Cex Story: The Pin (PART 1)

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My name is Cindy; I’m twenty one years old and in my third year of college. I’m about five foot six and weigh about one thirty. I have hazel eyes and natural chestnut hair which changes to auburn when I’m in the sun a lot. I don’t want to sound vain but a lot of my girlfriends say that I’m very pretty. I go to school about twenty miles from my parent’s house and I’m still living at home. My father is a retired Army full bird Colonel and when I was a child I lived on an army base for my entire life.
I enjoyed the life, always going to different parts of the United States and overseas. While overseas we spent time stationed in The United Kingdom, Japan, Italy, and Germany during my childhood. During the course of my father’s career he had to sometimes go overseas by himself and being an only child it would be just me and my mother. shortly after I graduated high school my father retired and we moved into a large house just outside of San Diego California. I enjoyed the perks of being the daughter of a high ranking officer. One of the things I enjoyed was driving through the gate onto the base and watching the guards at the gate salute the car as it passed through.
It didn’t matter who was driving, even if I was by myself they would always salute. I would always give the guard a big smile and blow him a kiss which they enjoyed. During the early summer after my junior year in college my innocent carefree life style changed. My parents were hosting a barbeque at our house in the back yard. Mother asked me to please be there and help with the preparations. I took in a large sigh and reluctantly said yes. I had been to these functions before and I knew that the back yard would be filled with old salty sea dogs who would be talking about the good old days and their battle scars. Don’t get me wrong, I have a huge amount of respect for these men and women who put their asses in the line of fire just so I can live the lifestyle that I am used too. But, being a twenty one year old single unattached girl I could think of at least a dozen other places I would rather be. On the day of the party mother and I were busy in the kitchen preparing the dip and snacks when our guests started arriving. Mother had just carried a tray of snacks out onto the back deck when the front doorbell rang again. I was drying my hands off as I ran to the door and quickly snatched it open. To my surprise there was a young man about my age standing there. He stood just over six feet tall with a short cropped military hair cut. He was wearing a body hugging tee shirt that showed off his bulging chest muscles and tight six pack AB muscles. He wasn’t muscle bound but I don’t think I’ve ever seen biceps that big before. He was clean shaven with commanding deep blue eyes. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. I felt a flood of moisture hit my panties and I was embarrassed as I realized I had checked his body out as he stood there looking at me. I quickly closed my gapping mouth and smiled at him as I attempted to recover. “Hi,” he said as he reached his right hand out to me, “I’m Scott; I’m here for the party.” I was still in recovery mode as I reached out to shake his hand. I then realized I had the dish towel in my hand and had to quickly transfer it to my other hand before I could shake his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Cindy, please come in.” I stepped aside and allowed him to enter. “Everyone is out back, please follow me.” He said, “It’s nice to meet you Cindy.” as he walked out the back door and onto the patio deck. My mother was walking to the door and stopped to greet Scott. “Hello Scott, I’m so glad you could come.” She said as she hugged him and went up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She looked at me and turned Scott around with her arm and said, “Have you met my daughter Cindy?” He looked at me and smiled and answered, “Yes ma’am, we met at the front door.” “Good,” she said, “go on out and have a good time.” My mother came into the kitchen and I said to her with an irritated voice, “Who is that? You could have warned me that someone like that was coming!” “Oh that’s Scott;” she said as she smiled at me, “he’s a very nice young man, he works on the base. We met him at a… ah… social a couple of weeks ago.” “Ahhh, mother look at me!” I said as I looked down at what I was wearing and gasped as I pulled out my tee shirt out away from my stomach and saw water stains from standing at the sink and a couple of chili stains. “Ahhh!” I said as I ran back to my bedroom to change. I pulled off my shirt and looked into my makeup mirror and touched up my makeup. I pulled off my shorts and panties and dug through my drawer until I found a white thong and quickly pulled them on and adjusted it. I found my tight white shorts and a green low cut top that showed off a little cleavage. I put on a pair of dress sandals that had two inch heels and turned around to look at my ass in the floor length mirror. I adjusted my thong and quickly brushed my hair and went back to the party. I opened the back door and stepped out onto the patio and looked around. I saw daddy standing on the other side of the pool talking to Scott so I nonchalantly walked around to them and said, “Hi daddy,” and gave him a kiss in the cheek. “Hi princess,” he said as he returned my kiss with a kiss to my forehead, “Cindy this is Scott, he works in the Navy base. Scott this is my daughter Cindy.” I was under control this time and shook his hand again and said, “Yes, we sort a met at the front door.” Scott grinned at me and said, “yes, we met at the front door,” Scott glanced down at my cleavage and said, “You look very pretty.” “Sorry about the way I looked at the door,” I said, “some first impression, I had just finished making the dip when the doorbell rang.” Daddy put his hands on Scott’s and my shoulders and pushed us a little closer together as he said, “There’s Joe, and I have to go say hi to him. You two have fun.” Then he quickly left Scott and me alone. I thought that was a little unusual for daddy to push us together like that. It left me with the feeling that he wanted Scott and me to get to know each other better. He has always been very protective of me, especially when I’m around men, and here he was pushing me towards a man that I had met just ten minutes ago. I looked at the beer he was holding and seeing that it was almost empty I asked, “Do you want another beer?” “Yes please,” he said, “But only if you will drink one with me.” “That’s a deal,” I said, as we slowly walked around the pool to the ice chest. He retrieved two beers and opened mine and handed it to me. We walked to a small two seat table at the end of the patio; Scott set his beer on the table and pulled my chair out offering me a seat. “Thank you,” I smiled, “Quite the gentleman.” “You’re welcome,” he answered, “anything for a beautiful lady.” ‘Wow’ I thought, he was very charming and very flattering. I was enjoying the way he was talking to me and the way he was hitting on me. This was going to be a very interesting day. We talked for the rest of the afternoon, not being away from each other for just a couple of minutes at a time. Scott was one of the last people to leave the party, I held his hand as I walked with him to the door and he asked, “Would you like to go to dinner with me next weekend? Maybe Friday night?” “Yes,” I said, “That sounds nice.” “Will seven-o-clock be ok?” He asked. “Sure, seven will be good, call me.” I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I closed the door, turned around and leaned my butt against it and let out a long deep sigh and I know I had a silly grin on my face. After a few seconds I looked up to see my mother looking at me. I quickly stood up straight as she grinned at me and walked into the kitchen without saying a word. I followed her into the kitchen and helped clean up everything from the party. After a few minutes mother nonchalantly said, “Do you like Scott? He seems to be a very nice young man.” “Yes mom,” I said, “We got along quite well, we seemed to have a lot in common.” I caught moms gaze and continued, “He asked me out to dinner next Friday.” “That’s nice Cindy; your father and I think the world of him. He really is a very nice young man.” As we continued to clean up I began to think of why they had invited Scott to the party. Had this been a subtle way to set me up with him? I didn’t know for sure, but I thought that I didn’t mind it if they did. Scott called me the next