The Sailor, part 5

“Bring him up here. First thing tomorrow,” said Chuck.

“No! Wait, why?” I asked.

“Because I am your friend and I want to make sure he’s a decent enough guy.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll bring him over. But you better be nice to him!”

I didn’t trust Chuck. My gut said there was an ulterior motive to his demanding to meet Sailor. Honestly, what did I have to fear? They both were in the Navy. They had that and me in common. I hung up the phone.

I drove to my favorite lake and sat in the parking lot, overlooking the waterfall. I had to think but I really couldn’t be alone with my thoughts. Watching the water calmed me down. It truly was getting late and I was getting sleepy. I started the truck and headed home, dreading daylight. Eh, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

I woke up and told my folks I was going to see Chuck. I knew they wouldn’t give me a hard time about it. I called Sailor to tell him about the plans for the day before quickly showering. I skipped doing a full face of makeup and pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. My dad slipped me a twenty, knowing I would be gone the entire day. He always took care of me like that.

A horn sounded outside and I ran out the door, hollering goodbye to whomever was listening. Sailor had the radio too loud, again. I could hear it before I got to the car. I open the door and motion for him to turn it down. Hard rock always gave me a headache. He popped in a tape that I liked instead. Thank goodness!

“Hey gorgeous! How goes it?” He grinned.

“I’m tired. Do you know where we’re headed?” I asked in reply.

“Yep, looked at the map earlier. I know the general area but you’ll have to give me exact directions once we get closer, ok?”

“I can do that. Did you have breakfast?”

“No, did you? I bet you didn’t.”

“Of course not. I can’t eat right after waking up. Makes me sick.”

“Alright, breakfast it is. McDonald’s ok with you?”

“Yeah, I don’t care. I’ll have a sausage egg mcmuffin, hashbrowns, and a Coke.”

“That’s my girl. It’s 9am and you have to have your Coca-Cola.”

I laughed. Sailor always teased me about having soda pop first thing in the morning. It was my only unhealthy vice!

A couple of hours later, we were pulling into Chuck’s driveway. He came out to greet us before we got up to the door. Technically, it was his parents’ house but they were away for the weekend. I didn’t bother with introductions. I let them size each other up. Chuck and Sailor were about as different as night and day.

“How’s it going?” Sailor asked, holding his hand out to Chuck.

“It’s good. Nice to meet you,” said Chuck.

The Sailor, part 4

Sailor was reluctant to let me go. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I needed some space. I had to think about what happened. I got dressed quickly after using the bathroom. I kissed him goodbye and left.

I didn’t go home. I couldn’t. Not yet. Instead, I made a fatal mistake. I called Chuck.

The Sailor, part 3

“I love you,” was all I could say. It summed up all the unusual emotions I had been having.
“I love you as well,” Sailor replied.
I didn’t know if anything else needed to be said. He obviously had more on his mind.
“I love looking into your eyes. They are so dark and mysterious. They draw me in.”
I chewed my bottom lip, unsure how to respond or if a response was even needed.
“We have one problem though.”
“Huh?” I was confused and the mood dissipated.
“Are you on birth control?” He asked.
Oops. I knew there was something missing in the moment. There goes my perfect control.
“Oh, shit.” I wasn’t worried about STDs but the last thing I wanted was a child. I was only 18! That’s still very much a child and I have to leave for school in a month. College and children were not a mix I wanted on my agenda.
“I’m not worried about it but if you do end up pregnant, I want to know.”
“Um, uh…” I hesitated. I had to get over the shock of what he said. He put the “p” word into a respective reality.
“I don’t neglect my responsibilities. I’d love to have a family with you but I don’t know if now is the right time with you going off to college and I don’t know where the Navy is going to take me.”
I was getting very uncomfortable with this conversation. I didn’t want to think about what pregnancy and having a child would do to my life. I wasn’t ready for marriage, commitment or anything else that went along with that. Control yourself, girl. I had to get it together before I hyperventilated with fear.
“I don’t think I will end up pregnant from tonight.”
“Well, it’s not my first choice but I wouldn’t fight it.”
“Let’s just wait and see. In the meantime, we can either not do it anymore or you can get condoms.”
“Ok. But promise me that you will tell me the outcome no matter what?” He held me tight until I agreed.
“I promise I will tell you. I should get home now. I’m sure my Dad needs his truck.”

The Sailor, part 2

Sailor was gentle and tender. He made sure I wanted him before we went any further. I had wanted him since the day I met him! Was he nuts? Could he really not tell that I wanted to spend every waking moment with him? Hell, I’d spend the rest of my life with him if he asked.

