him in shock. He was not lying, he was still holding on to a part of me that I had left behind so long ago. A tear rolled down my cheek. “I got this tonight,” he said, handing me a key.
I held it up, letting the fob dangle from the ring. The number sixteen was printed on it. I looked at the fob for a few long seconds then shifted my eyes to his. He held a hopeful gaze at me that I could not deny. I was trying not to admit it to myself, but I was still in love with him too.
“Let’s go,” I said softly.
Terry paid the bill and left the flirty waitress a tip. I took the napkin with her phone number on it, blew my nose with it, and dropped it on her tray. She turned her nose up and stomped away. I took Terry by the hand and led him to the door. Feeling the effects of the several drinks, we opted to leave the vehicles in the parking lot and walk the short distance to the motel.
I slid the key into the slot on the knob, and after a few seconds of hesitation, opened the door. The room had not changed in the last twenty years. “I think it’s the same light bulb as the last time,” I said with a laugh.
“I hope they have washed the sheets,” Terry laughed.
I walked to the counter by the bathroom and turned the fluorescent light on, brightening the room. After a second or two of reflection, I turned it back off. Terry walked to me as the door clicked shut. His hands slid around my waist and pulled me tightly against him.
I felt his lips on my neck as he kissed and nibbled. His crotch pressed against my ass, and I slowly wiggled against him, feeling him grow erect. His strong hand slid softly to my hemline, pulling it up, and uncovering my panties. His other hand slid under the waistband of the front of my panties, finding my clitoris. There was no turning back now. I had never cheated on my husband before tonight, hadn’t even considered it. I leaned forward. Resting my arms on the old Formica countertop.
Terry knelt behind me, pulling my panties to the floor, his face mere inches from my naked ass. I was already soaking wet as he slid his hands gently up my legs. I bent further when he pushed his tongue into my pussy from behind, moaning softly. He took his time licking my slit and asshole. I could tell he was savoring this.
My mind seemed to be in a dream state. Probably a mixture of alcohol and lust. I stayed on the edge of orgasm, not wanting to dive in yet, and not wanting it to end. I laid over the counter, eyes half open, half closed. My body swayed under its own accord. I softly said his name over and again, affirming my pleasure and approval of his ministrations.
His tongue traced up and down my wet slit, circling my clit every time. It was funny that sometimes as I fucked my husband, Terry filled my mind. It had happened many times over the years. Now that my secret desires were being fulfilled, my husband could not be further from my mind. His tongue pressed at my asshole and then circled it.
I was disappointed when he stopped but surprised to see him in the mirror, unzipping his uniform trousers. I hoped that time and fond memories had not exaggerated my recollection of his size. I could not see his erection from the angle that I had but felt the heat of his sex as he rubbed it up and down my pussy. I wiggled my ass in anticipation and told him to stop teasing me.
Terry took the hint well, pushing his cock into my sex. I was happy to feel that my memory was correct. If anything he had grown thicker. My pussy lips opened to accept my invading Marine. He pushed in teasingly slow, but it felt wonderful. My pussy was stretched to extremes that my husband could not fill.
I hadn’t been filled like this since last Terry fucked me. I relished the feelings coursing through my body. The gentle nature of the man that I’ve known so long was in itself a form of torture. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me like I was his again. I looked at him in the mirror. He was already looking at me.
Our eyes locked on each other’s as he slowly fucked my pussy. We both wanted this. I needed it as badly as he did. His dick felt so good. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. The ribbons on his left breast were many and colorful. I wondered what he had done to earn them. His white teeshirt was the next thing to come off. I was shocked at the scars.
I stood in alarm and concern, turning to see better. There were scars everywhere. Burns, what had to be bullet holes, long slashes, and spots that had to be from an explosion. “Terry?” I asked, “What happened?”
“They are old scars,” he explained, “I’m okay, Abbs.”
My fingers touched and explored the reddened skin of old wounds. The scar tissue read like Braille on his body, the story of his war. I Didn’t ask again, if he wanted to tell me, I would listen. I simply looked and kissed each wound. I kissed down his chest, my hands touching each spot. There was a long stitch line on his left hip, curling around nearly to his groin. I traced it with my finger, lifting his hard cock with my other hand, and bringing it to my lips. He was glistening with my wetness. I slid my tongue from his base, tasting myself on him, to his head. He was so long and thick.
I took his head into my mouth, looking up at his eyes, so brown. He leaned over me, unzipping my dress. My bra was next, not as much trouble this time to unhook. He watched as I was taking his cock as deep into my mouth as I could. He tasted like a man and looked like a man. His body, though scarred from war, was strong and very fit.
I saw him draw a deep breath, watched his head drop back. I knew he would come soon. I doubled my efforts sucking him faster and harder, stroking him with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. His first ejaculation was heavy and nearly filled my mouth. I swallowed it and took the rest in, tasting the essence of the man I’d missed for so many years.
Holding his seed in my mouth for just a few seconds, I savored the taste and then swallowed it down. He remained hard and helped me to stand, kissing me deeply and lovingly as he pulled my dress over my head and dropped it on the floor. We stood naked, his cock pressed to my belly as he held me close. I returned his hug, never wanting this moment to end but wanting him inside me again, stretching and filling my sex.
He picked me up and carried me the four steps to the bed, laying my body on it. He moved into position between my knees and pushed his cock all the way in again. This would last much longer now that he had already had one orgasm. “Fuck me, Terry,” I growled.
He held nothing back this time. My body accepted his thrusts with small resistance, surrendering to the force that stormed my beaches. The bed squeaked obscenely as we fucked like teenagers again. My hands roamed every inch of his shoulders and back as he sucked and bit my erect nipples.
I moaned through my first orgasm then another as he pounded in and out of me. My pussy flowed with my juices, lubricating his large cock. I let my legs fall wide giving him complete access. I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His heart pounded in his chest as I drug my fingertips over his ribs and back.
“Cum for me, Terry,” I urged, “Fill me with it.”
That was all it took. His body tensed as he thrust once more, burying his dick in my sex. His balls rested on my ass as he pumped his seed deep into my womb. “Oh,” he moaned, “Abbie, it’s so good.”
“Yes,” I breathed as I came with him, “Cum inside my pussy, Terry. Fill me up with it.”
We floated on the cloud of our orgasms until they faded into the night. Holding and kissing each other into the darkness. We made no conversation, just cuddled until sleep took us. I was completely satisfied for the first time in twenty years.
The end.
