The Chief, part 6

I wanted him in the worst way. How did this happen? How did I go from not being attracted to him to thinking about marriage? I decided right then and there that I was nuts. The pretentious and snobbish attitudes of my mother’s family would deter an idea of marriage between myself and someone who wasn’t white. Chief was not an European aristocrat. But then again, I never really cared what my family thought of men I dated. If dating is what you could call it. Just because some guy bought me dinner doesn’t make it a “date”. My friend Thea says those are “booty calls” with a public perk!

Half of this particular visit was spent in bed with Chief, the rest of the time I was hanging out. It was my time, although brief, until my actual vacation with Hannah’s girls. They had finally decided on Italy and I had everything booked. I was daydreaming about living someone else’s life when he interrupted my thoughts.

“Helloooo, where were you?” He grinned.

“Oh, um, uh, I was in lala land. You should know me well enough to figure that out.” I felt sheepish for not paying attention.

“I saw that. I hope it was good for you.”

“Nah, not nearly as good as being with you.” I got up and sat on his lap before giving him a kiss.

“Liar. You suck at lying.”

I was busted. I could tell as I stared into his dark brown eyes that it didn’t matter about the other guy in my head. If that other guy actually existed. As for the moment, Chief was the only one I wanted. I could tell the feeling was mutual as I dry humped him in the chair. I got up from his lap and knelt on the floor. His pants were tight but my expertise in undressing men allowed me to quickly free his manhood. I licked his lips before swallowing as much of him as I could take in my mouth. He leaned back into the couch and arched his back. He slid his hips down to make it easier for me work my magic. I learned how to perform oral sex from a gay friend when I was a teenager. My tongue was notorious for making men weak. If I hit it just right, most could lose their load on my command.

We had sex several times that weekend. My favorite kind of sex is “surprise sex”. I was asleep on my stomach in his bed when he slipped in from behind. I was in a dream-like trance and didn’t want to wake up. I moaned intently and I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. It drove me insane. What an incredible orgasm!

Weekends are short. Way too short and underrated if you ask me. I knew this was going to be the last time I would see him for a while. My boss called the day before I left to let me know I was going overseas for a while.

The Chief, part 5

Being with Chief isn’t that bad. He spoils me. We go to out to dinner every night, shopping, movies, and pretty much anything I want to do. He encourages me to see friends. Especially my female friends. Oh how I miss hanging out with Jaimie and Maryanne! I saw them briefly while I was working there but it wasn’t enough time.

“Alright, I’ve got some free time coming up. What’s your schedule look like?” I asked.
“The boat will be out for a while next month but I should be in port after that. Want to come out in about 6 weeks?”
“Sure, I’ll find a flight and let you know when to pick me up.”
“Sounds good to me. You going to call the girls?”
“Yes! Jaimie and I talked about going to a day spa, so I’ll need her to find a good one and make appointments for us.” That would be glorious! Sex and a massage, what girl could ask for anything more?
“Good, good. I like it when you spend time with your girlfriends.”
“Perv. I know what you’re thinking!” I laughed so loud it echoed in the room.
“Call me later. Have a good night.” He was laughing as he hung up the phone.

I flipped open my laptop and started searching for a flight to Seattle. It didn’t take too long to find an affordable flight. I’m the queen of cheap when it comes to expensive stuff like airfare. I was just about to call Chief back when my stomach growled. He was going to have to wait. Food was my first priority. I left the room and headed to a Chinese place on the corner.

I was feeling some strange sort of weirdness. Not about the sex. The sex was good! I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling when it came to the Chief. I knew I wasn’t attracted to him but at the same time, I had to have felt something because I did have sex with him. All I could say was that our relationship would never be the same. I was definitely shaken up.

I called him the next day to give him the information on my flight. I was actually looking forward to spending another weekend with him. As the weeks flew by, I developed butterflies in my stomach about seeing him. Something had changed. I couldn’t figure out if it was him or me. That was the part that was driving me crazy. Fortunately, I didn’t have time to dwell on it too much.

