3 comments/ 34863 views/ 3 favorites Sexual History of a Man Pt. 01 By: oldlover40 I was a pretty wild teenager, by the standards of my family and many of my friends. Although I attended a Catholic school, and made good grades, I drank beer, drag raced my car, and worked very hard at trying to have sex with every attractive girl I saw. I was always told I was a good looking guy, with a pleasant personality and I guess it was true, because I could get a date with almost any girl I chose. It was during the actual date that the problems started. I always found interesting topics of conversation to discuss with the girl, usually discovered shared interests we could enjoy together, and by the end of the night had become pals. While I could count on one hand the girls I had French kissed, it would take a computer to record the ones who called me their "Big Brother" or best friend. My friend Bill, laughed at me, because I dated pretty, intelligent girls, and remained a virgin, while he was dating, uh, let's say, more open and willing girls and having great success. So I asked out one girl who had a reputation as a slut. The word on the street was that no guy had ever dated her and failed to score. We went to a drive in movie theater, where a Disney flick was showing. Before the credits had finished running, she was in my arms and I was kissing her. Her blouse was unbuttoned before the heroine even met a wicked witch, and her bra was off by the first bite of the apple. I was in heaven. Then Wanda said something really clever about the movie, and that started us on a conversation about fairy tales and the motion picture industry. Damn, she was smart and witty, and I almost missed that part of her. We talked about her dreams and desires; I told her about my ambitions. As the heroine and the Prince began their presumed "happy ever after," Wanda was putting her bra back on, buttoning up her blouse, and saying "I never actually watched a movie all the way through before, except with my parents." Yes, sure, we went to a well-known "lovers' lane" after the show, but by that time we were destined to be friends, The final nail in the coffin of my desire was when she smiled at me, as I was plotting how I could get her pants off, and said "You're the first boy I ever dated that didn't try to have sex with me." Shit, if I had tried any harder, I would have had a coronary! Skipping ahead, here. No I never slept with Wanda, and five years later, she called me to tell me she was engaged. I said "Great, honey. Why did you call me?" 'Because, if you want me to, I'll break up with him. I've always loved you, you know." Note to self: How did you miss that? There were many others, beautiful girls, not-so beautiful girls. They all liked me. They kissed me; they invited me to the dance, and told me their troubles while crying on my shoulder. But there was one thing they didn't do -- unanimously. They did not have sex with me. Then one night, my friend called and invited me to a party at his house. It was nothing special, just a few kids over to play board games, and they needed one more guy to even things up. I walked in the door and WHAM! No...just kidding...there was no WHAM. No fireworks, no bells and whistles, just a few pretty teenaged girls and some boys I mostly knew. There was one couple I had not met and while I thought she was the prettiest of the girls, I was a little intimidated by his size and demeanor. My friend saw me come in and hollered, "Hey does everyone know Grant?" Everyone acknowledged that they had had the pleasure, except the one couple I had already spotted. Quick but adequate introductions followed, establishing that I was Grant, she was Crystal and he was her brother, at which point he no longer existed for me. I also learned that he was my age, 19, and his sister had just turned 18 and was a student at the local Junior College. We began playing some parlor game, and it became obvious that my friendly host had his eye on Crystal, and she seemed to divide her attention between the two of us. When her brother left early, I asked if I could drive her home and she agreed but said that I would have to drop off her friend Pat also. At this point, my friend showed what a good friend he was and agreed to be "with" Pat, at least for the ride home. I know most of these stories would have an massive orgy on the way home, but life ain't like that -- at least not my life -- at least not back then. What did happen --typical of my experience with girls- was that a hot song came on the radio and I stopped the car in the middle of an intersection and both couple got out and started dancing. It was fun- until another car drove into the intersection and we had to leave, but we were all laughing and deep inside I knew I had met a special girl. I kissed her lightly on the lips as I dropped her at the front door. ********************************************** A few months later, we were going steady. Our kisses had advanced to hard, moist bouts of passion, stretching for hours every night. I had acquainted myself with the feel and taste of her smallish, sensitive breasts, and...nothing! That's all- kissing, feeling, suckling. Period. One Wednesday, as I was getting ready to leave the house, my phone rang, and Crystal told me she was staying home from school, because she didn't feel well. She asked if I could come by and check on her later to see if she needed anything. Wild horses, as they say, couldn't have kept me away. I put in a few hours at my part-time job and, as soon as possible, punched my time card and headed for Crystal's house. Visions of her lovely form, draped only in a sheer nylon nightie danced in my head and reverberated in my other areas of interest. I grabbed a Dr. Pepper, her favorite drink, and drove up to her home. When she opened the door, I was somewhat disappointed because in place of the imagined sheer nightie, she wore her usual jeans and pullover shirt. The Dr. Pepper was accepted graciously and I demanded payment. I was given a kiss worth a few cases of Courvoisier and we retired to the sofa for further recompense.. I do not know what the malady was that affected my love, but it clearly raised the temperature of our interaction. Her kisses were no longer soft and sweet; rather they were hard, probing and demanding. My body was responding in all my teenage hormonal rage. My penis was struggling in a hopeless fight to rip out the crotch on my Levis, and my body heat was threatening to ignite the apartment. As we kissed, I pulled her shirt up and over her head with no resistance, and was thrilled to see that she had not bothered to wear a bra. I leaned down and took one tender nipple in my mouth and tasted it carefully, causing her to gasp with delight. (Remember we are dealing with two virgins here. Delight came easy in those days) I left that breast and moved on to the other, leaving my hand in charge of occupying the abandoned territory. I sucked, kissed and caressed those lovely mounds for what seemed to be hours, but may have actually been about ten minutes and realized that we were both rising to new heights of passion. I lay down on my back on the sofa and pulled her up so that her breasts were even with my mouth. As my mouth sucked and kissed, my hands began kneading her thighs and ass through the thick, resistant fabric of her jeans. Although she was obviously responding to the fondling of her ass, it was also clear that the recalcitrance of the denim was frustrating us both. Meanwhile her leg was pressing into my crotch, increasing the heat and the hardness of my aching member. Suddenly she jumped up, off the couch, staring at me with a look I had never seen before and could not identify. I suspected it was sheer terror, since that is akin to what I was feeling. "I can't stand this," she wailed, and ran out of the room. "Well, Dude, you have fucked this up royally," I said to myself, to which myself answered, "You mean... again?," my reasonable suspicion being that I wouldn't see Crystal again for days, if then. But before I could leave the apartment and head for my well-used Playmate of the Month, Crystal rejoined the party, but this time wearing only a pair of nylon panties and a huge smile. She sprinted across the room and vaulted onto me, flattening me back onto the couch and clamping her wonderful lips on mine. She ripped my shirt off, that I had been reinstalling, and placed both of her sweet little hands firmly on my crouch. When I moaned in a mixture of wonderment, joy and agony, pulled back in mock-concern. "Did I hurt you, baby?" she asked, pursing her lips playfully. "Not exactly, darling, but this whole situation is causing a lot of pain down there," I replied. With the most tender look of love I had ever seen, Crystal then unbuckled my belt, lowered the zipper, and pulled the Levis down to my knees. Her warm gentle hands dove for my penis, and began to caress it, as I let my hands stray below the elastic of her panties and into the sparse tangle of hair over her sweet virginal pussy. As she became braver with my prick, I made further advances into her tight, moist vagina, finally finding her clitoris and gently caressing it. As I did this, she grabbed my