0 comments/ 6839 views/ 1 favorites The Breakdown Ch. 01 By: freaky.tales I couldn't believe that I was back in Millington. So much had changed. The last time I was here, the streets were lined with Marines and young Sailors, headed to bars like the Brass Rail, but now, the streets were quiet, most of the bars and tattoo parlors had closed. I couldn't believe it was a Friday night and the streets we so quiet. As we made our way to our destination, it became difficult to believe that when I was stationed here it was a booming naval base. The only lights I noticed were the ones at McDonald's and the base hotel, Navy Lodge. As we pulled up in front of the hotel and began to unpack our luggage, I looked around, wondering why I had accepted this assignment. I guess I was halfway expecting the Millington I knew from 1996. I had even asked my co-workers if they wanted to check out the town and get drinks. They didn't really seem interested. But in a way I expected that. It had been a long drive. Then there was almost a twenty-year age difference between myself and the youngest of my co-workers. Three of them were married and the oldest was a divorcee. I was the youngest person working for our company, and the only minority. I was used to it, thanks to the squadrons I worked at while in the military. However, the age difference was beginning to bother me. Most of my co-workers were older, real life nerds, who spent most of their free time playing Mech Warrior or some other fantasy game. I played against them online from time to time, but I never really took the battles as serious as they did. We all worked for a contractor who installed processor-based servers for IBM. I was the muscle, and they were the brains. Every assignment we went on, I carried my laptop to keep me company. I spent most of my time online chatting. Yea, I know it's not much better, than gaming. As I finished unpacking my clothes, I pulled my laptop out the case and accessed the internet, figuring maybe I could chat the three weeks away. Finally, the screen finally booted up and I begin to click the icons. Before I had a chance to enter the chat room, the usual people on my messenger list were already speaking. Already I could see it was going to be one of those days in the chat world. The ones you hate, the type of day when no ones saying anything. It's hard to believe there are twenty-two people in the room. I begin speaking to the usual people. After sitting around in the room for almost thirty minutes, several people finally begin talking. Before long, the conversation changes to music. Being one of the only people from the south who frequent the rooms, I'm usually on the defending end of the conversations. Just as predicted, within minutes, the conversation switched to the influx of southern music on BET and MTV. After listening to this guy online, who calls himself rated, discuss how southern rappers didn't have any lyrical content, I decided to step in, naming several whom I considered talented. Of course, I always have to present both sides of an argument. So when I "dissed" this group named "Three-6," I was surprised to hear an objection. I begin scrolling to see who had responded and got an instant message from exclusiivlee, this girl I met online a couple years before. She asked me why I was talking about Tennessee and I responded, "well I spent time in Memphis so I can talk about Three- 6 Mafia." She laughed or as we do it online typed LOL. We talked about the Memphis rap scene for a couple minutes, and she asked me how I knew so much about the local groups and the clubs. Responding I said, "I spent a year in Millington in '96. In fact, I'm actually in Millington now." There was a pause in the conversation. I knew she was from Tennessee, but never really knew where she was from. A couple seconds later she sent me an instant message saying "I'm in Millington too." At first I didn't want to believe her, knowing her reputation for joking around. But the more I thought about it the more it seemed feasible. Thinking quickly, I asked her to prove that she was from Millington. She sent me another instant message with a telephone number and a name, Ursula. Looking at the screen, I debated if I would call. Picking up the phone in the room, I dialed the number, half expecting to not get anyone on the other end, but on the first ring I heard a warm voice greet me. We begin talking and before I knew it several hours had passed. I'd learned more about her in the last hour than I had learned in the two or three years of talking to her online. Looking at the time, I told her I'd call her after I got off work. Maybe we could get up, and do dinner and a movie. She agreed. *************************** The next day went by quickly. After, climbing through the cramped ceiling installing cables and wiring for the computer servers, I was exhausted. I'd really pushed myself and managed to complete most of my part of the installation. As I sat outside the restaurant, I begin to wonder, if Ursula was going to even show. She had told me that she would be here by 8:00 p.m., but it was already a quarter after and I beginning to think I had gotten stood up. Finally, I noticed a newer model Intrepid turn into the parking lot. I watched intently as the car pulled up, trying to sneak a peek at the driver before she had a chance to see me, but the windows were tinted. Getting out of my car, I walked around and opened the door. The first thing I noticed was her smile, which was comforting and framed by a luscious set of lips. As she stood, I noticed she wasn't at all what I'd expected. I'd really expected a frail, anorexic woman, with thick glasses or a six hundred-pound woman, but what I got was a voluptuous, BBW of a woman, with a beautiful face. I was so awe-struck, I didn't even hear her call my name, as she turned and started walking toward the restaurant. Time seemed to fly while we were in the restaurant. As we waited on the waitress to come back with the check, we continued to talk, mostly about people we both knew online. Normally, I