Chief picked me up from the airport and took me back to his apartment. He had to go to work so I crashed on the couch. I didn’t realize how long I had been asleep until he woke me up with a kiss. He pulled away from until I grabbed his shirt. I wanted another kiss. Wow! What did he learn while I was across the country for the last six weeks? I couldn’t get enough of his kisses.

The Chief, part 4

We finally arrive at his apartment and unload my luggage from his truck. Once inside the apartment, he drops my suitcase on the floor and pulls me into a tight hug. His lips are pressed against the hollow of my neck. I melted right on the spot. Chief knew where my weak spots were. I had instantly become his slave.

I pulled away from him to look into his eyes. His hands were on my hips as I brought his face towards mine. I kissed him like I had never kissed him before. His lips felt soft under mine. I closed my eyes to muster my deep-rooted passion. His hands traveled around my waist, to my buttocks and lifted me off the floor. Chief tore his lips from mine and began kissing my neck, traveling down to my chest.

He kept one arm around my waist as his other hand slid up my shirt to fondle my breast. My nipple grew harder as his thumb flicked over it. All I could do was moan. I could feel his hardness pressing through his pants. The beast was begging to be freed from the constraints of fabric. I knelt before Chief and released him.

Stop looking at me like that. You’re not getting the juicy details. Okay, I gave him the best head of his life. Then we had sex. I insisted upon the missionary position. I was hoping that if I laid there like a dead fish, he’d get turned off. Most guys do get turned off with that, don’t they? I had no choice but to lay there and fake an orgasm. How did I fake it? That’s my little secret!

Have you seen “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”? There’s a scene in it where the guy is having sex with the black girl. She moans a couple of times then tells him she came. That’s very close to what I did that night.

The next morning, I woke up in bed alone. The apartment was unusually silent and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I felt like someone had slipped me a Mickey but I knew better. I hadn’t even drank last night.

The following Monday I was on a plane to my next station. I realized when Chief didn’t call, that most women have a certain expectation of the men in their lives. I didn’t. By the same token, I didn’t call Chief. I guess I could have but I knew that we both were busy with work.

He called a couple of weeks later. I was sitting alone in my room, debating with myself about dinner and going to a movie when he called. I felt out of sorts in the conversation. I didn’t love him but I had sex with him. It’s quite possible I felt used. I was still young and not wise enough to discern what my feelings were. I just knew that I didn’t love him romantically.

“So, how’s it going?” He asked. It was a typical question but I did appreciate how he was concerned about my welfare.
“It’s busy. It’s freakishly cold here.” I couldn’t really think of anything else to say.
“When are you coming back?”

Damn! I think to myself.

“Didn’t you get enough of me a couple of weeks ago?”
“No. A weekend with you only leaves me wanting more. So much more.”
“I don’t know when I’ll get back. I only know a few days beforehand where I’ll be for the next project.” I lied through my teeth and prayed he wouldn’t call me on it.
“Oh, ok. If you come here will you call me?” He sounded disappointed.
“What’s the deal?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“What’s your fascination with me?” I was getting aggravated and exasperated.
“You’re so open about life. Your free spirit and the fact that you don’t take crap from anyone. You have boundaries. You’re loyal and fierce. You know when to protect and when to let go…” He paused for a moment. “You have this incredible quality that makes you beautiful and sexy. Let’s not forget how smart you are and you never allow anyone who is less intelligent to feel dumb around you.”

I sighed. Chief wasn’t saying things to placate me. He was telling the truth. It’s something about me that I didn’t understand and wouldn’t comprehend for years to come.

The Chief, part 3

I would get through the weekend with him. He was like a gleeful child when I said yes. The sad puppy dog look was gone from his face. We continued the drive to the restaurant in silence.