day and told me that he enjoyed talking to me during the party. We talked on the phone for about an hour and told each other about some of our life. On Wednesday Scott called me again and confirmed our dinner date and told me where we would be going. It was a very nice high class restaurant and after I hung up I went to my closet to pick out the clothes I was going to wear. I decided on a dark blue low cut evening dress that showed some cleavage with thigh high stockings and high heels. Thursday afternoon the doorbell rang and a few seconds later I heard daddy say, “Cindy, it’s for you.” I went down stairs and saw a florist standing inside the door with a large bouquet of a dozen pink roses in his hand. I immediately lit up with a huge smile and hoped they were from Scott. I took the flowers from him and said thank you and quickly looked for the card. I opened the card and it read: Cindy; I’m looking forward to dinner; see you Friday at seven, Scott. I giggled as I looked at daddy and said, “There from Scott.” I arranged the roses in a vase and set it on the table by the front door so Scott would see them tomorrow when he picked me up and I could thank him. On Friday I got dressed and was ready a few minutes before seven when I heard the doorbell ring at exactly seven. Mother had told me to always make them wait a few minutes before I went down. At five after seven I walked down the stairs expecting to see Scott waiting for me by the door but he wasn’t there. I heard talking and laughing in dad’s study so I walked over and opened the door. Daddy was in the middle of telling Scott a very animated story, and then he stopped in mid sentence as soon as I came in. They both turned towards me and Scott’s mouth dropped open. ‘Good’ I said to myself, I got the reaction from him that I was hoping for. Scott closed his mouth and said, “Wow Cindy, you look very beautiful.” Scott was dressed in a dark blue tailored suit that fit him very nicely. The suit accented his broad shoulders and tapered down to his slim waist. I walked over toward them and said, “Thank you Scott, and you look very handsome.” When I reached them I gave daddy a kiss on the cheek and then turn to Scott and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Every date that had ever picked me up at the house, daddy had always read them the riot act. He would glare at them and speak in his deep Colonels voice and usually say something like; ‘you treat her with respect do you understand me, and make sure she is home by whatever-o-clock.’ I reached under Scott’s arm and held it, looked at daddy and prepared for the speech. Daddy walked around behind us and patted a hand on each of our shoulders and said, “You two have fun.” That’s it? Why wasn’t daddy going to put the fear of God in him? I quickly moved Scott with me and headed out the door. I stopped in the foyer and smelled one of the roses and said, “Thank you very much for the beautiful roses.” He said, “You’re welcome, beautiful roses for a beautiful lady.” I smiled at him and kissed him full on the lips for several seconds and then Scott opened the door and we left for the restaurant. We had a very nice romantic candle lit dinner that lasted well over an hour and a half. Around nine-o-clock Scott asked me if I would like to go into the adjoining bar for a drink and some dancing. I was all smiles and said yes. He escorted me into the bar and we found a small empty table on the edge of the dance floor and sat. We talked for several minutes before the band started to play. Scott stood and extended his hand to me and asked me to dance. I smiled and accepted his hand. We danced to two fast songs and then the band played a slow number. Scott held me at a respectful distance but I wanted to show my appreciation for the nice time that I was having on this date plus I wanted to let him know that I liked him. I moved in closer and pressed my breasts into his chest. He responded and held me tighter in his strong arms as I lay my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds I looked up into his eyes and beckoned for him to kiss me. We kissed several times as we danced to the next two slow songs. Scott was a very good dancer. We stopped and rested for a couple of songs. Scott bought another round of drinks for us and we sat and talked again. He told me a lot about his family but I noticed he didn’t say too much about his job on the Navy base. He just told me that he was an instructor and spent most of his time in training. Another slow song started and he stood and offered me his hand and we danced again. This went on for the rest of the night until we left the bar arm in arm laughing and talking at around one-o-clock in the morning. He parked in front of the house and got out and came around to my side of the car. I sat and waited as he opened my door and extended his hand to help me from my seat. Scott was always the gentleman and I liked the way he was treating me. On the porch I thanked him for dinner and dancing as I put my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts tight to his chest. He held me around the waist and we kissed. The first two kissed were short kisses but on the third I held the back of his head and relaxed my mouth and we exchanged a deep passionate kiss. After we kissed Scott asked, “Do you water Ski?” I answered, “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. Why?” “A friend of mine, Mark, his wife Janet, and I are going Water Skiing Tomorrow afternoon and I would like you to come.” “Sure,” I answered, “What time? And what should I wear?” “Great, I’ll pick you up around eleven in the morning, ah… Janet usually wears a bikini.” We kissed again and I said, “Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven.” “Good night Cindy, I had a real good time tonight.” The next day at exactly eleven-o-clock the doorbell rang. I waited about two minutes and walked downstairs and looked for Scott. Once again he was in daddy’s study and they were talking. I walked in and asked, “Are you ready to go?” “Yes,” Scott said as he turned back to daddy. They shook hands and Scott walked with me out of the study and out the door to his car. We parked in the marina parking lot, retrieved out bags and walked out onto the pier. Scott always being the gentleman carried my bag for me. I enjoyed the way Scott treated me. He always opened the car door and building doors for me. I saw a man and a woman down farther on the pier and when they looked our way they both waved. Scott waved back and said, “That’s Mark and Janet.” When we approached them Scott and Mark high fived each other and he grabbed Janet in a tight hug and kissed her forehead. He pulled away and said, “Mark, Janet, this is Cindy. Cindy these are my good friends Mark and Janet.” Mark and I politely shook hands and Janet hugged me and said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Scott has talked nonstop about you for the last week.” “Thank you,” I said grinning at Scott for a second, “It’s very nice to meet you.” We were standing next to a nice looking twenty five foot speed boat with an inboard engine. It had a walk-through windshield with wrap around padded seats at the bow. Behind the windshield there were four captains’ seats with a bench seat across the back in front of the engine compartment. Mark jumped on board and took our bags then offered his hand to Janet as she stepped on board. He then offered his hand to me as I followed suit and stepped on board. I picked up my bag and followed Janet to the cushioned seats at the bow. Mark started the engine while Scott untied the boat and jumped onboard. As we idled out of the marina Janet and I talked. I found out the she had been married to Mark for three years and she had known both Mark and Scott for about four years. When we cleared the marina Mark brought the boat up to about half throttle for a few seconds then went to full throttle. It was an extremely powerful boat and I was a little nervous. I had never gone this fast on the water before; I estimated our speed at sixty or seventy miles per hour. I had a death grip on the boat and looked at Janet who looked calm and relaxed. We made a couple of wide sweeping U turns and then Mark slowed down and brought it to an idle. Janet stood and slipped out of her shorts and shirt. She was wearing a hot pink string bikini that did a poor job of covering her B cup breasts. Both men gave her wolf whistles as she struck a sexy pose then blew them a kiss. When she sat back down I stood and stripped out of my clothes revealing my somewhat modest bikini. Both men followed suit and gave me wolf whistles as I gave them a shy little girl pose. I blew them a kiss and sat back down. Janet reached across to me and grabbed my arm and whispered, “Get ready, here it comes.” Both men grabbed the bottom of their tee shirts and lifted as Janet said, “Wait for it… wait for it.” When their shirt cleared their bodies Janet squeezed my arm and yelled ‘whoop whoop.’ We both cheered as they struck a strong man pose. ‘Oh my god’ I said to myself, both of them had chiseled bodies and everywhere you looked you could see the underlying scalped muscle tone. Janet whispered to me, “I never get tired of looking at those bodies.” When they finished posing Mark gestured to Janet that she should take her top off. I quickly looked at her and saw her shaking her head no. “Did Mark want you to take off your top?” I whispered. “Ya, the pervert,” she whispered back, “I usually do but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I was a little surprised and whispered back, “You mean you would take your top off in front of both of them?” ”Sure, why not?” she said, “Scott is a perfect gentleman and would never touch me without my permission.” “Has Scott ever touched your boobs?” I asked. “Absolutely not and he never will. I love him to death but it’s a brother-sister kind of thing. They may gawk at me but neither one of them would ever embarrass me.” “Well,” I whispered back thinking that she would never do it, “I don’t want to be the party pooper, so if that’s what you normally do, then don’t let me stop you.” “Are you sure it won’t bother you?” Janet questioned. “Go for it.” I whispered. By this time both men were working in the back of the boat getting the ski equipment ready. Janet stood and said, “Oh Mark.” She reached around her back and pulled the string on her top. Both men turned as she pulled her top off and twirled it over her head a couple of times. Both men let out loud whoops and began applauding her. Scott looked at me with and embarrassing grin and shrugged his shoulders. Mark said, “Thanks honey, I love you!” Both men looked for a few seconds then turned back to the ski equipment as Janet sat down next to me and laughed. She spread her arms out and rested them on the backs of the cushions giving everyone an unobstructed view of her breasts. Janet’s body had all of the right parts in all of the right places. Her arms, legs, and stomach were well toned with girlish curves. I thought that my body was nice but it was a little soft. It looked like Janet had worked out and it showed. At that moment I made a mental note to start going with my mom and dad when they went to the gym on base. I looked at her while smiling and said, “I don’t believe you did that.” I looked at her breasts as she relaxed in her seat. Her nipples were hard and she had absolutely no modesty. I continued looking at her breasts and thought that my B cup breasts could be an exact matching set to hers. I suddenly got the crazy idea of taking my top off. I began to blush and put my hand over my mouth. Janet looked at me and asked, “Are you ok?” I said in an excited whisper, “Oh my god, I’m thinking about taking my top off in front of a strange man that I met less than a half hour ago. I don’t believe it.” I grabbed my breasts and squeezed and massaged them for a few seconds and then whispered to Janet, “Oh god, I don’t believe I’m going to do this!” I put my hand over my mouth again and giggled. I looked around to make sure there weren’t any boats around and stood up. I reached around my back and undid my top and said. “Oh Scott.” Both men turned and I pulled my top off and twirled it above my head like Janet had done. Both men whooped and applauded as they smiled at me. I suddenly became shy and put my hands over my breasts and covered them as I began to blush a deeper shade of red. Both men laughed at my embarrassment then Scott said, “Please don’t hide them they look absolutely beautiful.” I thought for a second and released them so they could see them again before I sat down and laughed with Janet. They looked at me for a few seconds then Scott jumped overboard with one ski and swam to the rope trailing behind the boat. Mark went to the controls and as soon as the rope was tight with Scott at the end he hammered the throttle. Scott was on his ski an instant later. He began doing wide sweeping S turns while holding the rope in one hand. As he was at the outside of his turn he leaned in and touched the water with his free hand. I couldn’t believe it; he was flying across the water at seventy plus miles an hour with a huge grin on his face. I on the other hand was holding on to the boat for dear life and was scared to death that he was going to fall and get seriously hurt. After a few minutes Mark held up his arm and as soon as Scott was on the port side of the boat in his turn Mark began a slow sweeping turn to port. Scott slowed down a little but as soon as he crossed the boats wake he began accelerating quickly like he was shot out of a sling shot. When he was on the outside arc of his turn he was going much faster than when the boat was traveling in a straight line. As the boat straightened out I thought that Scott had probably been skiing at over a hundred miles an hour. When the boat straightened out I realized that I was half way standing watching to make sure Scott didn’t fall. I sat back down and my heart was beating in my throat and I was out of breath. Janet touched my shoulder and I looked at her as she said, “Exciting, isn’t it?” I smiled as I put my hand on my heart and said, “Yes, that took my breath away.” Scott began skiing straight behind the boat and had his hand in the air. When Mark saw this he cut the throttle back down it idle. Scott’s forward momentum was enough for him to ski right up to the boat before he dropped into the water. He handed the ski to Mark and pulled himself into the boat. I began to applaud and said, “I’m impressed, you are a very good skier.” He smiled and said, “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He then slapped Mark on the shoulder and said while smiling at me, “I’ve got a fan club.” Mark jumped into the water and did a very impressive show of his skills. He could ski just as well as Scott. I wasn’t as nervous this time as I was when Scott was skiing. In fact, I would watch Scott sometimes as he drove the boat. One time when I looked at Scott he was staring as my breasts. I looked down and realized that every time the boat hit a wave my breasts would bounce. I looked over at Janet and hers were doing the same thing. I leaned over to her and said, “Those perverts, their watching our boobs bouncing when the boat hits the waves.” Janet laughed and said, “Of course, why do you think they wanted us topless.” It was all good clean fun but I thought I would give Scott a hard time about it. When I caught Scotts gaze I rubbed my index finger over my other index finger and mouthed the words, ‘shame on you.’ He let go of the steering wheel for a second and shrugged his shoulders and gave me a ‘what did I do?’ expression. I smiled at him while I shook my head and pretended to be disgusted with him. Even though I did this I continued to sit and let him watch my boobs bounce. When Mark climbed on board after his run Scott went to the ice chest and opened two beers. He had one in each hand and was bringing them up to us. He asked me, “What was that ‘shame on you’ for?” Janet laughed out loud and answered, “It took her that long to figure out that you two perverts were watching our boobs bouncing.” We all smiled and laughed at Janet’s humor. When Scott stepped through onto the bow with a beer in each hand I saw an opportunity to give him a bare breasted hug without the possibility of him touching me, which at the time I didn’t want to happen. I jumped up and hugged him around the chest pressing my hard nipples into his chest and said, “I’m not mad I was just picking on you, I’m the one who chose to go topless.” He bent his head down and kissed me. I released him and sat back down next to Janet on my side of the boat and Scott handed us each a beer. We stayed at idle and talked and joked with each other for about fifteen minutes. I was relaxed being topless and was having a better time than I had in a long time. I realized that the shot of adrenalin that I got while watching Scott Ski really picked up my energy and I was having a real good time. Scott, Janet, and Mark were talking to me like I was an old friend that they had known for years. After we finished our beers Scott and Mark each took another turn Skiing. I wasn’t nearly as nervous this