would have been checking out the waitresses and customers as they walked by on the sly, however I was infatuated, wrapped around her every word. I took note of every detail about her. I begin to notice the way the right corner of her mouth curled when she smiled. "I bet it does that when she cums," I thought. I could have eaten her right there in O' Charley's. I just hoped she couldn't read me as I sat there undressing her in my mind. As we walked out of the restaurant, she mentioned to me that she thought it was a little late to go see a movie. I expected her to say, "It was nice meeting you." But instead, she suggested instead that we rent a movie. As I walked down the aisle behind her, I couldn't help checking out her thick legs, due to the boots and short black skirt she was wearing. Trailing behind her in Blockbuster, I begin to think about how the night would end. I had been in this situation on more than one occasion. Usually we would end up going back to her place and watch the movie, along with her roommate(s), or her kids and I would end up going home with a hard dick or a headache. This seemed to be one of those dates. She hadn't shown any signs of being interested in me. But at this point I could care less. I had a hotel room all to myself, my laptop, and internet connection. As long as there were sites like Literotica and Nude Africa, I knew even if we didn't have sex, I was going to get a nut anyway. *************************** When we sat on the sofa watching the movie, Ursula begins to relax. So far her roommate hadn't shown, and she had decided to lay her head in my lap. There still hadn't been any telltale signs of any type of attraction on her part. The movie was almost over and the fact that we were in a semi-intimate situation, caused my dick to harden slightly. Feeling a little self-conscious, I attempted to adjust her head. After a couple minutes she moved back to the same location, this time turning so the side of her face pressed against my lap. I almost want to say that she was enjoying turning me on. The feeling of the side of her face pressed against my dick was getting to be too much. For a minute, I had a lapse of judgment and decided to see if she would allow me to touch her. Reaching down her blouse, I had just begun to caress her breast, when she asked me to stop. Quickly grabbing my hand and placing it back on my lap. I was embarrassed. I couldn't believe I had actually tried that. So when the credits begin rolling, figured that it was time for me to go. *************************** Closing the door to my room, I still didn't believe I had the audacity to pull that stunt. I almost wanted to just run away at that point. I just knew when I logged online the next time everybody would be talking about how I had tried to rape her. She had been a little to calm about the whole thing. She'd even asked me to give her a call when I got back to the room to let her know that I had made it safely. I considered not calling, but figured I could at least be courteous and call her. Some seconds later, I heard her voice on the other end. "Hello," she said, "you know you didn't have to rush." I was shocked. Hell I had just molested her. But instead I asked, "Do you mind if I come back over then?" There was a moment of silence and then she responded, "Come on". The Breakdown Ch. 02 As I walked through the door to her apartment, I could sense a change in the atmosphere. Ursula had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. The sweat pants she was wearing didn't do any justice to her figure, but did make her seem even more down-to-earth. Sitting down on the sofa she motioned for me to sit beside her. Sitting down I didn't know what to expect because she hadn't really said anything. So I decided to break the silence by asking her what she was watching. She told me that she was watching Comedy Central. Then Ursula added "I wanted somebody to watch it with me, so I decided to invite you back over." I laughed at the comment and then asked, "are you sure that is the only reason you invited me back over?" She giggled, and then responded, "Just shut up, lay down, and finish watching this show with me," while motioning for me to lay my head in her lap. Looking down at my watch I noticed that it was some time after 3:00 a.m. and I couldn't believe I'd nodded off. My great-grandmother always told me it was rude to fall asleep on your company, but I guess I must have been tired. Looking up, I checked to see if Ursula had also fell asleep. Just my luck, she was wide awake and greeted me. "It's about time you wake up sleepy head. I see why your chat name is SleepyBrown now," whispered Ursula. I quickly apologized and sat up. She accepted the apology. Standing up, I begin to make my way to the door, when she informed me that I could spend the night. I paused for a second, thinking that maybe it was best if I did leave. But then I came to my senses. Before I thought about it enough to change my mind I turned around. She was standing inches away from me, looking into my eyes. So close it took a second or two for my eye to focus. Not wanting to make a fool out of myself again I took a step back. She smiled, the corner of her mouth doing that cute twitching thing again just before her lips parted. "You're not an axe murderer or anything," she asked. I told her no but thinking back to earlier, I'm sure she thought I was some sort of pervert though. Ursula joked, "I'm going to let you sleep in the bed with me. But before your begin thinking evil thoughts, it's only because I don't want my roommate to come home and there's some strange man lying on the sofa." So with that we walked back to her bedroom. I was nervous. I'd been in situations like this so many times, and usually sometime in the middle of the night we both awoke tearing each other clothes off. However, tonight I was going to be on my best behavior. To ensure that I was I climbed onto the bed, with every stitch of my clothes on, minus my shoes. She cocked her head and stared at me funny. "Don't you want to get comfortable" she