He whistles low and steps back, frowning like it hurts to enjoy the sight of me so much. At first I clasp my hands in front of my panties, but that doesn’t feel right, so I let them drop to my sides. My chest is gently rising and falling in suspense, and I can’t stop biting my lips.
“You scared?”
“No.”
“We have all the time in the world.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Alright then.” He unbuttons his shirt while I watch. Next is a white undershirt, and soon his bare chest is on display. I want to touch it so badly, but I stay where I am. “My face is up here, May.”
“You stared at me when my dress dropped!”
His eyes darken. “I sure did.” He unfastens his belt, and slides it off, our eyes locked. I swallow hard as he unbuttons his slacks. “I’m not a fan of the word penis, so from now on how about we call it my cock?”
I whisper, “Alright,” waiting for it to appear. He slides his under-shorts down and I gasp, walking forward. “Can I touch it?”
“I wish you would.”
My fingers float out, hesitating, toward the thick rod that extends from a cloud of blonde curly hair. The end of his penis — his cock — is thicker and there are visible veins all over the thing, veins that for some reason I don’t find repulsive. In fact, the entire thing is fascinating, how it’s slightly darker than the rest of him, the top like a mushroom, a tear glimmering on the very tip.
My fingers touch and then caress the silky skin as I whisper “Wow!” I wrap my fingers around it and watch his lips open. “Does that feel good?”
Those beautiful eyes sharpen, and he nods just a little as his hand wraps over mine to move back-and-forth, showing me how much pressure I can apply, and it’s a lot more than I expected.
“That doesn’t hurt?”
“It feels good. You’re doing great.”
“Does…your cock like me?”
Jerald nods, “He likes you very much. Give me your tongue.“
I stick it out and he latches on with his lips, gently sucking for a second while I stroke his cock with guidance. He shivers and releases my hand, but I don’t let go. I don’t want to. “Atta girl. You learn quickly, don’t you?” After a moment, he pries my fingers off, swoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Didn’t want to let go of me?”
“Never!”
He gives my bottom a hard spank, and tosses me onto the bed before yanking off his shoes and socks. My breath hitches as he crawls, naked. I am absolutely fascinated by his body, the muscles, the blonde hair, the strength. Sitting on his heels with his cock hard and bouncing, Jerald takes off my now-favorite shoes and drops them next to the bed. He traces my thighs just over the tops of my stockings, playing with the garter belt clip, his thumb flicking it.
I’m about to ask if he needs help to unfasten it, but the very next second he’s sliding down one stocking as if this isn’t his first pair.
“What’s that look for?”
“You’ve done this before!”
“Now May, you know I’m a sailor.” He rolls the second one down. “You must’ve heard the stories.”
“Yes, I suppose I have.”
“Don’t pout.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“Don’t lie either. Save that for your folks.”
“I just wish it was your first time.”
“Trust me, you don’t.”
With a high level of expertise he removes my garter belt. I can feel my bottom lip sticking out, the furrow between my brows. And of course, my arms are crossed over my brassiere as I lie on this pillow, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I feel him guiding my legs open, his finger lightly touching the outside of my panties, the strip over my private place. Heat is dragged from everywhere else in my body and concentrated in that one little spot. Wherever Jerald’s finger moves the heat follows. My arms uncross and I grip the blanket. I’m biting my bottom lip now, still staring at the ceiling, but now afraid if I do anything else he might stop. Over my panties, with a little pressure, he traces many paths that are my undoing. I’m panting, knuckles white, legs stretched and unmoving. “You’ve soaked these right through, haven’t you? Let’s just move this over a little.” I close my eyes knowing he’s looking at me. I never even look at me. And I didn’t think the spot could grow any hotter, but it has. When the tip of his finger touches my private skin, pushing through the curly hairs, my hips rise up on their own. I can’t stop them, and I don’t want to. It feels so good. He groans, and touches a place that feels like honey on fire. I’m panting harder, legs beginning to tremble. His voice is so deep. “Atta girl, it’s just me here. Just you and me. Move those hips if you want to. Do what feels good. You wanna rub up against it? Do you want to feel the pressure of my whole hand rubbing you like this? Or do you like the soft touch of my finger like this?”
He rubs up and down while I lose my mind. I stiffen, whimpering as heat bursts inside me.
“You alright?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Let’s remove these,” he murmurs, sliding my panties off. Climbing on top of me, he frowns, “This might hurt, seeing as it’s your first time.”
I throw my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes as I prepare myself, my legs wrapping around his narrow hips. Little by little he pushes his thick cock inside me. I wince on account of him being right. It does hurt, but pleasure is mixed with the pain, and he keeps checking on me to make sure it’s not too much.
A whole conversation is silently taking place and when I finally close my eyes to help myself relax, our bodies start to move as if we were meant to do this all along.
46
JERALD
T he way May feels in my arms.
How good she smells.
How willing she was to touch me.
Hold me.
“I never wanna let you go, either, May,” I groan as we rock, my hips opening hers, my cock buried deep. Pressure is building in my cock. She kisses me and I nibble her tongue before devouring her.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Hot all over!”