Chief knew of my weakness for authentic Mexican food. It was no surprise where he took me. He held my hand as we walked from the car. Chief has always been a gentleman with the ladies. I must admit this is my favorite part about him. That and he is very easy to talk to. I never hold back what is on my mind with him. It’s disturbing at best.

Small talk was made over dinner. Neither of us could ask certain questions about each others' work and I really didn’t feel like talking about the past. Talking about Chuck was a touchy subject. One that left me in tears more often than not. We discussed future plans, vacations, places we’ve been, his kids, Hannah’s girls, and what to do this coming weekend. In any event, I didn’t want to get into a deep conversation.

He dropped me off at the barracks after dinner. Generally, I stay in the officer’s barracks or in transient housing at the various stations. I’m not there long enough to get a short-term apartment and hotels are not part of my expense account. One thing was for certain, I wasn’t going to have to worry about having a place to stay this weekend.

I woke up the next morning to a pounding on my door. It was Chief, waking me up for breakfast. Good thing he did too, because I was running late. I forgot to turn my cell phone back on after dinner. I just stared at him groggily.

“Wow, good morning. Who did you fuck last night that you forgot to take your clothes off?” Chief was chuckling at my mussed state.
“Bite it.” I couldn’t help but look down at myself. I didn’t bother getting undressed before climbing into bed.
“You know, we could have breakfast here.”
I knew what he was implying. But no way. Not there.
“Uh, I’m going to grab something from the Exchange Mall. I should be good.”
“Let me give you a ride over there.”
“Sure, I gotta pull myself together and change my clothes. Oh, thanks for waking me. I would have been super late otherwise.”
“No problem. We won’t need any wake up calls this weekend.” A huge grin was plastered on his face.
“I’m sure we won’t. I’ll be ready in a second.”
“Oh really? What did you have in mind?”
I casually skirted the question. “I haven’t given it much thought. I could use some sleep. Jet lag is catching up to me.”
“Sleep, okay. I’m sure we can fit that in.”
“Let’s go.” I rolled my eyes.

After a long day of work and fielding some troubleshooting questions for another location, Chief was waiting for me outside my office. He took me back to my room and helped me pack up before turning in the room keys to housing.

Chief looked at me and said, “I was thinking we could drop your stuff off at my place, then figure out dinner.”
“I’m tired. We can always order in.”
“Yes we can.”

We dropped the keys off and I signed out of the barracks. I needed to go by the base Commander’s office to drop off a report and then we would be on our way. My favorite Lady Gaga song was playing in the car. I turned it up loud and sang along. I didn’t care who heard me. Who knows what the Chief was thinking when I did that. He was just laughing at me because I’m sure I was quite an interesting sight to behold. I was nervous. I knew what was coming up. I had it in my head that I was just going to give him what he wanted and then call it good. It’s not like I’m in a relationship with him or any other guy.

The Chief, part 2

I knew my luck was going to run out eventually. I ended up with an assignment on Chief’s base. I couldn’t avoid him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no when he asked me to dinner. We had been friends for over 10 years. He knew how to get under my skin. He knew how to corner me so I couldn’t deny him his request.

I felt so weak.

Every location I go to, I am given a private office. I don’t spend much time in it as I oversee many of the systems as they are being used.

Chief was waiting for me outside my office the day after I arrived. I hadn’t told him I was going to be there. One of his friends was bragging about the new chick on base. I overheard the talk and I was not a happy camper. I didn’t have time to prepare myself for seeing him.

“Hey, when were you going to tell me you were here?” was all he said as he stared at my boobs.
“Oh hey. I was going to call you when I finished working here.” I replied. Translate that to mean “I was going to call you once I left this station.” I had no intention of calling him.
“So can we go to dinner tonight? You gotta eat.”
“Yeah, I do have to eat. But I don’t know when I’ll be done with stuff here.” I hated lying to him but I didn’t want to sit through the evening with his tentacles all over me, feeling me up.
“So is that a yes?” He looks at me hopefully.
“Yes, it’s a yes.” I sigh. See what I mean about black & white?