time as I was the last time that Scott was skiing. In fact, while Scott was skiing I looked at Mark several times while he was driving and noticed that he was no different than Scott. When Mark wasn’t watching Scott ski he was watching our boobs bouncing. After a couple more turns, the boat was running low on fuel and we had to bring the boat back to the marina. We started toward the marina and both Janet and I got dressed. Scott tied the boat back to the dock and offered his hand to Janet and me and helped us make the transition from the boat to the dock. Janet pulled me aside as they stowed the equipment and whispered to me, “Scott is sweet on you, he has dated a few women but I can tell by the way he talks about you that you’re special. I know you have only known him for a week, but if you are looking for a lifelong partner you won’t find anyone better that Scott. Trust me.” “I know what you mean, “I whispered, “He has been nothing but sweet and courteous to me and the way that he and my daddy get along I know he is special.” We walked down the pier toward the parking lot and before we separated to go to our cars we stopped. Janet and I hugged and she said, “I enjoyed your company, I hope we can get together real soon.” “I enjoyed it too. Maybe we can have dinner next weekend?” “Yes that sounds nice,” Janet said, “I’ll take to Mark.” Scott hugged Janet and she kissed her on the cheek. Janet looked up at Scott and said, “She’s a keeper, I really like her.” Mark and I looked at each other for an awkward few seconds when he opened his arms and asked, “May I hug you?” I smiled and said, “Well, you’ve seen my breasts. I think it will be ok if you hugged me.” Everyone laughed at my little bit of humor as I walked into his arms and he hugged me. When he released me I kissed him on the cheek and said. “I enjoyed your company. You and Janet are nice people.” We said our goodbyes and we walked back to the car hand in hand. As we were driving back to my house I said, “Gawd, I don’t believe I did that!” “Did what?” Scott asked. “I took my top off in front of you and Mark. I feel kind of slutty for doing that. You don’t think any less of me for doing that, do you?” “No, of course not, it was just good clean fun.” He chuckled. “In fact, I gained a lot of respect for you. It took a lot of guts to do that… I like people who have a lot of guts.” He reached out with his right hand and I laced my fingers in his and kissed the back of his hand. “Please don’t say anything to my parents about what happened today.” “Don’t worry; I would never do anything that would embarrass you.” We were quiet for a few minutes when he squeezed my hand and asked, “Have you ever been skydiving?” I laughed out loud and said, “Are you serious?” as I looked at him. He wasn’t laughing so I thought for a moment and said in a serious tone, “You’re not kidding are you?” “No, next Sunday Mark, Janet, and I are going and I would really like for you to join us.” “But I don’t know how. I’ve never done it before, isn’t it kind of dangerous?” “No not really. I’ve done several hundred jumps and we would jump in tandem. I’ll strap you to my chest and I’ll be in full control of the chute and landing, all you have to do is enjoy the ride.” My heart was pounding in my chest just thinking of the possibility of jumping out of an airplane. “You would go with me and I wouldn’t have to do anything?” “Yes, that’s right. We would get there early and you will need an hour or so of instruction, I’ll be right there with you helping any way I can.” “Can I think about it for a little while? Can you call me tomorrow and I’ll let you know?” “Yes that will be fine; I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon.” We pulled into the circle drive of my house but instead of stopping in front of the door Scott drove a little further and stopped so that the back of the car was facing the house. I smiled to myself when I realized that Scott didn’t want anyone inside the house to see what he was planning to do while we were sitting in the car. Right on cue he reached over and put his right hand behind my head and his left hand on my waist and gave me a very passionate French kiss. I felt his hand slowly moving toward my breast. He didn’t have to take his time as far as I was concerned but I knew he was just seeing how I was going to react. When his thumb made contact with the bottom of my breast. I sighed long and loud into his mouth as he kissed me, giving him the green light to fondle my breast. He wasted no time and cupped my breast in his strong but gentle hand. In between kisses I purred to him and sighed into his ear as he kissed my neck. I put my right hand on his thigh and began rubbing the inside of his leg up and down stopping just inches short of touching his penis. After a couple minutes he broke our embrace and said, “I better get you inside before they come out looking for us.” He once again came around and opened my door for me and offered his hand and helped me out of his car. I enjoyed this extra attention that he was lavishing on me. He walked me to the door and he kissed me goodbye. Inside the house I ran into mom and she asked, “How was your date?” “I had a good time. Scott and his friend Mark are very good water skiers.” “Mark?” she questioned, “did Mark and Janet go with you?” I was puzzled how she knew who they were. I suspiciously answered, “Yes, Mark and Janet came with us. How do you know them?” I asked. “Oh your father and I met them at a social a few weeks ago. Scott and Mark are very nice young men. “ That’s the same thing she said when I first asked her about Scott last week. Somehow after seeing how hard they liked to play I was having a difficult time picturing Scott and Mark sitting at some swank ice cream social. I thought I would drop a bombshell on her to see how she would react towards Scott. “Scott asked me out on another date next Sunday. He wants to take me skydiving.” “Skydiving?” she asked, “That sounds like fun. Are you going to go?” What? I said to myself, I tell her I’m going skydiving and she isn’t going to talk me out of it? I thought that something smelled fishy about that. “What are you saying mother? You don’t mind if I go?” “I’m sure it’s safe, and besides, I don’t think Scott will let anything happen to you.” “He’s going to call me tomorrow and I’ll let him know if I’m going.” “That’s nice honey, why don’t you invite him to dinner one day this week. You can show off some of your cooking skills?” That was it. I looked at her with surprise and realized that inviting Scott to the party last week was no accident. Daddy came out of his study and saw us talking. He gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek and asked, “How was your date with Scott?” “It was nice daddy; Scott and his friend Mark are very good water skiers.” “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself,” he said hugging me again, “that Scott is quite the young man.” I thought I would try and get a rise out of my father and see what he thought about me going skydiving. “Scott invited me to go skydiving with him next Sunday.” I said with a smirk on my face waiting for daddy to explode. He thoughtfully nodded his head and said in a calm manner, “I’ve had a few jumps in my day; I think you’re really going to enjoy the experience.” Unbelievable! I thought to myself. Had I brought this subject up a few weeks ago I’m certain that he would have exploded and threatened to ground me even though I’m twenty one years old. Something was defiantly wrong. I would have to get to the bottom of this and find out why they put so much trust in Scott. Both my mother and father had set me up to meet him. Whoever he was, and whatever his job on the Navy base was they both trusted Scott with my life. I was having serious doubts that they had known him for only a few weeks. Scott called me the following afternoon and I accepted his offer to go skydiving with them. I also invited him to dinner at my house on Wednesday night. On Wednesday I took mothers advice and cooked for Scott and my parents. I made lasagna, French garlic bread, and a garden salad. I chilled two bottles of wine and waited for Scott to arrive. I had decided to question him more at dinner on exactly what he did on the Navy base and how he met my mother and father. Scott arrived right on time as usual and I went upstairs to change. Once again Scott and daddy were talking in his study when I went in and announced that dinner was ready. Scott had always been a gentleman opening doors and carrying things for me so tonight I returned the favor and served him his