dick so hard I thought she would tear it off, and she began writhing and undulating on top of me. It occurred to me that one of us needed to do something here, or we would end up hurting each other and ourselves. "Angel, come here" I said, adjusting her along the length of my body, with her legs spread and my hard prick between them like a threatening lance in a medieval joust. Her breasts were pressing into my bare chest and her heartbeat was drumming against me, like a bass drum. "Just hold my dick in place and slide down on it." Crystal's eyes got huge as she realized that a moment of truth had indeed been reached. Her decision was as quick and unequivocal as my own. She said only, "Try not to come inside me," and slowly, tenderly engulfed my prick with the sweetness of her love. There was a brief hesitation as the pain of her tearing hymen made her wince, but in just a moment, she was pumping with full abandon and I was returning the action from the bottom of the equation. I would love to say that I "screwed her for an hour without coming" as some claim in these stories, but it would be a huge lie. I may have lasted five minutes, maybe less, and I did not satisfy her before spurting forth the climax I had saved up for nineteen years. But when I came, our lips were locked together in a moment of the purest love and passion, that we both knew was going to last for a while. I did feel bad about coming so fast and not giving her satisfaction, but I remedied that about ten minutes later, this time in the comfort of her bed and she screamed with the same passion that had erupted from me earlier. Suddenly we both understood what all the excitement was about sex. Guess what? We like it! Thus ends chapter one of the "Sexual History of a Man" Sexual History of a Man Pt. 02 Preface: In Part One, the reader was introduced to Grant and Crystal, who had the great good fortune to come together while both were virgins and to discover the joys of young love and passionate young sex together. As their story continues, the young couple marries and becomes more imaginative in their relationship. After our first wonderful experience in Crystals' parents' apartment, our relationship took a definite turn for the hotter. A simple ride to the drive in restaurant became an excuse to detour over to a dark "lovers' lane" for some heavy sexual action. Like all couples, I suppose, we were restricted to simple "missionary position" or "reverse missionary position" for several weeks. One night, in the normal course of things, it was Crystal's time of the month, and she was reluctant to make love in the usual way. To be honest, I was a bit protective of my custom seat-covers too, not anxious to get them stained. I was kneading one of her lovely breasts and suckling the other; she was panting with desire and I was practically climbing the dashboard. "Honey, you've got to do something for me here. You can't just leave me like this." As I was making my case, repeating the eternal refrain of the horny young man, I was encouraging her head in the direction of my lap. Being a pretty bright girl, she knew where the conversation was going, and decided to go with the flow rather than resist. "I'll try baby", she promised, "but I don't know if I can do it". With that caveat, she began kissing the head of my dick and licking the underside with soft tentative strokes. I suppose my moan frightened her, because she pulled away and said with alarm, "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you did I?" "Oh, God no, Crystal," I breathed. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. It's wonderful; please don't stop." If the reader will recall that I was only a few months past losing my figurative cherry, perhaps you will forgive what I did next. Without warning, and after only a minute of two of her determined sucking, licking and stroking, I blasted her with an enormous eruption of liquid love, some going into her mouth and the rest arranging itself democratically on her breasts and face and in her hair. To my utter amazement, the only part she didn't like was having her hair messed up. In the spirit of fair play, I stroked and caressed her to a semi-satisfying orgasm, and left her with a promise to return the favor at a more propitious time. On the way home, Crystal said words most men would die to hear, "Next time, warn me and I can keep it all in my mouth". I suppose to give Crystal equal time in this story, as well as to introduce a whole new element in our loving, I should tell next about an episode the following week, as we sat in my car at a favorite spot we called "Enchanted Lake". There was no other spot as beautiful in our neighborhood, since the trees sat back far enough from the water to allow the moonlight to illuminate the rippling surface and the sub-tropical foliage. As a bonus, the same moonlight illuminated the interior of the car and the beautiful woman beside me. I suppose a disadvantage would be that any other lovers at the lake would be able to see into my car and discern the activity taking place, but somehow that didn't seem a serious setback. On this particular night, we had been sitting in our preferred corner of the lakefront for about twenty minutes and we were correspondingly hot. At 18 and 19, a couple can get pretty torrid in twenty minutes and we were. We were both naked, and she was lying back on the seat invitingly. In the moonlight, the hills and valleys of her beautiful body lay enticingly before me. Being a really straight shooter, at least at that stage of our relationship, I remembered my promise of a few days ago, when I had vowed to reciprocate for the stunning blowjob she had performed on me. (Actually, I had been wanting to go down on a woman as long as I had known there was a "down" down there.) So, I eased her up a little on the seat, so that she was leaning against the car door and her lovely pussy was in a more accessible position. Leaning forward and supporting my weight on my hands, I began to kiss and nibble at her tits. Occasionally, I would bite a little harder and elicit a little whimper of delight, mixed with pain, but through it all, her accelerated breathing told me I was doing something right. After a few minutes of this, I allowed my tongue to trail down from her nipples, to lick around the base of her lovely globes, enjoying the tang of her sweat, as she pulled and tugged at my hair in her passion. I suspect she was holding on to be sure I wouldn't stop, but there was no chance of that happening. My tongue then trailed down across her belly and found her navel. I tasted her belly-button and plunged my tongue into it. Quickly then, I moved my attention to the soft flesh below her navel, and her breathing became louder and more urgent as I neared the thatch of soft brown hair surrounding her treasure. I suddenly allowed my mouth to clamp over the opening of her pussy, and gently began to probe her hard little clit with the tip of my tongue, As her passion attained a height she had never experienced before, I realized the moonlight was illuminating her more brightly than before, Then I heard the purring of a car's engine as another couple pulled up only a few yards from where we sat. Looking into Crystal's eyes, I could read her conflict as clearly as if she had spoken. She was horrified at the possibility of being seen by others in this position, but unwilling to tell me to stop, when it felt so very good. So, I continued to lick and probe, while watching my lady's face for indications of what I should do next. Then, as she began to approach the orgasm that was building inexorably in her core, there was no doubt. Her cries of passion and pleasure became louder, easily audible to our neighbors. "Grant," she breathed," they are watching us. They can see everything we're doing, and we are turning them on". At that moment, her orgasm took over and she allowed her cries to become a sustained shriek of passion. I rose from my position than and looked over to observe two strangers, obviously very excited by the spectacle they had been watching. Looking back at Crystal, I was amazed to see her still sitting up in the bright moonlight, enjoying the attention of these strangers, and I thought to myself, "Self, this could be the beginning of a whole new bunch of fun." Part Two The night at the lake had the effect of changing Crystal's point of view on sex and life. Most of her jeans were gone, to be replaced by very short dresses, low-cut blouses, and unbelievably revealing shorts. She was scandalous, and I was in heaven. Her dowdy one- piece bathing suit was discarded in favor of a micro-mini string bikini. She couldn't keep her pussy hair and wear that suit, so I had the privilege of shaving her treasure room for her. Walking on the beach together after that was an adventure, as every male head in sight was swiveling to watch her lovely ass and perfect swelling breasts. She became almost predatory in her sexual attitudes. All I could say was "Yum!" A few months later, Crystal and I decided to get married, and I decided that, since I wasn't having much luck finding a good job, I would join the Army. We agreed that we would marry after I finished basic