Years ago I left home planning to get my military service out of the way before moving on to what I really wanted to do. Twenty-two years and many military assignments later, I am nearing 41 years old and have only known the military way of life. I forgot what it was I really wanted to do. I have only myself and my few belongings packed into my pickup. Fortunately, I have a cab-over camper in the bed of the truck and not dependent on roadside motels. I forgot which highway I was on only remembering my next destination, Elliott. I was about an hour away.
Elliott is a town I remember growing up, it is rural, low population, a community built around farming and farmers. I knew no one in the town with my plan to stay at the Elliott campground for a couple days of cleaning up and laundry. After that...?
After that was a final 70 miles to where I grew up, my hometown where I hadn't visited in years. Why was I even considering going back there? Everything that once was for me 'at home,' probably doesn't exist any longer.
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I pulled to the side of the road atop a hill overlooking my hometown. Modernization changed the skyline. Where once stood two and three story department stores, furniture stores, and a couple theaters, now stood steel and glass monuments to business.
The last couple miles rolled under my tires and quickly, I was on a street only vaguely familiar, the street where I grew up. I parked, got out, and began to quietly walk the sidewalks I'd played on in my youth. Visions of the faces of kids I used to play with entered my minds eye. For a brief moment of recollection, we played again.
The block had aged. There were no children playing, and the few folks out and about were my age and older. I said hello to a couple people and was able to strike up a conversation with one or two. I shared my memories pointing out family names that once lived in this house or that. "I grew up in the last house at the dead end."
There were snippets of detail that led me to believe most of those who had been neighbors no longer lived nearby. Such is the case, grow up and move on. I sat in my truck for a moment of reflection.
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With no one in the neighborhood from my youthful days, home became a past memory, a lost memory of times when I was care free and innocent. I pined for those days and all my neighborhood friends. Had I made a mistake or was this stop just another in long list of places I wanted to visit one more time?
I wanted to pull away from the curb and point my truck down the road and away from what could never be again; yet, I dallied. Once more I felt youthful afternoons spent running up and down the street with friends, playing games of tag or hide and seek. I was lost in memories.
My moment of recollection lasted until I heard a tapping on the passenger side window. Standing on the curb was a younger woman, late 20s, I thought, not older than early 30s. Her features resembled those of the family who lived three doors down from where I grew up. She must have been no more than nine or ten when I left home. I couldn't put a name to the face. I lowered the window and we gave our greetings.
"You are Fred Flicka, aren't you?" She was smiling brightly and I was shocked she knew my name. "I don't blame you for not remembering me, Fred. I'm Terrie Addams. I was nine or ten when you left."
Terrie had been a skinny beanpole of a girl who was as much Tomboy as girl. Life had been kind to her as she was now a very attractive adult woman. I alighted from the truck and walked to curbside. We extended hands and shook.
"Terrie, I recognized the family resemblance but, sorry, I didn't recognize you all grown up. What happened to the little bean-pole Tomboy?"
She smiled, "I guess you approve of the changes in appearance. How come you never came home all these years?"
That was the question I was unprepared to answer. When I left for the military, I wanted to escape my narrowly defined world and explore what existed beyond this town, state, and country.
"Terrie, I knew a bigger world existed and I was determined to see it. All."
"Did you see it, Fred?" The expression on her face was one of jealousy mixed with dismay and wonder.
"I found places of great wonder, of great surprise, and great distress. The world is rich in surprise and poor in its treatment of underprivileged. The contrast between rich beauty and dirty poverty is disheartening."
Terrie's expression didn't change much, "I wish I could see the world just as you saw, or see, it."
"You can, Terrie. You have to take the risk. Do what moves you and don't look back." In the back of my mind was the nagging thought that if she wanted to take the risk, my pickup has room for one more and the camper can sleep two as easily as one.
"Tell me about your life from then to now, Terrie. I'd like to know."