dinner. Daddy was my biggest cheerleader, announcing to all at least four times, telling me how good the dinner was. After dinner Scott offered to help clear the table but I said in a firm voice that that was my job. After clearing the table I refilled Scotts wine glass and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I giggled when I looked at mom who was giving me that ‘aww that is so cute’ look. I sat down and said, “So Scott, you said you were an instructor in the Navy. What do you teach?” “Ah… mostly military training and things like that.” “That’s nice,” I said, “Who do you teach?” He looked a little nervous as he glanced at daddy and said, “Mostly Navy personnel” “Oh I see,” I continued, “So you work for the Naval Training Command?” He glanced at daddy again and just before he spoke daddy boomed in with his Colonel’s voice and answered, “Yes honey, he works for the Naval Training Command. Navy personnel come in from all over the country and Scott trains them in care and use of firearms.” Daddy’s jumping into the conversation didn’t seem right to me. If what he said, that he only knew Scott for three weeks was true, how would he know so much about what Scott did? Every time I questioned Scott about his job on the base he always gave me vague answers and never volunteered any extra information. And when daddy boomed into the conversation I began to think that maybe what Scott did may be classified. I was about to ask another question when mother abruptly changed the subject. It was frustrating, I wanted to know more about Scott and I was being stonewalled by everyone at the table. I let it drop and let the conversation go on to other subjects. Friday night Mark, Janet, Scott and I went out to dinner at the same restaurant that he had brought me to last week. After dinner we danced and had a very nice time. All of the questions I asked about what Mark or Scott did on the base were answered with the same vague answers. Saturday night I had a difficult time sleeping thinking about jumping out of an airplane the next day. Scott picked me up at nine in the morning and we headed to the airport. True to his word Scott sat next to me for my training and assisted me into my jump suit. Mark and Janet arrived and began the suit up process. I asked Janet, “Gawd I’m so nervous, how many times have you done this?” “I’ve got about fifty jumps under my belt.” She said,” I’m qualified to jump solo but today Mark and I are jumping tandem so we can fly down with you.” When we were dressed Janet checked all of the gear I was wearing, then Mark checked it, then finally Scott checked it. When I saw the airplane my heart began beating in my throat. Gawd I said to myself, I’m really going to do this. My next fear came when the plane was in the air. I hoped that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by crying or refusing to jump. Scott held my hand the entire time until we were ready to jump. My heart stopped beating in my throat and moved up and started beating inside my brain. I watched Janet move in front of Mark as I felt Scott hooking my harness to his. Mark and Janet waddled over to us and he checked all of the harness connections then Scott did the same checking all of theirs. We waddled over to the open door in time to see the five solo jumpers who rode with us jump out. We moved in front of the door and a strange calmness came over me. I thought about my parents and all of the confidence they had in Scott. At that moment I realized that no matter what happened Scott would protect me with his life. Scott said into my ear, “Are you ready?” “Yes” I yelled over my shoulder. “Ok, here we go, pick your feet up off the floor.” The instant that Scott felt my weight we were out the door. The wind hit us and after a few seconds I realized I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I stopped screaming and looked down at the ground until I saw movement to my left. When I looked it was Mark and Janet. Janet had an excited look on her face and was waving at me. I waved back and noticed that Mark and Scott were slowly closing the distance between us. Janet held out her hand and I grabbed it and held her hand for a few seconds. We let go and moved away from each other. I was amazed, I thought we were in a freefall but then it occurred to me that Mark and Scott were in full control and could fly us anywhere he wanted us to go. Scott yelled in my ear, “Here goes the chute.” I looked up to see the chute unfurl and, when the air caught it I thought I was going to come out the bottom of my harness. When the chute opened fully Scott said, “The chute is open and I have control, enjoy the ride.” We slowly descended and I saw an X in a grass field at the edge of the airport. Scott began doing wide sweeping S turns as we glided toward the X. We were just a couple hundred feet above the ground and were gliding away from the X when Scott banked us into a hard turn and we floated toward the X. I remembered the training and thought about bending my knees and rolling when we hit the ground. Much to my surprise we floated to a stop hovering just a few feet in the air. We closed the distance to the ground and then I realized that Scott was standing on the ground. I put my feet down and could feel Scott unhooking my harness. When I was free I began jumping up and down whooping and hollering. Scott was gathering in the chute and said, “I guess you liked it.” I ran to him and grabbed his face and planted at least a half dozen kisses all over his face. He laughed and said, “Yup, I guess you liked it.” I looked up to see Mark and Janet glide to a perfect landing only a few yards away from us. I ran to them and when Janet was released from the harness I grabbed her in a hug and began jumping up and down while squealing. I lost my balance and Janet and I tumbled to the ground. Janet looked up at Mark and said, “I think she’s hooked.” Mark laughed and said, “Are you ready to do it again?” I had a huge grin on my face and said, “Really? We can do it again?” “Yup, it’ll take an hour or so to repack the chutes, we’re scheduled for three jumps today.” I started pounding my fists and kicking my feet into the ground saying, “Yes, yes, yes!” All three of them were standing over me laughing when I heard Janet tell Scott, “She’s hooked Scott.” Scott pulled me to my feet and we walked to the waiting van to take us back. I felt more alive at that moment than I had felt in my entire life. After all, I had just gone one on one with death and won. The rest of the day was like a fantasy come true, we jumped twice more and each time I enjoyed it even more. On the ride home I was feeling tired coming down from my adrenalin high. I held Scott’s hand and kissed it several times. I looked over at Scott and thought that I was falling in love with him and if he ever asked me to marry him that I would accept. I chuckled to myself when I realized that I had only known him for two weeks. On Tuesday of the next week Scott asked me to eat lunch with him at a small diner in the city. I accepted and he drove us to lunch around noon. It was a small hole in the wall mom & pop diner that was part of a much larger building on one of the city’s main streets. It had a long narrow dining area with small two chair tables lined up against each wall with one row of four chair tables lined up down the center. We chose a two seat table about half way back. We just finished eating when I looked at the front door when I heard the small bell that was attached to the door ring. I said ‘damn’ under my breath and immediately tried to hide behind Scotts head. It was an old boyfriend of mine Brad and his two shadows. He wasn’t really an ex-boyfriend; we had gone on one date a couple of years ago when I was in my first year of college. He had asked me out to dinner and had brought me to this diner. The only problem was his two shadows Pete and Ken. Neither of them two had a date so it was the four of us. It was a strange relationship that those three had, Brad was the leader and the other two did whatever Brad said. Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to get to know Brad very well with his two shadows sitting at the table; they were there the whole time. When he took me home he tried to kiss me and feel me up in the front seat while his two shadows sat in the back seat. I was disgusted and pushed him away and went into the house. He called me several more times and asked for a date but I refused every time. When he saw me in pubic he became very possessive trying to put his arm around me and he became a problem for me. He acted like I was his girlfriend and he thought he could kiss me every time he saw me. Today is the first time that I had seen him in over a year. When he saw me I said ‘shit’ under my breath. He and his two shadows walked over to the table completely ignoring Scott and said, “Hi Cindy, what’s shaken.” I said in an irritated voice, “Brad leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you.” He didn’t say anything but I could tell he didn’t like my answer. Brad glance at Scott who just sat there quietly and let me deal with Brad verbally. Brad said, “We need to talk,” and grabbed my wrist trying to pull me to my feet. I struggled and tried to pull away. In one quick motion Scott stood and grabbed Brad wrist with one hand and pried his thumb up causing him to lose his grip. Scott stepped between Brad and me and said, “The lady said she has nothing to say to you.” pushing him back a step as he released his wrist. I stood as the other people sitting close to us began moving away. Brad was bigger than the average man but I knew that Scott was a lot stronger than him. If Brad started a fight I was afraid the other two would jump on Scott making it three against one. Brad looked angry and was sizing up Scott as Scott said, “Look I don’t want any trouble so I think it would be a good idea if you leave.” Brad snickered thinking that Scott wouldn’t fight and turned to leave then turned back and quickly threw his fist at Scott trying to catch him off guard. Scott grabbed his wrist as it flew by his head and twisted his arm behind his back then swept his legs out from under him. Brad hit the floor with a thud. Scott needed more room as he carefully watched the other two. He put his left hand behind his back until he touched me and guided me back a few steps. Brad was on his feet in a few seconds. He looked at his two shadows and said, “What’s wrong with you.” I could tell what was wrong with them, they looked scared to death. Brad had an evil grin on his face when he turned and faced Scott and me. He put his fists up in a classic boxing stance. I backed up a couple more steps when Brad threw his right fist as Scott. Scott blocked it with his left arm and hit Brad hard in the stomach. He doubled over and Scott brought his knee up into his face. Brad’s head flew backwards and I saw blood flying through the air away from his nose. His eyes were glassy and I knew he was out cold before he hit the floor. Shadow number one threw a punch at Scott which he blocked. Scott once again punched him hard in the stomach then kneeing him in the face causing him to flutter backwards and he fell to the floor unconscious. Shadow number two had his hand on Scott shoulder trying to get his other arm around his neck from behind. Scott grabbed his wrist with one hand and his fingers with his other and twisted away from him until he was facing him. He bent his fingers back and I screamed when I heard the fingers break. Scott punched him hard in the side of his jaw which spun him around and he landed on a nearby table then rolled off onto the floor. Scott checked the room for more threats, finding none, he looked at me. The wild eyed look on his face scared me for an instant and I gasped and flinched. He softened his face and asked, “Are you ok?” I was still in a daze with tears running down my face and all I could do was nod. I thought to myself, who was this man I was dating? I looked at the three unconscious bodies lying on the floor and realized that it took Scott no more than ten seconds to knock three large men out cold. Had there been six more men I had no doubt in my mind that they would be laying on the floor with them. I sat down to gain my composure and saw that most of the other customers were leaving. Just a few minutes later the police and paramedics arrived. I sat in my chair and watched as the older of the two policemen went to the men lying on the floor while the younger officer talked to Scott. After a minute or so Scott pulled his wallet out of his pocket and gave the officer a white card. I wondered what it was. I knew what a driver’s license and a military I.D. looked like and that was neither. The younger officer called the older officer over and showed the card to him. They talked for a few more seconds then gave the card back to Scott. The younger officer wrote something in his notebook and Scott shook hands with both of them then walked over to me. “Are you ok?” he asked me again. “I guess so; I’m still a little shook up. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a real fight.” “I’m sorry you had to see that,” Scott said with sorrow in his eyes, “I wish they would have just left.” Scott extended his hand to me and said, “Let’s go, I need to get you home so you can rest.” We stopped at the register to pay our bill. Scott handed the waitress a twenty and said, “Sorry about the mess.” The waitress was smacking her chewing gum and looked genuinely pleased and said, “I saw the whole thing sugar, you didn’t do nutn wrong. Brad has needed a good ass kicking for a long time. Good job sailor.” Scott told her to keep the change and we left. On the drive home I began to think about Scott. It began to scare me as to how fast that he knocked out those three men in the diner. If he ever got mad at me he would be able to kill me in a matter of seconds. I glance over at him a few times and wondered what he was thinking about. He seemed to be able to turn on and off his aggressiveness at will. I was quiet, looking out the side window thinking about him when he touched my knee. He startled me and I jumped. I know I had fear in my eyes when I looked at him. He removed his hand and sighed. “Cindy,” he said in a low calm voice, “I’m very sorry that you had to see that side of me. I’m usually not like that especially in front of a lady. I know that seeing my aggressive behavior has probably frightened you but please rest assured that under no circumstances would I ever turn my aggression towards you… Please don’t be afraid of me I will never hurt you.” I felt some relief because of what Scott said but in the back of my mind I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Scott parked in the driveway and once again helped me out of his car. When we walked in the house I went to the kitchen and found my mother. She saw my expression and asked, “What’s wrong honey?” I hugged her and told her what happened at the diner. I was sobbing on her shoulder when daddy and Scott came into the kitchen. Daddy asked, “Princess, are you ok?” I went to him and sobbed on his chest while he rocked me in his arms. After a few seconds passed Scott said, “Well, I had better leave.” He turned and headed to the door. “Wait, Scott!” I said as I ran to catch up to him at the door. I hugged him and said, “I’m sorry for being such a baby.” “That’s ok,” he whispered, “That was an intense scene at the diner. It’s normal to show a lot of emotion after witnessing something like that.” I realized that my parents were standing behind me so I gave Scott two quick kisses and said, “Call me?” he nodded and I heard daddy say, “Thanks Scott, I owe you one.” Over the next few weeks we went to dinner every weekend and he came over to my house at least once a week to eat dinner with us. We went waterskiing and skydiving, I enjoyed it much more the second time than I did the first time I went. After we had been dating for about six weeks, Scott came over for dinner on Wednesday night again and we cooked steaks on the grill and ate in the patio. Scott asked me out for dinner again for that Saturday night and I accepted. On Thursday Mom told me that she and daddy were going to spend the weekend in Los Angeles visiting the museums and taking in a show Saturday night. Friday Janet and Mark invited Scott and me over to their apartment for dinner and a movie. The dinner conversation was great but I had other things on my mind. With my house empty for the weekend I was going to invite Scott in after dinner on Saturday night and if he wanted sex, I was going to give it to him. On Saturday I decided to wear my low cut little black dress with the thin spaghetti straps. I would also wear black lace panties with a black lace strapless bra. To finish it off, I would wear garters with black thigh high stockings and high heel shoes. When Scott rang the doorbell I was ready to go so I hurried him out the door closing the front door and went to his car. I didn’t want him to know the house was empty so I could surprise him when he brought me home. After dinner and dancing I cut the evening short and we were heading back to my house by eleven. On