training and then, when I went to my second period of training (called AIT), she would join me at whatever duty post the Army chose for my assignment. In this intervening time, we had dared fate in a number of semi-public places, but had enjoyed no repeat of the night at the Enchanted Lake. On a few occasions, another couple had showed up while we were there, but never approached close enough to intrude on our (unwanted) privacy. To be honest, we had even parked near another car one night, but apparently we scared them off, because they scattered gravel on my paint job as the drove away. Soon the time came for me to go, and we agreed to meet in eight weeks, as soon as I received my leave papers from Uncle Sam. The time flew by, since the Army doesn't leave a lot of time for nostalgia, and soon I was graduating, and saying goodbye to my basic training company. I called Crystal and told her to meet me in a small town near the Florida-Georgia border, where we would tie the knot. As I got off the bus, I saw my beautiful Crystal sitting behind the wheel of my car and I sprinted to enjoy her kisses that I had missed so much. As I opened the car door, I almost fainted because my little wife- to- be was absolutely naked from the waist down. As I stood there gaping, she smiled a devilish smile and simpered "Have you missed me, honey?" Then she adjusted her mini-dress so that it almost covered her, and we drove away to get married. It turned out Crystal had already found a motel where we could eat breakfast, then go get married and come back to spend the night. Since I was in uniform, I attracted a lot of attention from the staff at the restaurant and motel. Then, when I let slip that we were here to get married, nothing was too good for us. They offered us the best suite in the motel at the price of a normal ground floor room. They gave us half price on our breakfast, and made dozens of risqué jokes about our upcoming wedding night. When they showed us the special suite, I realized it was absolutely private, in one corner of the third floor of the building. Since I had plans to take advantage of the fact that no one knew us here, I made up a lie about being afraid of heights, and requested a downstairs room near the Jacuzzi and the pool. Then we took off looking for the Court Clerk, who wasted no time performing the ceremony that would join me to this wonderful woman for the rest of our lives. At least that was the plan. Since we had been separated for eight long weeks, we were both desperately horny, and so we dashed from the courthouse to the motel room. Our clothes started coming off at the car, and , by the time we were safely inside, nothing was left but my shorts and her bra. The bra just had to wait, as I pushed he down on the bed and leapt on top of her. My dick had never been so hard and my need so intense. But Crystal was my perfect match, her need as desperate as mine and her pussy lips opened wide to receive me. I slammed into her and pounded with all the new strength and energy developed from the stringent diet and arduous physical training of the past two months. As well honed as I had been for this encounter, I have to say that Crystal held her own. She thrust her joy box up as mightily as I was thrusting down, her teeth nipping little bite marks on my neck and chest, and her hands pulling on my ass cheeks to increase my impetus. We came together in a mighty explosion of pleasure, and lay exhausted in each other's arms. We rested for a few minutes, then we gathered up the clothing that had been abandoned earlier and began over again, in a more civilized manner, with soft loving kisses and gentle caresses. But that didn't last long. As we continued to kiss and touch one another, our libido rose, and with it our desire to reach further and push more limits. Leaving Crystal on the bed, I went over to the window, which opened on the pool area. There were three couples in the chairs around the pool, all facing away from our room. They were fairly young, none over thirty-five or so, and they all seemed engrossed in their partners. I opened the drapes a few inches, a small enough gap that it would be assumed to be accidental, but enough to afford an interested party a good view of our bed. Crystal watched me intently, as I left the gap and walked back toward her. "You naughty boy. You should be ashamed of yourself,' she chided. " Well, you can certainly fix it if you want to," I replied.. " I really can't get out of bed; I have no clothes on", was her rejoinder. With that, I pulled the covers back, exposing her to any prying eyes, and proving her assertion of nudity. She did not flinch. Obviously, the idea being seen by the pool parties did not faze her at all. In fact, as I stood next to the bed, she rolled over on her stomach and took my semi-hard penis into her mouth. She had lost none of her skill during my absence. In fact, she may have been better than when I left. "Damn, you have learned a few tricks while I was gone. Who did you practice on?" "Sorry, honey, I can't talk with my mouth full," she slurped. Having definitely gotten my attention with her tongue-work on my shaft, Crystal then flipped over on her back and moved her head to my ball-sack, sucking first one then the other ball into her warm wet mouth. God, and I thought I had experienced everything. After treating my scrotum to this tongue bath, Crystal then slid further toward the edge of the bed, and let her tongue trace gently along the ridge behind my balls and just to the rim of my anus. New, unexpected sensations ripped through me, as her sweet tongue circled my asshole and tickled the entrance with just the tip. All the strength I had built up during basic training simply melted away as she thrust her tongue as deeply as she could into my anal orifice, and circled the sphincter. When I finally plunged my dick into her molten pussy, I exploded almost immediately, but not before I looked up and saw our waitress from the restaurant, slipping away from the window. Later Crystal told me that she had "suggested" to the girl that she might see something interesting if she came by our window. So, as the sun went down, and there was less foot traffic, we opened the drapes a bit wider and took turns performing outrageous acts upon each other for hours, as various employees and all three couples from the pool took their turns at the window. I licked and nibbled every square inch of Crystal's body as one of the men from the pool felt up and fingered his partner, giving us a show in return. Then the restaurant hostess watched as Crystal and I performed a torrid "Sixty- Nine", with both of us tonguing and sucking each other from ass hole to sex organs, and culminating with my spurting come all over her face, and her walking over to the window to let the hostess watch as she licked it off. She told me later that the hostess had her hand thrust down the front of her pants and was fingering herself to orgasm right on the sidewalk. By the time we finally fell asleep, we were both too tired to get up and close the drape. As the early morning sun woke us, there was already a knot of interested observers hanging around and pretending not to watch as we lifted our naked bodies out of bed, padded over, and closed the world outside of our bridal chamber. Looking deeply into Crystal's eyes, I said, "Girl, I certainly love you." "I love you too, Grant", more than you will ever know". "Not true, Baby", I teased. "You have a whole week to show me how much before I leave, and a lifetime after I come back from training". And so ends Part Two of A Sexual History of a Man Sexual History of a Man Pt. 03 In previous sections, I have discussed the coming together of two virginal teenagers for the first time, Part One. And the discovery that the young bride enjoyed being seen by others while scantily clad or nude, and even while engaged in lovemaking, Part Two. As we ended the last section, the couple had enjoyed a wedding night of strenuous sex, and entertained the restaurant and motel staff and guests in the process. * After our wedding night, we checked out of the hotel, to the disappointment of the staff, and headed back to Crystal's apartment, where we spent the rest of my week's furlough. While we were certainly sexually active during that week, nothing of any great news-worthiness occurred, and the time came for me to go off to my next period of training. And so we had to undergo another eight weeks of Government-inflicted separation. I was kept so busy with classroom hours, physical training and war games that sex and love was the farthest thing from my mind. Crystal wrote me almost every day, reporting that she, too, was kept quite occupied with work and house keeping. She had managed to get hired on a temporary basis at a local drug store and was putting in twelve hours a day. She was very proud of the little savings account she had started to help us get set up in out new home. With both of us working so hard the time passed quickly and soon the day came when I received my orders for permanent assignment. I was being sent right back to the base where I had undergone Basic Training. Since my duty assignment was only about a three hour