“Do you think you might come again?”
“What do you mean?”
“That feeling you had, when I touched you.”
“Oh, then yes! Yes!”
That rattles my brain and everything else I’ve got. She’s gripping my back, her legs wrapped around me. Her sweet and salty little peach is so tight my eyes are rolling back in my head. On the submarine I fantasized about being inside her, being her first. Being her one and only for the rest of her life.
One of my knees is bent to aid my hips, and my arms are smashed around her, the mattress swaying. The hook on her brassiere is digging into my wrist, but who gives a damn? I hope it scars me for life so I always remember this.
I feel my sack tighten, heat pressurizing every vein. “May!” She whimpers and I feel her walls clamp around my cock, over and over. I groan and join her in ecstasy, kissing like wild and losing our damn minds.
The pulses slow, and I collapse, panting, “I love you.”
She’s breathless, too. “I loved you the first time I saw you!”
Rising up to prop myself on my elbow so I can look at her, I smirk, “You always faint when you fall in love?”
She reaches up to play with the loose locks of my hair. “Dunno. Never been in love before.”
My heart feels that, deepening my voice with sincerity, smirk gone as I ask, “You want to have children?”
She nods, “Mmhmm.”
“How many?”
“Lots!” she grins. “A big family!”
“Lots it is.”
I start to get up for a towel and notice blood on the blanket. “Uh oh, how’re we going to hide that?”
She looks at it with me, confused. “What happened?!”
“That’s from your first time, as far as I gather. One of the guys told me this happened to him. It’s never been my experience, so I didn’t bring
us a towel. Damn! Now, what’re we gonna do?”
She asks, looking scared, “Are you mad?”
Realizing my error, I reach for her face, slide my fingers down it. “No, baby. That’s not why I’m swearing. It’s just we told Walter that we were married. If we were, tonight wouldn’t have been your first time, see?”
Perking up, she offers, “Maybe we got married today!”
“The story was we just got back from Norfolk.”
“Then we got married in Norfolk!”
“I don’t think it’s going to fly. If we had just gotten married today, we would’ve been more excited about it. We’d have included it in our story.”
“Oh,” she whispers, deflated.
Grabbing my coat, “I’ll be right back,” I hold it in front of me and peek into the hall. Nobody here.
Quick strides to the shared washroom and I’m soon rinsing off in the sink, swearing under my breath at getting us in this jam. I grab a couple towels, wet one and take a gander at my reflection.
Well now.
These lips sure are raw.
A grin spreads and snaps me back to what’s most important. I return to my future wife without anyone seeing me, shut the door, and stroll on up in no hurry.
“What did you see? Was there someone out there? Why are you smiling like that?” I bend down and use the wetted towel to clean her. She stares at me, voice quieting to ask, “Do you want me to? I don’t mind!”
“I like doing it.”
“Why are you so relaxed all of a sudden?”
Toweling her inner thighs I say, “On account of you’re here with me, and what we just did. And what we’re doing tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.”
She laughs, and lies back, letting me bathe her like this. I scoot her round bottom over and put a dry towel atop the stain. It doesn’t do much, so I open a couple closets. “Hot dog! Found us a fresh set!”
We redress the bed, enjoying the fact that we’re naked.
Except for this damn bra.
“Why is this thing still on?”
She throws her hands on her hips. “Did you think I was going to take it off? I figure that’s your job!”
“Oh it is.” I remove it with such ease, she smacks my arm. I throw the thing. It hits the wall.
A second later someone bangs from the other side. “Enough already! I’m trying to sleep!”
May breaks into a fit of the giggles, and makes a break for the bed. But I snatch her and plop her in front of me. “Hold on a second. Let me get a gander. Well, look at these beauties. They’re just saying hello, now aren’t they? They always this friendly?”
Trying to break free again, her giggles are as quiet as she can make them, and awfully adorable.
“You didn’t answer the question. Are these gumdrops always so sharp?”
“Cut it out!” She smacks my arm, and suddenly burrows into me, throwing her arms ‘round tight. “I’m so happy, Jerald! I don’t think anybody has a right to be this happy.”
With my mind instantly returning to the war, I kiss the top of her head. “I think everyone has a right to be this happy, May.”
Switching off the lamps and climbing into fresh sheets, we cuddle up close, kissing each other.
I awaken in total darkness with small hands on my arm and a female voice urging, “Wake up! Jerald, wake up! Oh please wake up!”
The hotel room comes into focus, and I realize it’s May here with me.
I’m not in my bunk.
There is no alarm.
Water isn’t pouring in.
I turn on the light, tan lampshade throwing a golden hue onto her troubled face.
“What is it, May?”
“You were shouting.”
“I was?”
We stare at each other. My head falls back on the pillow, and I’m so surprised I don’t know what to say.
May leans over to caress my face, her touch extra gentle, voice so warm, “It’s okay. It’s alright.” She reaches over me, turns off the light, and molds her naked body to mine, whispering, “You’re safe now. It’s alright. It’s all over. I’m with you and we’re safe,” until my muscles loosen, and I drift off.