Chief really is a nice guy! A lot of girls are attracted to him. When I’m in the room, on the phone with him, or chatting via messenger, no one else exists. He is completely oblivious to them. Even if I point them out!

My supervisor calls me later and tells me to take the weekend off. I’m not needed at my next station for another 2 weeks. The project has been delayed, he says. Great, so I’m stuck, in this hell hole, with Chief. I knew, I just knew what was going to happen.

As we’re going to dinner, Chief asks me what is on my mind.
“Nothing, really,” I replied, knowing full well that I didn’t want to concede to the upcoming conversation.
“Hmmm… I know you better than that, so spill it.”
Fudge, I think to myself. Might as well agree and get it over with. Good thing I can fake it so well.
“My next project is in delay mode. I’m not real happy about it,” I sighed.
“So, what does that mean?” He was grinning.
“That means I’m stuck here for a while.” I examined him with my peripheral vision and could read his mind just by the expression on his face.
“Awesome! Want to spend the weekend at my place?”
“Not really but I will.”
“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that.”
“What? I just said I will spend the weekend with you. Now you are getting your dream.”
“True, true. Well put.”
“I just don’t get your obsession with me.”
“You are amazing! So wild, free, and I love that you love sex!”
I couldn’t help but join him in laughter. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I could just be an uber bitch and set aside the fact that I didn’t feel any chemistry with Chief at all. His obsession with me rankled me at times. How could he not feel the lack of chemistry?

The Chief, part 1

I’ve known the Chief since I was in my teens. He was my late boyfriend’s roommate before Chuck passed. Chief never held much interest in me until much later, after I had officially become an adult. It was a simple letter that triggered the unexpected response.

I wrote a very provocative letter to Chuck. It was for Chuck’s eyes only but never stayed that way. He had the audacity to show it to a few of his friends! I was incredibly furious about this but I couldn't do anything about it being 2000 miles away. Next thing that happens is Chuck’s footlocker was broken into and the letter went missing.

Some of the guys knew who I was. Chuck had a big mouth and talked about our sex life. I was flattered and embarrassed all at the same time. I didn’t want the attention. The catcalls, the wolf whistles, and the come-ons. I couldn’t tell who was serious and who just wanted in my pants, due to my young age and lack of experience. I couldn’t handle it nor did I know what to do in response. I was still very shy and had limited experience.

Meeting the Chief intrigued me. He was different yet the same as his letters. I felt naked under his intense stare. Might as well just take off my clothes and walk down the street naked. Chuck warned me about the Chief and his blatant desire for me. What did I do merit that kind of attention from anyone?

I allowed the Chief to write me letters while I was attending college. He knew what kind of school it was but managed to slip some eye-raising words on to paper. It fueled my frustration with celibacy and eventually turned me into a wanton hussy. I didn’t get it. I wasn’t attracted to Chief sexually.

Chief was half-black and half-Mexican. It wasn’t because of his race that I wasn’t attracted to him. I like chocolate. Maybe it was the way he stared at me so intently. As if he was trying to read my mind and figure me out. Maybe it was his formal attitude. Everything was black & white with the Chief. No gray in the middle. Well, he is a sailor after all.

He gives the impression that he is much wiser beyond his years. Maybe it’s his mentality that I don’t like? I get the feeling that he is too serious all the time. Chief’s demeanor rarely changes and I rarely see him smile. I need someone who doesn’t take life so seriously. There you have it!

Chief would ask me on a regular basis if I would come spend a weekend with him. I had denied him for the longest time and was hoping to continue avoiding the questions. It’s so hard to want to spend a weekend with someone when you’re not attracted to him. I have nothing besides platonic feelings for him. Strictly platonic. Your psyche knows when you are attracted to someone. I just wasn’t attracted to him no matter how hard I tried to be.




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