drive from Crystal's apartment, we agreed she would drive there and try to find us an apartment in town, with me to join her when I arrived. We had agreed that she would leave the address with my company clerk and I would grab a cab or a ride with a friend. I was still new to the military, and had not caught on the the extraordinary level of incompetence that is common there, so when I asked the clerk at my assigned company whether my wife had been there and left an address for me, I accepted his "No, no one has been here" as a final answer. I went into town with no firm idea where or how to start searching. On the city streets, the only vague idea I had was to look for the Military Police "town patrol" and see if they could be of any help. But while searching for the characteristic white hats of the MPs, I suddenly saw a familiar face, that of my best friend from back home, Bill. After a moment of hugging and handshakes, I learned that he had joined up about the same time I did, but from South Florida, while I had joined in the north part of the state. We had been in basic training at the same time, a few blocks apart and had not known it, but now it appeared we would be stationed in the same area for the next thirty-two months. I explained my dilemma to Bill, and he suggested a possible explanation. It seems he had been trained as a Company Clerk, and had found others in that job assignment to be unbelievably lazy. He asked me to let him call my company and see if he could get any better results. Of course I quickly agreed and we wasted no time finding a telephone booth. (Ask an older friend, if you don't know what that is). The conversation as I heard it was as follows: "Yes, this is Bates of Bravo Company of the 23rd. I'm with a friend here who is looking for a spouse who was supposed to have checked in with you folks in the past day or so. Want to check on a Mrs. Crystal ***** for me? I don't know, I guess she might have called instead of coming in. Check that too." The next thing I knew, Bill was writing an address down and thanking the guy on the other end. My mistake had been assuming he would check for both a visitor and a phone call without being specifically asked. Bill handed me the address, we hugged quickly and I promised to have him over for dinner the following weekend, since he was one of Crystal's very favorite friends too. Then off I went on a dead run, to reunite with my wonderful sexy wife. The next few days were very exciting to me and to Crystal, but, I fear, very boring to tell about. There was an intruder, who thought he was visiting the woman who had lived there before, and got a pretty good feel on Crystal before she realized it wasn't me. No harm, no foul, as he fled as soon as he saw his mistake and before I was even fully awake. We changed the locks immediately. The first Friday night, true to his word Bill showed up for dinner and we had a great time, reliving old times. Since he had known both Crystal and me longer than we had known each other, he enjoyed teasing us both, and the evening went well. When he heard about the incident of the intruder, Bill became concerned and he told us about a "military only" apartment complex closer to the base and we agreed to check it out immediately. So it happened that, within two weeks after arriving in town, Crystal and I were moving to a better apartment, and Bill came to help. We owned very little, so the move took only a few hours, leaving daylight hours to barbecue some steaks (cheap cut, due to Army salary levels), and drink a few beers. Bill asked if he could call two of his friend and have them join us. When they arrived it became obvious why Bill liked these guys. Within minutes it was as though we had known them for years. The older of the two, Rick, was incredibly handsome, although quite short, in the 5"4" range. He was urbane and witty, with a self-deprecating humor that we liked immediately. Later we learned that he had served four years in the Marines, and his mild manner concealed a very competent warrior. The other, Timmy, was the polar opposite. He was younger than any of us, and had an open pleasant demeanor that concealed nothing. He was the original "what you see is what you get" fellow. Hailing from Appalachia, Timmy had little finesse or subtlety, but was honest and likeable. The three of them became a fixture at our house, whenever they were off duty. Now, I know what you are thinking, dear reader. Crystal loves to show her body off, so it's just a matter of time before she is fucking all of my friends, right? Well no. These stories, if I haven't explained this before, are based on a very true-life story. They are exaggerated for interest, but they are basically true, so don't expect great leaps of logic. Crystal was still basically an innocent young lady, who simply had some slightly wild desires. In any event, innocent or not, Crystal still enjoyed being looked at. She understood that we were in a military town and that her peccadilloes could get me into a lot of trouble, so she tried hard to behave herself. She had a tendency to promenade around the house in as little as possible, adjusting her minimums based on who was there. If it was just the two of us, she wore nothing or almost nothing and tortured me constantly as I shined boots and polished brass for my uniform. If the guys were there, she would slip on a tee-shirt without a bra and a pair of short shorts (younger readers will know them as "hot pants") (Now, I have carefully avoided doing the usual description of the proponents, because I believe other readers, like me, are tired of being told that all women have Jayne Mansfield's breasts and all men have twelve inch dicks. Crystal's breasts are beautiful, the size of baseballs, firm and pert. As for Grant's size, it was adequate to give pleasure to himself and his wife -- as well as several other women in future episodes. And, I hate to report; neither of them is on record as having pumped out quarts of bodily fluids when they had orgasms. Sorry!) Having said all that, trust me when I say that she was quite lovely enough to excite any man in the vicinity, especially in those shorts. Picture those legs you see on champion swimmers. long, tapered and smoothly muscled -- legs both feminine and athletic- and incredibly sexy. Her face was replete with Irish charm, dazzling blue eyes, a generously freckled nose, and a mouth made for three things, two of which are smiling and kissing. It wasn't fair for her to parade around like that in front of the guys. But they never complained nor did they tire of looking, and I enjoyed whatever discomfort was caused. It was seldom that the others came around without Bill, at least for the first couple of months. Timmy, especially, was very shy around Crystal, having been raised in a strict Christian home in West Virginia, and he could never decide whether looking at Crystal was a sin or not. Rick, on the other hand, had no qualms at all, and would occasionally make comments that caused Crystal to turn beet red, although she clearly enjoyed his attention. Given the comfort level we had all achieved with one another, I was fairly surprised to get home from work one evening to find Crystal in a bit of a dither. She had supper on the table, which was rare in itself, since she usually waited for me to help. And she was uncharacteristically quiet as she served the meal. I waited a few minutes and asked, "How was your day?" "Fine. Just fine", was her only response. Now this is a girl who takes ten minutes to answer "What time is it", so I knew there was something on her mind, that wasn't resting comfortably. But, I also knew that this is not a lady you can push, so I finished eating and helped clear the table before asking her what was really wrong. "Oh my God, Grant, I did something so terrible. You will never be able to forgive me", she blurted, as the tears started to flow. My heart was sinking, because I had never seen this indomitable lady bothered by any challenge, but I laughed and said, "Can't be that bad, Sweetie. Nothing we can't handle together" My cheeriness failed to console Crystal, and slowly her story unfolded. " It's about Timmy, Babe", she almost whispered. "He showed up this morning, while I was still cleaning up the kitchen. I hollered for him to wait and ran and put on my shorts and a tee, and yelled for him to come on it." Crystal's Story So, Timmy came I and, oh my God, he looked awful. His eyes were red, his hair was a mess; looked like he hadn't slept a wink. He was staring at me like an orphan child who thinks he sees his mama. I took his hands and walked him over to the sofa. He sat down, but he didn't turn loose of my hands-just kept holding on and staring right into my eyes. Then he said "Oh, Crystal, I'm so sorry. I've been having really dirty thoughts about you!" Well, I knew I couldn't laugh at him, and I wanted to say "Well, good, Timmy. That's what I'm aiming for when I dress like this." But I could tell he was serious, real serious. So I said nothing and sat next to him on the sofa. He started talking about how I make him feel when he looks at me. He pointed to my crotch and said a lot of times he could see my pubes, and