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Terrie's story sounded similar to stories I'd heard before. Married young, divorced young, no children, stuck in a rut, and afraid to force a change. In the almost hour that we sat on the curb and talked, I knew Terrie needed to occupy the other seat in my truck.
"Fred, pull your truck into my driveway and let me make you a nice meal before you hit the road again."
I smiled thanking her for the offer. "Might that include a nice hot shower and a couple loads of laundry?"
A twinkle emerged in Terrie's eyes; she quickly rose, tried the door handle on the passenger side and jumped in. I followed her lead and sat behind the wheel for a drive of 30 seconds. Parked, we jumped out with Terrie taking the lead again.
"Bring in whatever it is that you need to wash. I'll show you where everything is. You can get a shower and laundry started while I work on something special."
The thought of something special played on me while I started a load of wash and showered. I hadn't been close with anyone in a long time, yet, I felt closeness with Terrie that both excited and frightened me in the same instant. I shaved off my four-day growth and dressed in clean fresh clothes.
I watched as Terrie spun some fresh vegetables into a tasty stir-fry. When I saw the steak on the grill, I knew she was cooking up something special.
"Its hot on the outside, tender, pink, and juicy on the inside, Fred. I hope that's the way you like it." I did not misinterpret the wink of her eye and I wondered if Terrie was on her way to taking a first risk?
"Hot, tender, pink, and juicy, hum, sounds like something I can devour." The steak was just as she said and the stir-fry was a great complement to it.
Terrie kept conversation going as we ate. She was full of questions about my travels, places I'd seen, and things I'd done. Time raced by as we talked. Terrie wanted to hear everything in complete detail. Like a sponge, she soaked up every word.
When my laundry loads were finished and folded, I wondered again if Terrie was open to riding into the sunset with me. I wasn't going to boldly blurt my thoughts; however, thinking them couldn't hurt. I laid the clean clothes near the door making no move to load them back in the truck.
It was my turn to quiz Terrie and we launched into another getting better-acquainted conversation. I learned that the house Terrie lived in was a rental, not hers. "After I married, my family sold this place. When I got divorced, I tried to buy it but no sale. What few things I own are mostly clothes. I don't even own the furniture. So, like you said, I'm 33 and all I have to do is take a risk."
With that said, Terrie unknowingly sealed her fate, or I hoped she had. "How much more time do you have remaining on your lease," I asked.
When Terrie told me she had no lease and her rent was due in a few days, I ceased on the opportunity. "Terrie, look me directly in the eye and answer me, do you want to take a risk?"
Terrie slid across the sofa we were sitting on, she did look me in the eye, and I saw her answer before she gave it. "Yes!"
I took her hand saying, "Seal it with a kiss."
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What a kiss! Full on open mouth, tongue dueling, body tingling, groping, make love to me now, I want it, and need it kiss. A military man never surrenders of his own free will; however, I'm not military any longer and surrender, I did.
Terrie took my hand and stood. Taking the lead again, she pulled me to my feet and began another round of hot kissing and groping. Then she drew me up stairs to her bedroom. Her lunchtime words she repeated with deep sensuality, "Hot on the outside, tender, pink, and juicy on the inside."
I knew she felt my raging hard on and there was hiding the large lump of cock straining against my zipper. Terrie didn't wait on formalities. She fell to her knees, unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my under shorts to my knees.
Terrie gasped as my cock sprang up. I'm kind of thick, over two inches, and length over seven inches. Following the gasp came an open mouth to engulf my cock head. Terrie sucked as much of me into her mouth as she could take and gagged on the length. She was beyond slowing down and even as I warned her, she sucked me harder. I erupted like a volcano. Terrie's eyes widened as I sprayed her throat with sperm; she swallowed every bit.
She rose and I drew her tightly into me. We kissed deeply and furiously. The slight taste of my cum was not at all disgusting to her or me.
Terrie's arms encircled me as she grasped at the cheeks of my ass. She drew me into her grip while my own hands explored her body. She was still dressed until my fingers found the zipper of her slacks.