asked? "I am," I responded. Though there wasn't anything remotely comfortable about the situation. She turned and grabbed some things out of her chest and headed for the bathroom. I could hear the water splashing against the floor of the shower. I thought about leaving as soon as she came out of the bathroom. I knew me. I'd be tempted, and any sign of weakness displayed by her was going to be an open invitation for the freak in me to show up and show out. At times I was as humble as a church mouse. I couldn't hurt a fly, but I had a knack for smelling temptation. I was like a shark; the scent of lust carried on a breeze was enough to peak my arousal. I always knew the predator in me wasn't far away. I could tell because I begin to notice subtle things like the tone of the water changing as it touched her skin, a muffled sound compared to the sound of water against the shower floor. My train of thought was broken as I heard the squeaking noise that faucets make as they are turned. The sound of the water changed too. I knew she was about to get out the shower. I tried to act like I was asleep, hoping that she couldn't sense my thoughts. As the door opened to the bathroom, warm humid air filled with a familiar scent, that I couldn't put my hand on at the time, crept into the room. I knew the aroma had to be some sort of body wash, but I just couldn't figure out what. Backlit by the light in the bathroom as she stepped into the room, I watched her through my eyelashes, still feigning sleep. She had on a short t-shirt and some thongs. I prayed all kinds of prayers of intervention at that point. Climbing in the bed she slipped under the sheets and turned her back to me. I had made it a point to sleep on top of the comforter to add that extra boundary between us. She mumbled something that I couldn't make out, so I asked her what she said. She answered, "I asked were you sleeping. I see now that you're not." All I could do was laugh. She asked if I was scared and then told me I could at least cuddle with her before we fell asleep. I wrapped an arm around her. The scent of her skin was so sensuous. It was so intoxicating that I was in danger of becoming a lush. I closed my eyes and cleared my head. She looked over her shoulder and whispered goodnight, and before I knew it we had both nodded off. As the sun crept in between the blinds, my eyes cracked open. I watched as the speckles of dust danced on the beam of light. I attempted to move my arm, which was still thrown over Ursula's body. She grabbed my arm, sort of startling me and asked was I trying to sneak off to. Before I answered my eyes focused on my watch which read 7:48 a.m., which meant I had only twelve minutes to get to work. I let her know what the deal was as I sat on the edge of the bed tying my shoes. Luckily today was Friday and didn't we actually have to be there on time, I just liked to be consistent. So I said my goodbyes and headed out the door, locking it behind me. The next day flew by even though I didn't really have anything to do. As soon as I walked through the door I grabbed my cell phone and begin to check my messages. Two calls from my mom and one from Ursula. As I listened to her message play out, I thought about the events of the night before. I tried to figure out what I could have done differently. I laughed at her message as she ended it, telling me that she had enjoyed last night, and wanted me to stop by again tonight to watch a bootleg copy of The Bucket List. The last thing I wanted to do was watch a bootleg film of a movie I didn't really want to see, but the thought of just being around her again turned me on. When she opened the door to her apartment, the scent of buttered popcorn hit me. I walked in and sat down on the sofa. As Ursula walked back to her room, I glanced down at my watch, just as her roommate emerged from the kitchen with a bag of popcorn and plopped down on the sofa next to me. "So, you're Carlos I assume," her roommate said while digging into the bag and pulling out a handful of popcorn. As she put it in her mouth, I nodded letting her know her assumption was correct. While she chewed, I wondered what kind of conversations they'd had about me. Being that I had several female friends, who confided a lot in me, I knew generally how these conversations went. I was just hoping I wasn't in the friend zone. The roommate wiped the butter and salt from her hand, onto a towel she had draped over her shoulder. She then extended her hand and said, "Hey, I'm Keisha, and I've heard nothing but good stuff about you." Just as I was about to ask what she'd heard, Ursula came back in and asked me was I ready to go, right before she threw in a comment to not pay any attention to Keisha. I hadn't planned on going anywhere, in fact I'd come over to see the movie. But Ursula told me on the way out the door that she'd explain everything when we got in the car. Standing there in Ashley Stewart, I felt a tad bit out of place. It wasn't that I didn't feel comfortable in a women clothing store, but it was the fact that I felt like I was falling into the role of friend. I knew that if I didn't do anything soon I'd be that shoe-shopping, no booty getting, laughing at the thought of me touching her, guy for the rest of my life. But I knew that if what I did was too drastic, I could lose our friendship. It was quickly becoming one of those situations that nothing could prepare you for. As I stood there thinking, the sound of the hangars sliding across the clothing racks was broken by Ursula's voice. "I know you're over there wondering what was going on, right," she asked. Before I could answer she began to explain that her roommate thought something was happening between us. Ursula said "yea, Keisha was saying she was going to tell you that I like you. And that all I do is talk about you." Before I even realized what I was saying it was out. "But do you," I had asked her. We both stared at each other for a second, speechless, before Ursula finally responded. "I think I found something, now let's go home."