sometimes it looked like I wasn't wearing undies -- that's what he called them --undies. Then he kinda turned his head away and apologized for sometimes staring at my titties. When he said that, he turned back and looked at them, and, even though it was only Timmy, my nipples got hard and I mean- so quick- even he noticed it. His eyes got real big and he looked away again. I asked him to look at me and tell me what was really going on. Well, he said that when he is around me he gets all these "dirty" thoughts and goes back to the barracks and whacks off. I mean he didn't say it like that, but that's what he said. Then he said, the worst part is he thinks about touching me all the time. He thinks about touching me when he beats his meat. Well, I suspect he isn't the first man to do that thinking about me, but he's the first one I ever felt sorry for. I tried to make him understand that he wasn't insulting me when he thinks like that, but he just didn't believe me. He was raised a certain way and just can't get past it. I told him that all men -- and all women- think about sex, and think about sexy people they aren't married to. Anyway, I wasn't getting anywhere with him at all, so I said, "Timmy, I want you to reach your hand over here and touch me", and I pointed to my tits. Lord, I thought he was gonna faint. He said he couldn't do that- it wasn't right- he wasn't raised that way- and all the time he hasn't taken his bloodshot eyes of my chest. Finally, I just lifted my shirt up around my neck and his eyes just popped out. Since he was in no condition to make any decisions I just reached out and took his hand and put it right on my breast. Honey, I'm sorry. Nobody has touched me like that since we met, but I didn't know what else to do and...honestly, I was pretty turned on by the whole scene. Are you okay, hon? (I don't want to interrupt Crystal here, but you need to know how I was taking it. Truth is I was pretty jealous, but not all that upset. Was I turned on? Only when she told me she was getting that way. I love it when Crystal gets hot.) So, he finally starts feeling me up, you know, kind of gently caressing my breasts, ...oh yeah, he must have gotten that other hand over there himself. So he's feeling and just so lovingly rolling my nipples between his fingers and he is breathing hard, and I guess I was too. So he kind of looked like he didn't know what to do, so I pulled his head over and let him start licking them and sucking them and...oh God, Grant, I was getting so damn hot, I knew I needed to stop him, but he still looked so sad, and it still felt so good. He finally made eye contact with me and sort of looked down at my shorts, "Can I touch down there?' he asked me, and I immediately told him no. He looked like I had slapped him; he was so hurt. "Oh, okay," I said, "but only outside the shorts, Timmy." I swear, he was the clumsiest person I have ever seen, Babe. He put his hand on my crotch like he was checking a melon for ripeness, but it was so damn sweet. I sort of moved around a little bit and showed him how to make a girl feel good, but he was just pathetic. On the other hand, I'm not saying it didn't feel good. I took his other hand and put it around on my butt, which seemed to really set him off. By now he was starting to act more like a man and less like some outer space alien that didn't know what it was. His hand was squeezing my ass, and sort of rubbing the cheeks together like you do sometimes and I was ...I swear I didn't mean to...but I was pretty close to erupting. I felt him trying to put his hand inside my shorts on my ass, and, at the time that seemed relatively harmless, so I eased up off the sofa to let him but they were too tight, so I kind of eased them down so that he could feel my ass better, His hands were starting to be less ""Old Mac Donald" and more "Mandrake the Magician" and I was really cooking on all my burners, when he figured out that if you reach down an ass far enough you find a pussy. And when he found it, he knew what to do. My shorts came the rest of the way off, and I swear to you I don't know which one of us accomplished that, but I know I was the one responsible for getting his pants off. It isn't necessary to tell you that his dick was as hard as a rock, and there was enough lubrication flowing to grease a GTO. But I didn't completely lose my head, Baby, honest. I grabbed that prick of his and I just touched it and rubbed it. It was so soft -- the skin, I mean --the dick itself sure as hell was not soft. But he is such a sweet little guy, I just kept caressing him and he was fingering me the best he could -- he wasn't good at that at all, but then he didn't have to be as far gone as I was. Suddenly I was looking at his prick and holding it pretty close to my face and I knew I was about to cross another really bad line, so instead, I just squeezed it tight and kissed Timmy right on the mouth. I practically had to pry his mouth open to get my tongue in, but I did it anyway and we both exploded right at the same time, in the middle of the kiss. I took him to the bathroom and washed off his prick, and all the rest of the strategic area. When I squeezed his balls I though he was going to start all over again, but I was back in control and nothing came of it. (Grant here. I have let Crystal tell her tale with very little interruption up to this point. As a matter of fact, I was having that amazing experience I've heard of where the guy gets aroused instead of angry when his wife screws around. But at this point, I wasn't sure how much detail might be missing from the narrative. So I said "So, you basically kissed the kid, and jerked him off, while he was feeling you up and fingering your pussy. Is that it?" "I'm afraid that's true, Grant. I really don't know how it happened. But I haven't told you the worst part, honey." "What? What else is there if you didn't actually fuck him or suck his cock?" "The worst part is that I really liked every minute of it, and I can't even say I'm sorry" End of Part Three Sexual History of a Man Pt. 04 Just as a reminder, this "Sexual History" series is a work of fiction. While many of the events described are similar to those experienced either by the author or by persons of his acquaintance, it is still fiction and is not intended to encourage or recommend any particular lifestyle. I strongly recommend that the reader approach the parts of this series in numerical order to better follow Grant's adventures beginning with his first affair and continuing through his life. Well now, when last we left Grant and Crystal, she had just finished telling Grant about her strange experience with Timmy, Grant's young Army buddy, while Grant was at work. Grant was especially baffled by her last statement," The worst part is that I really liked every minute of it, and I can't even say I'm sorry." ************************* ************************ I stood there- a little bit angry, a little bit turned on, and a whole lot confused. This is not a situation I had ever come across, either in real life or even in conversations I'd had or books I had read. It seemed to me that a "real" man would be furious, slapping his wife across the room and going out hunting for the scoundrel that had besmirched her. But, that wasn't even possible- I was looking into the sweetest face in the world, and seeing all the love pouring out of her eyes. Slap her? Ridiculous. But I knew I had to get this situation under control, and soon. "Sit down, Crystal," I said, as I took a seat at the kitchen table across from her. "We have to talk this out and see where we are with it." "Oh, God, Grant, I knew you would be mad; I don't blame you, but I really want to make you understand." " I don't really know how I feel, honey," I said, " but I'm not really mad at you, at least not very. I almost feel like I get where you were coming from. The only real question I have is 'Do you have feelings for Timmy? Is he a threat to what we have?'" When I asked her this, Crystal's face crumbled like a snowman hit with a hair dryer. Her lips were trembling and teardrops flooded from her eyes. "Oh, no, Baby; no one will ever come between us. I just felt so sorry for him, and almost, you know, responsible for how he was feeling. So I tried to make him feel better and before long, I had both of us so hot..." Her voice trailed off. "Did you want him to...you know... do it with you," I asked, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know. "Hell yes, honey. I mean, after we got into it and all. But, it wasn't Timmy; it was the action itself. I just let it go way too far, and we both got all balled up. I mean, I can lie and say, no I didn't want it, but as soon as you think it through you would know what a whopper that is." What I am going to say next won't make sense to some of you, but I had never loved Crystal more that I did right then. Even with her tear-streaked face and trembling lips, she had to tell it like it was, no matter the results. What a woman! "So, you didn't get to make love after you got all worked up, huh?" I asked. "No, I told you I put a stop to it. It's not like Timmy was anywhere near as sexy as you are, Baby, but I was sure