We continued kissing for the longest time. Then Sailor peeled my shirt off and caressed my breasts through my bra. My nipples were erect from anticipation. I let him have total control. I didn’t want to know what was next and soaked up the pleasure his kisses were giving me. I ran my hands down his solid chest and flat abs to toy with the waistband of his skivvies. I could feel the emanating heat of his cock. Sailor was rock hard. It began to pulse and throb when I wrapped my fingers around it. My thumb toyed with the precum on the tip. He moaned.

“I’m going to explode if you keep doing that.”
“Go ahead.” I must have had a wicked glimmer in my eye or something because he pulled my hand from him.
“No. Not yet.”
I pouted. I had never felt a man get off by my hand. It would have been a first.
Instead, Sailor rolled on top of me and we continued kissing. He sat back and straddled me. I was lifted to a sitting position so he could remove my bra. My breasts were exposed but I didn’t feel my usual shyness. Yet another strange feeling. It was as if we had been together our entire lives. Being with him gave me a sense of déjà vu. Maybe reincarnation was real. That would explain the strange feelings and the comfort I found from not being in control.

He laid me back down and gazed at me. I pulled him down for another kiss. He kissed my lips then created a trail down my neck to my breasts. My very sensitive nipples were feeling a bit tortured and tormented by his tongue. I could feel how wet I was between my thighs. My pants wanted off in the worst way. Sailor was taking his time and I fought the urge to rush things. The feel of his cock pressing my pubic area was too much for me to take and the dam broke. I soaked my pants from my orgasm. It was then that he decided to remove my pants and he was surprised to see that I didn’t have any panties on.

Moving on from my breasts, Sailor kissed my stomach as he tenderly separated my legs and knelt between them. He slowly worked his way to being on top of me. I could feel his cock begin to probe for the opening to my vagina. He slid the full length of his cock into me. We were in sync as our hips began a gentle rocking rhythm that took us both to an incredible crest of heighten waves. It didn’t take long for tremors to shake my body. It was a mind-blowing orgasm. I couldn’t repeat it if I tried.

It seemed like the orgasm was going to last forever. Sailor didn’t move from me until we were both sated. It took us a while to stop shaking. I laid in his arms until the sun came up. I sat up and started crying. I’m not an emotional person when it comes to sex but the tears would not stop flowing. Sailor held me while I cried. I’m pretty certain he didn’t understand my tears either. He lifted my chin to look into his eyes before kissing my tears. I knew exactly then what I was feeling.

The Sailor, part 1

I met Sailor when I was in my teens. He was a friend of a friend of a friend. Sailor was green from boot camp and getting ready to go to school for his specialty. He wasn’t quite 6 feet tall, which was a prerequisite for getting into bed with me, but he had these intense blue eyes that made me melt every time he looked at me.

Yes, I know. This is the second chapter about a man in a uniform. There’s another chapter coming on another one too, but it’s not the U.S. Navy. Bear with me. I will admit to having a fetish about a man in a uniform. There is something about the Cracker Jack look that gets me wet between the thighs. I turn into a fountain and can have an orgasm just from looking at a gorgeous sailor. Call me a hussy if you want. At least I am not afraid to speak my mind and loudly admit that I know what I want. I usually get it too.

Sailor was in town for the weekend. He lived on the other side of the state but came to my hometown just to see me. He called me late one night. My dad answered the phone. Sailor politely asked my father if I could come see him for a bit. Dad consented, then came downstairs to my room and woke me up. Dad handed me a piece of paper with Sailor’s hotel information and the keys to his truck. Mom wasn’t home and it was a rare moment where Dad supported my escape from this life.

I was gone in a flash.

Sailor was waiting for me. He had the door opened a crack so I could just walk in. I felt weird. Normally I exert a tremendous amount of control when it comes to men but there was a pull I had never felt before. I was drawn to him but I couldn’t explain the feelings at that time. I had only known him for a couple of weeks before this.

I completely closed the door and stood with my back against it for a moment. My eyes had to adjust to the darkness of the room. I took my jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair where I set my purse. It was quiet. The only sounds were of the cicadas outside and Sailor’s steady breaths. He was watching me from the bed. I took my shoes off and laid down next to him.

We just stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Time had slowly passed by. I didn’t care. I didn’t have a curfew to worry about. Dad would have called if he needed his truck. I’m glad he didn’t. It would have ruined a very special moment.

Neither of us spoke any time soon. It was if we were communicating telepathically. I felt him reading my inner most thoughts. Sailor reached out to pull me closer. I was in the confines of his warm embrace and I was so relaxed. His lips met mine with tender passion. It would be the most perfect kiss of my entire life. Words could not describe the tremors that ripped through my body from that one kiss. I didn’t know I would be forever affected by this man.