47
JERALD
M ay is wrapped over me, her body lax. I turn my head to find dust particles floating on sunbeams through a crack in the curtains. Watching them while I listen to my girl’s soft breathing, I feel good on the inside.
Content.
I’ve got nowhere to be and someone to be there with.
She rouses, blinking the room into focus, and stretches her body, one fist reaching high. Lifting up to see if I’m awake, May says, “Oh!”
“Morning.”
“Were you watching me sleep?”
“No, but I was listening. This position, you on my chest, hard to see you. Look at the dust in the sunlight over there.”
She gazes at it, and after a moment smiles just like I knew she would. “That’s magical.”
“I figured a girl who likes bugs might find it pretty. Didn’t count on magical though.” I gather her up and kiss her neck.
“Petty Officer Cocker?!”
We look to the knock, both of us jarred by it. “Yeah, Walter?”
“You have a phone call!”
Under my breath I say, “Wait, am I still dreaming?”
“Let’s see.”
“Ouch! You pinched me!”
May’s blue eyes are huge. “Had to find out!”
We jump up, rushing for our clothes as I call to him, “Give me a second, Walter!”
She whispers while pulling on her lavender dress and searching for stockings, “Who could it be?”
“Someone who knows we’re here, and that’s not good!”
“Did you tell anyone, Jerald?”
“No, of course not!” Buttoning up my shirt I mutter, “I know you didn’t have time to tell the girls!”
“I’ve been with you this whole time.”
“Hang tight.”
“I’m coming with you if I can just find my panties!”
Snatching them from under the soiled blanket we left in a corner, I toss them over. She lets them drop, staring at them. “I’ll get a new pair.”
“Why don’t you stay here?” I walk to the door, smoothing my hair. “Good morning, Walter, good to see you again.”
We walk toward the front desk, side by side. “It’s one in the afternoon, son.”
It’s what?!
Hiding my alarm, I chuckle, “I suppose my body hasn’t had time yet to get used to dry land and normal schedules.” Glancing to him, I gauge his expression as amiable.
“I remember that feeling,” Walter sighs. “Took me months to acclimate.”
“Say, who’s on the phone?”
“Your father.”
I cough, covering my mouth. “I see. How did you know that? Out of curiosity?”
“He said he was Congressman Cocker and asked if his son Jerald was staying in my hotel. I said yes, and went to get you.”
Sucking my teeth I nod. “Fine fine good good.”
“Sounds like a nice fellow, for a politician. Here’s the telephone there.” He walks to the far side and picks up a fountain pen to mark up his accounting ledger, slipping on reading glasses.
I pick up the telephone, steel myself, and answer, “Pops, great to hear from you. Everything alright at home, I hope?” so Chief Petty Officer Walter Gibbons doesn’t know what deep shit I’m in.
“Jerald, what in Sam Hill are you doing all the way in Atlanta with Fred’s daughter!”
In the background, Ma says, “I’ll tell you what he’s doing! Or what he’s done!”
“Quiet, Frances, I’ll handle this! Jerald, have you lost your damn mind?”
“Have you no forethought for what would happen!”
“I said I’d handle this! Jerald, you get back here today!”
“What good will that do? Her reputation is already ruined! Her parents
will know they didn’t just sleep in a hotel!”
“Frances, dammit, cut it out! Jerald, I called every establishment from here to Atlanta when Fred telephoned me, shouting before I’d had my coffee.”
“Who cares about your coffee at a time like this, Raymond?!”
“I’m trying to tell the boy that I wasn’t prepared!”
“How could you be?”
“Let me handle this, wife, or I will hang up and make the call from my office with the door locked!”
“Try it! I heard you say which hotel. By the time you get there, I’ll be on the line making decisions that must be made.”
I try to get his attention, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I say, “Pops.”
“If anyone’s making decisions, it’s me! Stop insinuating yourself into the situation. Did Fred call you? No, he called me!”
“We are in this together!”
“Hey Pops!”
“If you’re threatening to make calls and decisions while I go to my office for privacy, then that’s not ‘together’ in my book!”
“And this is?”
“Pops!” I yell.
He yells back, “Jerald, hold on! I’m arguing with your mother!”
I hang up, and look over to Walter who’s watching me from over his glasses, chin tucked in and doubled.
“Seems my folks are having a fight.”
“Mmm. Happen often?”
“Afraid not, no.”
“What’s it about? Or is that too personal a question to ask?”
I whistle an uneven tune as I think a minute. He goes back to his numbers but I know his mind is half occupied with curiosity.
“Jerald?” May calls, and I step out to get a better view of her walking up the hallway, hair brushed and everything in place again. She looks cute as a button. “Who was it?”
“My father. And Ma made sure she was heard, too.”
“Oh no! What do they want?”
“What do you think they want?”
May stares at me. Her mouth twists to the side and she blinks at the options. “We’d better get married soon, then.”
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