the way home I put my hand on his inner thigh and told him, “I had a real nice time tonight. Thank you for dinner.” I continued to rub his thigh as we pulled into the driveway. I moved my hand up higher until my hand was pushing against his penis and asked, “Would you like to come in for a drink? My parents are away in Los Angeles.” “Ah… yes that would be nice.” I smiled as I realized that I had caught him off guard. I unlocked the front door and locked it behind us as soon as we were in. I kissed him hard in the dark foyer and I asked, “Do you still want a drink or do you want to take me upstairs?” “Ah… I need to go back to my car.” I was disappointed, thinking he wanted to leave and asked, “What for?” He was stumbling for the right words to say and finally said, “I need to get some condoms.” I was relived and chuckled, “Silly boy, you don’t need any condoms, I’m on the pill.” With that said Scott scooped me up in his arms and carried me up the steps two at a time. Scott set me down in my bedroom and I picked up a lighter and lit the three candles that I had placed around the room earlier in the day. I turned the lights off and kissed him as I pushed him back towards the bed. When his knees bumped against the bed he was forced to sit down. I backed up a couple of steps and looked at him in the dim candle light. I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let my dress fall to the floor. I stood in front of him in my bra, panties, and black thigh high stockings. He slowly examined me from head to toe and whispered, “Wow, very beautiful. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” I reached out and took his hand pulling him to his feet and said, “I’m all yours and you can do anything you want with me.” Scott stood and we kissed as his hands roamed around on my back as I unbuttoned his shirt. When his hand finally stopped at the hooks to my bra he pressed them together with his finger and thumb and my bra unhooked. Hmmm it thought, practiced hands. I moved my breasts away from his chest and let the bra fall to the floor. I pulled his shirt off and lifted his tee shirt. He assisted and pulled it over his head dropping it on the floor. He hugged me tight and lifted my feet off the floor turning me around. He gently laid me on the bed and began kissing my neck. His hands went to my breasts as his kisses went lower and lower down my body toward my breast. He massaged my breast and teased my nipple with his thumb and finger. My mouth was open and my breathing became ragged. I couldn’t wait for his kiss to get to my nipple so I gently but firmly pushed his head to my breast. When his lips and tongue finally touched my nipple I felt a flood of moisture between my legs. I squeezed my legs together and let out a long high pitched open mouthed sigh. He continued to suck, lick, and kiss my nipples switching back and forth giving equal attention to both. After a few minutes his strong hands gracefully slid down my ribcage, past my stomach to my hips. He lifted himself up and unfastened the garter belt from the stockings. I lifted my butt off the bed and allowed him to slide the garter belt off. He wrapped both hands around my ankles and slowly slid his hands up my stockings toward my hips, when his hands were above my stockings I spread my legs wide giving him full access. He slid his hands to the inside of my thighs and I exhaled another long high pitched sigh. I threw my arms out to the sides and grabbed hand full’s of the bed spread, my pussy was soaked and I could feel my juices running down the inside of my legs. His hands slid softly up and over my mound as I rose up trying to make more contact with his hands. Much to my disappointment his hands move away from my pussy up to my hips. He grabbed the sides of my panties and I lifted up as he slowly pulled my panties down and off my legs. As he stood I watched as he quickly undid his belt and zipper and removed his pants. The outline of his cock through his boxers told me he was hard. I held my breath as he removed them showing me his manhood for the first time. I wasn’t a very good judge of size, only having had sex twice before, both times while in the dark. As I gage his size I became concern with how much pain I would have to endure as he penetrated me. This thought flew out of my mind as he picked up my left leg and began kissing my ankle while sliding his hand back and forth on my inner thigh. As his hand came closer and closer to my sex I heard myself exhale another long high pitched sigh. I suddenly became embarrassed as I realized he had lowered my leg back to the bed and was kissing my inner thigh. I became self conscious of his eyes looking at my exposed pussy. No man had ever had this much access to me and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. He continued his forward progress toward my sex as I squeezed hand full’s of bedspread and arched my head back in ecstasy. When he slowly licked my pussy for the first time and brushed against my clit I exhaled a long, loud, high pitched squeal. I lost control and began humping his face as I grabbed his ears and pulled his head tighter against my pussy. My orgasm hit full force as he locked his lips tight around my clit and sucked it into his mouth while his tongue circled around it. After my orgasm subsided my clit became super sensitive and I said through ragged breaths, “Oh god, oh god, stop, stop, please.” I was having a difficult time catching my breath while my heart pounded in my chest. Scott face glistened as I saw a drop of my juices drip off his chin. I held my arms out to him and whispered, “Come here.” He lay down on top of me and I hugged him hard and gave him a very deep passionate kiss. He lifted his pelvis and lined his cock up with my pussy when I said a little panicky, “Scott… I’m not a virgin… I’ve only had sex with one other person so please go slow.” He smiled and slid his arms under my shoulders and rolled us over to the center of the bed with me on top of him. He whispered, “You’re in control; take all the time you need.” I sat up and put my palms on his chest and pushed back until I felt his cock. I couldn’t get it to line up and realized that I would have to touch him. I had not touched a cock before and felt the flush of embarrassment as I reached down with two fingers and lined it up with my pussy. It went in about an inch or two and I grimmest in discomfort. I went back and forth a few times hoping the pain would go away but it didn’t. I hoped that Scott wouldn’t lose patients with me and I said while somewhat embarrassed, “I’m sorry… “ He smiled and whispered, “You’re doing fine, just take your time and go slow.” Scott, always the gentleman, I remembered his words on the ride home from the diner when he said ‘I will never hurt you.’ I was disgusted with myself for making him wait; I took a couple of deep breaths, held it and gritted my teeth. I plunged down and buried him in me to the hilt. I cried out, “owww, owww.” As he held onto my hips keeping me still. I collapsed down onto his chest and absorbed the pain. “Oh gawd, “I whispered, “I’m sorry, this isn’t very romantic is it?” “Just take your time, it will get better.” He whispered. I rested for two or three minutes then lifted myself up and slowly slid in and out of him until the pain subsided. I lay back down on his chest and whispered, “I’m ok now, the pain is almost gone. I want to be on the bottom please.” He arched his back and lifted me moving us to the edge of the bed and slowly rolled us over until I was on the bottom. I spread myself as wide as I could and raise my knees. “Go slow at first.” I whispered. Scott slowly pumped in and out until it started feeling good to me. I whispered, “Ok you can go faster if you want.” My climax quickly built as he began pumping faster and faster. He pushed hard a couple of times and buried his cock in me as far as it would go. I heard him groan as I felt the warm flood of his sperm inside me. I had sex with a boy in high school twice before. It was a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of thing with me getting no pleasure out of it. This was the first time that anyone had ever made love to me and it was a tender glorious night for me as we made love twice more before we fell asleep. I woke in the morning naked, finding myself cuddled tight to him with my head resting on his chest. I quietly rose and went to the bathroom and got dressed. I went downstairs and made coffee and started breakfast. Scott came down shortly and walked up behind me while I was standing at the stove. He massaged my breasts and