worked up. Not enough to go through with it, though." "So... does that mean you are still pretty turned on, Crys?" I asked mischievously. Nobody ever said that my Crystal was slow, and it only took her a couple of seconds to realize that all was going to be well in the old household, and she was in my lap, hugging and kissing like there was no tomorrow. Actually, she told me later, she had been afraid that-for us- there might not be a tomorrow. I started to pick her up and carry her to bed, but, in her excitement, she leapt from my arms and said, "I'll race you, Grant. Who can get in bed and naked first?" Looking back awhile later, I realized that all she had been wearing was a shirt and shorts, while I was in full Class A uniform. So, she cheated; but who the hell cares? While I was stripping off all my unnecessary outer covering, her nude nubile little body was working its magic, pressing against me and pulling me down into the bed. In no time, the uniform was lying messily on the floor, And my member was plunging into the beautiful body that someone else had been adoring so recently. I found that I was not turned off by that fact and almost understood that what Crys had done was done from a combination of empathy for a friend and her own natural hot-bloodedness. I kissed her willing mouth, still aware of the moistness from her recent tears. I felt her body respond with an eagerness that convinced me that she had indeed waited for me, and that it had not been easy to wait., In short I never saw her so ready to be fucked. I grabbed the cheeks of her perfect ass and squeezed them -- suddenly remembering that she had told me Timmy had done that too. "Did Timmy do this, Crys?" I asked. A moment passed, then "Yes, Baby, sorta like that, but not as good as you." "Damn, Crystal. Perfect answer. What else did he do?" I probed. "He kissed me..uh...kinda a lot, Baby, but he really wasn't very good at it." "I'll bet he got a lot better with you teaching him, Darling", I said. I think that was the moment she really knew all was well. She knew I wouldn't be teasing her if I were really angry. So she forced me over on my back and took over the action. She bucked, she thrusted, she rode up and down on my prick like a woman gone mad, and she smiled! She smiled her earth-stopping glorious smile and I knew that it would take a lot more than a dalliance with little Timmy to come between me and this amazing woman. And...in the back of my mind, I figured she would probably subject me to a lot more before we were through. But at that moment, the only important thing was my gut-shattering orgasm as I pumped my juices into her and felt her body respond with spasms of our shared delight. After we had cooled off from our lovemaking, we sat for a while in bed, naked sucking down a couple of beers and discussing the events of the day, and our plans for the future. Crystal was adamant that Timmy should not be banished or even restricted from visiting, as it wasn't really his fault as much as hers, and besides she was perfectly capable of controlling things now that she understood the situation better. I gave her an "Oh really?" look when she said that and she convinced me by smacking me on my butt and then kissing me passionately. On the other hand, I wanted some ground rules, and I insisted that I would decide on those rules and I would implement them. Crystal argued, she kissed me and whined; she rubbed my dick around the mouth of her lovely pussy and said please. I was impressed, but I did not give in. After a few more beers and one more bout of lovemaking, we drifted off to sleep, a happy couple once again. The next day was Saturday, so I knew the "boys", as we had come to call them, would be over bright and early. Crystal constantly hounded me to tell her what I was going to do, but I kept my own counsel. She was quite shocked however when I made her go shower and dress while I fixed a truly sumptuous breakfast, bacon, scrambled eggs and all the usual fixings, in quantity far too much for the two of us. And, everything came together perfectly. Just as the oven timer announced the biscuits and the doorbell heralded the arrival of the "boys", Crystal popped out of the bathroom in...jeans and long-sleeved pull-over shirt with a modest bra beneath. I burst out laughing, a reaction that mystified our company, but sent Crystal into a red-faced fit of embarrassment. Acting the magnanimous host, I called everyone to the table, pretending not to notice that Timmy had not once met my eyes, nor was he sharing in the general conversation. The other two seemed a bit confused by Timmy's behavior- they said later that he had acted strange since they met him in his company area. In any event, between Crystal's being draped like a not-yet-open-to-the-public museum exhibit, and Timmy as talkative as King Tut, it was beginning to feel like the Louvre. Gradually, the cheerfulness of Bill and Rick combined with the hot coffee and plentiful good food to break down barriers and encourage conversation. Even Crys finally chimed in, realizing, I suspect, that she and Timmy were calling attention to themselves by their silence. When the eating was done, and Crystal started to clear the table, I said, "Wait, Honey. We can get that later. Why don't you bring the coffee pot out here and pour everyone one more cup, so that we can talk a little bit?" Of course, she gave me the deer-in-the-headlights look, but went to do as I had asked. And when we all had our cups fixed to our satisfaction, I started the conversation. "So, how's everything going, guys? Anything new with any of you?" Timmy's coffee literally came out his nose. I know that is an expression, but I had never seen it actually happen before that day. He wasn't the most sophisticated kid on the planet, but even he recognized he was busted. "Something you want to say, Timmy," I asked innocently. "Can I talk to you alone, Grant?" Timmy asked with a hint of desperation in his voice. "I don't think so, Timmy. I think there is a lesson here to be learned by everyone, and we can do that better by being open. Would it help if I tell what I know?" Oh, Lord, that boy looked miserable. If a person could commit suicide by just wanting to die, we'd have been preaching over him the next day. "I...I don't know, Grant. I mean...I don't want anyone to..." You get the idea. Totally babbling. I looked over at Crystal, expecting her to be hanging her head as befits the dishonored maiden, but what I got was all spitfire and fury. "May I see you in the kitchen, Grant?" she asked. "NOW!" It really didn't sound like a question when she put it that way. In the kitchen, I was called everything but a swell guy and a child of God. I was lectured about trying to torture little Timmy, when it was really her fault mostly, and then she really got my attention. "You keep making that poor little boy feel bad, and I will make it my duty to make him feel good again!" And with that she stomped off toward the bedroom. I returned to the table, where I was confronted by two very bewildered soldiers and one humiliated young man. "Okay, guys," I started. "I just got my ass chewed out royally by the love of my life, so I will do this a little differently. First, Timmy, although I cannot believe I am saying this, I am sorry for the way I started this little conference. It was nasty and vindictive of me and I am truly sorry. I am going to probably embarrass you some more before we are through, but I will not be so mean about it." Tim looked relieved but Bill and Rick were bursting with questions. I held up a hand and said, "Timmy, one of us is going to tell Bill and Rick about yesterday. Who will it be?" "No, hell no, it won't be either one of you, Grant." There was my bride in her shortest shorts and braless, wearing a light cotton button up short-sleeve shirt... only not very buttoned up. Actually there were two buttons connected and the tails were tied together around her midriff. The effect was dazzling! Her cleavage was proudly presented to all and her rippling stomach was bare from just below her breasts to just below her navel. Her eyes, usually warm sapphire, were icy blue diamonds and laser-like they burned into me. Her nipples stood out in the whiteness of the thin cotton fabric and she was as nearly nude as any of the boys had ever seen her. Except Timmy of course. "I will tell this story, because I am the one who caused the problem and I will not stand by while you act like an asshole." Again, I realized the traditional response would be to slap the hell out of her, and again I knew I would do no such thing. Partly because all three of "my" friends would defend her if I tried, but mostly because she was right. Once more, I was being an ass, and she had the high moral ground in spite of her recent behavior.. Put briefly, she told the story, very much like she had told it to me, only sparing Timmy the comments about how pathetic he looked and how inexperienced he seemed. Either he wasn't all that pathetic and inexperienced or she wanted to spare his feelings. Frankly I didn't care anymore which it was. But she didn't spare herself, as she freely told these friends how she had undressed and invited Timmy's