kissed my ear and whispered, “Good morning.” I leaned back into him and purred, “Good morning.” Scott was as hungry as a horse. He polished off three eggs, six pieces of bacon, two pieces of toast, and two full glasses of orange juice. After breakfast I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes after I kissed him. The following Wednesday Scott came to dinner at my house again. I showed off my cooking skills by cooking him pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy. I also made a green bean casserole with blueberry crunch for desert. I hadn’t seen him since last Saturday night when we made love for the first time. As soon as he arrived I knew something was wrong. Oh gawd, I thought to myself, was he the type of guy, who as soon as he had sex with a woman, was ready to move on and look for his next conquest? I sighed and tried to put that thought out of my mind. Mom and I were putting the finishing touches on dinner as Scott went into the study to talk with daddy as usual. I went into the study to announce that dinner was ready when I saw the look on Scotts face. I thought he would be in a better mode after we made love but his eyes told me that something was defiantly wrong. I said in a neutral voice, “Dinner is ready.” Neither of them said anything as they just followed me to the dinner table. The conversation at the table was somewhat strained as we ate. I cleaned away the plates after dinner and brought deserts. Scott complemented me on the dinner but he didn’t seem to have his usual enthusiasm in his voice. When it was time for him to leave I walked him to the door and gave him a very passionate kiss hoping for the best. He was subdued and sighed. “Cindy, I have to leave for a little while.” He looked at me to gage my mode. “Oh,” I said somewhat surprised, “Where are you going?” He said with a sad grin, “I don’t know yet.” “How long will you be gone?” I asked cheerfully. “Ah… I don’t know.” Shit! I said to myself. Here is comes, he’s probably had his fun of me and is ready to move on to another woman. I frowned and asked “Will you call me?” “I’m sorry,” he said, “Once I leave I won’t be able to call you.” Damn it I said to myself, I give him my heart and a piece of my ass and now he’s going off and I’ll probably will never see him again. “All right,” I said in a stern voice, “why don’t you get your sorry ass out of my house and never come back you worthless bastard.” I was so pissed at him that I slapped him across the face and screamed, “GET OUT! I never want to see you again.” I was pleased with myself when I saw the tear run down his cheek. At least I hurt him a little before he walked out on me. I opened the door and he slowly walked out and I slammed the door behind him. I leaned against the door and cried until I saw daddy walking down the hall a few seconds later towards me. He grabbed my arms at my shoulders, lifted me up, shook me and yelled in his booming Colonel’s Voice, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO!” I was frightened, daddy was pissed off big time. “Scott is going off to god knows where, to do god knows what, and will be in god knows what kind of danger! He doesn’t need to be thinking about you in the back of his mind while he’s gone! You get your sorry little ass out there GIRL and apologize to him and tell him that you love him and will be waiting for him to come back to you… hopefully in one piece! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!” Holy crap! Daddy was really pissed. I had never seen him in this bad of a mood before. I thought to myself, Scott must be going on a classified mission or something and can’t tell me anything about it. I looked up into my father’s piercing eyes and I realized that I had one option and one option only. I said “Yes daddy.” I through the door open and yelled “Scott! Wait!” He was opening his car door as I ran down the front walk towards him. He stopped and turned to me as I ran into him and plastered my arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” I looked into his hurt eyes and apologized again. “Scott I’m so sorry that I slapped you, please forgive me. I… I love you and know you would never do anything to hurt me. Please come back to me safe, I’ll be waiting for you to come home to me.” I buried my face in his chest and began crying. He put his arms around me and rocked me. When my crying eased Scott said, “I know it’s tough on you but I’m not allowed to talk about it… that’s just the way it is. If we are going to be together, there has to be a lot of trust. Talk to Janet, and your mom & dad. They should be able to help. ” I gave him a big kiss and told him, “Hurry home, I’ll be waiting.” I cried as I watched him drive away. I ran into the house, up the stairs to my room and through myself on the bed and cried. After just a few minutes I felt the bed move and a hand on my back. Mom said in a low sympathetic voice, “There there honey, everything will work out. Scott will be home soon, you just wait and see.” I pulled myself together as best I could and faced her. I sniffled and said, “Mother, what’s going on? Nobody will talk to me. I know that you and daddy know what’s going on, why won’t you tell me?” “I’m sorry honey,” she said with sympathy, “That’s just the way it is… You just have to trust Scott.” Damn it! Trust me; trust Scott; trust, trust, trust! It was frustrating when everyone around me knew something and no one trusted me. I called Janet on the phone and cried, “Janet, Scott left me!” She heard the strain in my voice and said, “Yes Cindy I know… Mark has to leave with him.” “Do you know when they’ll be back?” I asked hopefully. “Ahh…,” Janet stammered, “They are leaving in a few hours. Why don’t you come over here tomorrow and we’ll make a day of it? We can go shopping, and eat dinner together?” The next morning I went to Mark and Janet’s apartment. When I saw her we hugged, I was a basket case. “Janet,” I demanded, “what do you know that you’re not telling me?” She sighed, “Cindy, I’m in the same boat that you’re in, I don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. Cindy you have to be strong… I pray ten times a day that they’ll be safe.” I couldn’t help it; I was a nervous wreck that day and I clung to Janet like a small child. Every time my phone went off I looked at it to see if it was Scott. The shopping helped, we went to Fredrick of Hollywood and we giggled for a couple of hours picking out new lingerie that we would wear when they got back. The days dragged by slowly; every time the house phone rang I jumped and ran to see if it was Scott. Finally on the tenth day I was helping mom cook dinner when the phone rang, I ran to daddy’s study and watched him while he was talking to someone on the phone. “Uh hah… yes… yes… ok thanks, I’ll pass it on… ok… Good bye.” “Daddy who was it?” I asked impatiently. He hung up the phone and sighed, he looked at me and smiled and said in a calm voice, “They’re on the way home; they’ll be landing at four tomorrow morning. Everyone is ok.” I squealed with excitement and jumped up and down and ran and jumped on daddy’s lap and gave him a big hug and kiss. “Call Janet,” he said, “She probably doesn’t know yet.” I quickly pulled out my cell phone and punch in her saved number. It took forever for her to answer. When she answered I squealed and said, “Their coming home! Their coming home! Daddy said they’ll be here at four in the morning.” I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard Janet squealing. Janet asked, “Do you know if they’re ok?” “Yes! Yes! Daddy said everyone is ok!” After I hung up I ran to the kitchen were mom was cooking dinner and screamed, “Scott’s coming home! He’ll be here tomorrow morning!” We hugged as I squealed with excitement then she said, “That’s great news honey, that’s great! … Watch dinner for me while I talk to your father.” During dinner I was talking a mile a minute being so excited that Scott was coming home. After I cleared the dishes, mom nonchalantly remarked. “Honey will you be ok by yourself tonight? There is a Broadway show in Los Angeles that your father and I have been dying to see. We thought that we would spend a couple of days up there.” It was difficult to keep from bursting out laughing as I looked at the smirk on my mother’s face. I couldn’t believe it! At the last minute mom and daddy were driving to LA so that I could be alone with Scott. I gave daddy a knowing grin and I watched him blush, he knew that I knew that they were vacating the house so I could have sex with Scott.

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