touch and kiss and ...well,. you all remember the story. Bill and Rick were in shock. At first they looked as though they would take Timmy out and hang him, but finally as Crystal finished her oddly touching story, they were, like me, unable to sustain anger. Rick was the first to break the silence. "Shit, I don't blame Timmy, Grant. She has to be the sexiest little girl in Georgia, and certainly the loveliest creature he's ever seen." Bill chimed in, "Well, I'm not from the hills of West Virginia, but I haven't seen anyone to hold a candle to her. I thought she was adorable before you stole her from me, Grant, but she's grown into a world-class beauty now." "Okay, that's all very well and good, guys. I sure as hell know what a gorgeous, sexy lady I am married to, and as far as Timmy, if I was really mad at him, I wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. But it really puts everything in a somewhat different light, doesn't it?" Crystal had been ignored up to this point, a situation not to her liking, and it was time to make her presence known. "What the fuck is all this-a council of elders to decide the fate of the erring woman? Strikes me I'm a pretty important part of this conversation, but you three are just talking like I'm not even in the room. Well, screw you all, I already told you Timmy is not to blame. I guess I am, but I don't feel a damn bit guilty, so where does that leave things, oh almighty tribal leaders? Grant, you say this puts things in a different light. Really? How exactly is the light any different? You four are typical men, panting after a sexy woman, and the light seems to be good enough for all of you to see me fine. So take a look." And with that little speech, Crystal stepped out of her shoes and untied the tails of her shirt. With a sultry look at Rick and Bill, she then slipped the shirt off, allowing it to fall to the floor at her feet. Moving to a position where she could face me and Timmy, she unsnapped her shorts and let them fall also, leaving her wearing nothing but a triumphant smirk, as eight male eyes devoured her loveliness, moving from the beautiful firm breasts to the round perfect ass, and dwelling with unmasked desire on her pubic thatch and the treasures it concealed. "And with that I rest my case, Grant. Look at your friends, gaping and drooling. And, husband of mine, if you could see yourself -- you are no better than the rest. Now, it's never been a secret that I don't like to wear a heluva lot of clothes. I won't cover myself up like a nun just so you lecherous creeps can control yourselves." By this time, Crystal was having a truly good time. Having busted the four of us with her jaw- dropping performance, she fully intended to set a new set of guidelines for the future, and she certainly accomplished that. "I will dress the way I want to dress from now on. If I am naked when you Romeos knock on the door, then naked shall I answer the door. If you can't handle it, don't come over. Grant, if this whole scene is making you uncomfortable then..." With that, she walked over and stared obviously at my flagrant erection. "Oh baby, I see that you are uncomfortable. But, I guess you don't mind that kind of uncomfortable, do you honey?" "Okay, Crystal, this is a little out of control isn't it? Yes, of course I've got a hard on, and I'm sure the others do too." Crystal glanced around the room and nodded matter-of-factly. "Yep, they sure do. Thank you boys, I'll take that as a compliment. But what I am trying to tell you all is, you'd better get over seeing me as a sex target, because I am more than that. I am your friend's wife, but I am also your friend in my own right, and I insist on being treated as one. What happened with me and Timmy was actually an act of friendship. He was confused about his feelings and I wanted him to be more comfortable. My mistake was in thinking I could use my body like a classroom, without getting aroused. But what was the harm, after all? I got aroused and I made Timmy feel good --real good, right Tim?- but I didn't hide anything from Grant. And whether Grant admits it or not, he got the hottest sex that he has ever had last night. Am I right, Grant?" What the hell was I going to say to that? These were my best friends and Crystal would certainly call me on it if I lied "Hell yes, you're right, Crys. It's never been hotter or better than last night. But what are you saying? You want permission to use the boys as foreplay?" "Fascinating thought, Grant, honey, but not exactly what I had in mind. I just don't want to play by arbitrary rules set up by a society none of us really respect very much anyhow. Except Timmy, and he backslid pretty far yesterday, so he won't be a problem either. I just want us all to feel free together. If I want to be naked in front of any or all of you, I want to be free to do it. If they eventually get girlfriends, we'll have to wait and see how that works out, and if this arrangement seems to be hurting what you and I have, then it stops immediately." Now, some readers will not understand why I was even considering this arrangement. After all, what did I gain from it other than mind-blowing hot sex with my beautiful, if bizarre wife? But for me, that was quite enough. It took me only a moment to acquiesce. "There are a couple of things I need to have clear, baby. When I am not home, does any of this change? Do you go back to your best behavior? And if not, what happens if you get into another situation like Timmy? Will you still be open and honest with me, even if you are afraid I'll be angry?" "We can discuss most of this later, Grant, but I can't see changing my behavior or attire just because you aren't home. That ignores my whole point -- that sex is not the only relationship a male and a female can have, and that casual sexual 'playing' between friends isn't a huge social disaster as long as there is honesty." "I'd like to hear what the guys have to say about it," I said," but, I see how they are looking at you --did you forget you are still naked? - so I suspect they will agree to anything that lets them see more of you this way. Other than that, I don't think I have a problem with it, although I must be out of my mind to say that." At that moment, again, Crystal took charge. "Okay, Timmy, you got any objections? You understand there won't be any repeats of yesterday, right? At least nothing going that far?" Timmy just looked like a rabbit with a big dog bearing down, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. "I'm okay with it; I mean I understand, and ...oh shit, Crystal, you are amazing!" "Timmy, you silver-tongued orator, you! Never heard such a clear exposition of a position. You got anything to say, Bill?" "It sounds wrong, until I think about it. On the other hand how can I think with you prancing around naked and beautiful? I'm certainly not going to complain." "I guess it's my turn", Rick said slowly and seriously. "I believe you have just saved your marriage, kids. There is no way you could have made it trying to live within the normal --or what 'they' call normal standards. You both have such a free-spirited attitude, although, as usual, Crystal is more aware, and basically more mature, about it. Women usually are. Crys has an incredible body to go with her lovely face. She is going to show it one way or another, and, if you can handle the openness, Grant, she can have a happy life within the marriage. And, as a dividend, you will have an amazing ride, as long as you hold on, but not too tight." Sexual History of a Man Pt. 05 Ch. 01 It has been a while since I visited with you, dear readers. I have argued with myself as to whether I should continue with the tale of Grant and Crystal, or if I should follow the chronology more accurately and introduce Grant's first experimentation outside of his marriage. Since I have titled this as a "history", I suppose we should take things as they come, so to speak. I don't know whether it has been made clear in the earlier chapters of this saga, but Grant was a member of the Army Military Police. His friends were assigned to other jobs in the military, Bill being a Company Clerk in an infantry outfit, Timmy a Radioman, and Rick serving in an Artillery Battalion. The day came when Grant's outfit was scheduled to participate in a "war game" exercise in North and South Carolina. All three of the others remained behind and promised to keep Crystal company, while Grant defended America against make-believe enemies. Somehow, Grant was not reassured, since keeping Crystal company was not the same as keeping her out of trouble. So, let's let Grant tell his story. ******* Riding in the back of an Army "deuce and a half" is no fun on the best of days. Bouncing along East Georgia roads, keeping an eye out for snipers and other make believe bad guys certainly didn't make it any better. As members of the Military Police, my buddies and I were scheduled to be dropped off at key intersections along the convoy route to provide traffic control. Several members of the platoon had already been posted at major highways in the corridor north of Macon and east of Atlanta, to expedite the movement of infantry and airborne units to the "war zones" in the Carolinas. But now, the two and a half ton vehicle was winding its way along a washed out backroad that did not seem likely to entertain much traffic other than mules and cattle. Our platoon sergeant was leaning out the window of the "shotgun" side of the truck, squinting into the blazing sunlight, searching for markings. Suddenly as the truck rounded a curve there was a T intersection ahead, as the cowpath we were navigating crossed with an even less promising roadway. At this unlikely junction of two dirt paths, the sergeant ordered the driver to stop. "Hey, Grant," the sergeant yelled. "I sure as hell don't know what the fuckin' Army is thinking, but I swear this is where they want a TCP." "That's ridiculous, Sarge. There can't possibly be enough traffic here to warrant a traffic control point." Even as I spoke, I knew it was a losing argument. The men in B platoon called the sergeant "No-Balls" for a reason. If there was any possibility the higher-ups wanted a TCP here, this sergeant would put one here, regardless of common sense. "Sorry, man", the sergeant said with an ingratiating smirk, "I don't make these decisions. I just carry them out." "Fine Sarge, How long will I be here?" "No way to know for sure, but I'll check with the Looey in case there's been some mistake." "Oh sure," I thought. "Old No-balls is really likely to bother the Lieutenant with this." So, as the large truck rumbled away, I stowed my gear on the side of the road and assumed a position in the middle of the intersection. After about forty-five minutes of no more activity that that provided by blue jays and the occasional squirrel, I decided to just sit on a stump and wait for...whatever. Another two hours went by uneventfully, and I had taken to watching the gathering storm clouds as a diversion. As they darkened and became more angry-looking, I began to plan for a very unpleasant afternoon. I started clearing a small area off the roadway where I could possibly pitch a tent, in case the bottom fell out of the sky above me. As I was digging the mandatory trench around the tent, without which the tent would provide no protection from ground water, I thought I heard something larger than a squirrel moving through the brush. I had taken off my shirt and tee shirt, due to the heat of the day and the exertion of the digging, so wearing only my fatigue trousers and boots, I crouched behind some shrubs and waited. I didn't know what I expected- "friendly forces" or the "aggressor enemy"- but certainly not what walked into the clearing. She looked about twelve at first glance, slim and not very tall. She carried a wicker basket, and was obviously looking for someone. I decided to gamble that she was not the "aggressor enemy" of the war games. "Hi," I said. "Are you lost?" "Hey, soldier," she said, staring at my bare chest as though she had never seen a shirtless man. "No, I ain't lost. Figured you might be though, standin' out here in "plumb nearly" all afternoon." "Plum-what?" I asked. You mean this place has a name?" "Naw, it's a saying we have. Plumb-nearly. Plumb out of the county and nearly out of the state. It means way out in the boondocks." As she spoke, she finally stopped examining my torso and looked into my eyes. She was pretty, in a no-makeup, freshly scrubbed sort of way. And she was clearly a good bit older than I had taken her for, possibly in her early twenties. Her colloquialism and her engaging manner made me smile, and she said, "You've got a great smile, soldier boy. And your body ain't so bad either." "Your gonna embarrass me and make me get dressed," I joked. "Well, you need to dress for dinner anyway – that's how we do things around here." She smiled and, setting her wicker basket.on a stump, she opened it, and took out a tablecloth, which she spread on the ground next to my tent. A gallon jug of iced tea followed and an amazing number of dishes and bowls came cascading out. "Uh, dinner?" I asked. "Do I need a white tie, and to what do I owe this honor?" "No. We'll skip the tie; you can use this napkin like a bib if you want. And, as for the honor, just chalk it up to patriotism and loneliness. I almost never see a presentable male around here that's not a cousin or closer kin, and we do respect our servicemen, so when I saw you down here, I told Momma I was gonna fix you a snack and come talk to you." "This is a snack?" I asked incredulously, gazing at all the containers of food. My hostess laughed then, a sweet, unrestrained, honest laugh - the laugh of a young woman with self-assuredness and no need to pretend. "No, this is just my momma and her typical over-reaction. It's a man. So feed him like there's no tomorrow." Thunder clapped then, causing us both to look up at the ever- darkening sky. "Aren't you afraid of getting caught in the storm?" I asked. "Unless I need to be afraid of you, I can handle the storm just fine. Figure we ought to plan on eating in your tent, just in case?" It was said matter-of-factly, no flirting, no innuendo, and I took it that way. "Might be a good idea, actually. My instincts tell me the weather will hit within the next few minutes," I guessed. She was already moving fried chicken, potato salad, and all the fixings into my two-man tent when the rain started in full fury. I grabbed the basket and she started scooping up the smaller dishes. Of course, my rifle was the first thing into the tent, (basic instinct of a soldier), and she and I were soaked by the time we got into the dry interior. I lit a lantern and looked over at her. As our eyes met, we both started laughing. "Well, you seem to have saved my life with all this food. What's your name, Florence Nightingale?" "I'm Charlotte, and I'll just call you my soldier boy. I see you are wearing a wedding band, so I guess you'll just be my soldier boy for a little while, but that's okay." Her observation set a quieter tone, and we both started eating. Charlotte ate like she laughed, with gusto. She packed food away like a soldier, and as we drank the sweet iced tea typical of the South, she offered a toast. "To my soldier boy. May our time together be fun and may we have no regrets when we part." With this thought-provoking suggestion winding its way through my mind, I took a much closer look at Charlotte. Her shirt was light cotton, suitable for the warm weather, but had been soaked in the rainstorm, and was now virtually transparent. Beneath the sodden fabric, her very respectable and bra-less breasts were quite visible. Her face, as I have said, was pretty, oval-shaped with large inquiring eyes and a full honest mouth. Her hair, now plastered to her head, was blonde and medium length just touching her shoulders. While she was small, she appeared to be perfectly proportioned and quite alluring. "So, General, do I pass inspection?" There was no sarcasm in her voice, but it did make me realize how rudely I had been examining her, "Honestly, Charlotte, you are absolutely beautiful. I can't believe this is really happening. Can I offer you a dry shirt or something? You must be cold in those wet things." "Soldier, the way you were looking at my chest warmed me right up, I do declare. But I would slip into one of those fatigue jackets if you have one handy." I handed her the jacket and she looked at me for just a moment before slipping her shirt off, and putting it into the basket with the leftover food. Sitting there with her lovely body exposed, she smiled and asked, "You like?" I just held my arms out wordlessly, and Charlotte filled them with her beauty and charm. I pulled a sleeping bag around us and the body heat quickly warmed us up. At this point, it seemed pointless for her to put on the fatigue jacket and, in fact, I took mine off. Her soft warm breasts pressed against my chest, and my hands caressed her back and the gentle swelling of her hips. Feeling my temperature and my libido rising, I decided to try to head this situation off. "Charlotte, I could really...uh...like you an awful lot , but, as you mentioned, I am married, and...well..." "I also mentioned no regrets, soldier boy, I know what I'm doing. I'm nineteen years old and I have never wanted to be with a man as much as I want to be with you. But I am a realist and I know all we have is now. So, shut up and kiss me, please!" I did. I did exactly as I was told, and I did it over and over again, until I felt that I would burst. I held this lovely woman/girl and I caressed her beautiful body, and she responded with warmth and passion. I finally used my hands to bring her to a crashing orgasm, and later her lovely lips brought me to fulfillment. How magical the night could have been, I can only imagine, but I know that, as the sun rose over my slowly drying tent, she dressed and with sweet smiles and bountiful kisses, made her way out of my life and back into her own world. A few hours later, the rumble of a deuce and a half snapped me out of my reverie. As I had suspected, my sergeant had dropped me about ten miles from where I was supposed to be, but, for once, I wasn't really angry at all. As the truck bounced from pot hole to pot hole, I caught a fleeting glimpse of my lovely Charlotte, smiling from the crossroads.