I was finishing reading Bobby his bedtime story so I didn't see the dark green sedan as it pulled to the curb and stopped. I was just starting to descend the stairs when the doorbell rang. I saw the major in Class A's when I opened the door. As I noticed the Chaplain insignia on the other officer, I knew why they were there.
I had met Kathy when I was a senior at the University of Texas. Some buddies and I had gone to San Antonio for the weekend. Kathy was taking her Army Nurse training at Fort Sam Houston, but on Friday nights the class of nurses frequented the River Walk and its accompanying restaurants and bars.
I asked her to dance and then I bought her a drink. That drink stretched into several hours of talk and an agreement to meet the next afternoon. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was to spend time with her but that evening ended with just one brief kiss. On Saturday, I dumped my buddies and spent all afternoon and evening with Kathy. We explored the Alamo and cruised on the river, but the deepest explorations were of each other's personalities.
Kathy had graduated from the University of Tennessee -- Chattanooga School of Nursing. She had volunteered for the Army hoping to travel some before settling down. She was surprised to find that I was already in the Army. After two years at a community college near my home in South Carolina, I had enlisted to figure out what I wanted to do and to travel also. Three years into my enlistment, my battalion commander had counseled me to take advantage of a program offered by the Army that would pay my tuition and book fees while continuing to pay my full salary and benefits. I would spend two years at any college where I was accepted to complete my degree. Then I would be commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and serve another five years as an officer.
We dated each weekend, playing tourist all over eastern Texas. The very first weekend the Hill Country and its wineries provided the backdrop for the beginnings of our passionate sex life. All too soon Kathy finished her training. She requested and got an initial assignment at Fort Benning in Columbus, Georgia. I still had four months until graduation, but I would be assigned to Fort Benning for almost a year of training.
We talked almost nightly on the phone. On President's Day weekend, Kathy was able to fly out to Austin. Spring Break I drove to Columbus and picked her up for a week in Florida.
Kathy flew back to Austin for my graduation. At my commissioning ceremony after graduation, Kathy pinned on one of my bars and my mother pinned on the other. After a night of social celebrating, but no bedtime, we put my parents on a plane back to South Carolina. Then Kathy and I loaded up my car with the stuff I hadn't had the Army ship to Fort Benning. With fourteen hours of driving ahead of us, we planned to stop overnight in Louisiana and drive into Columbus the next day.
We were on that flat coastal plain east of Houston, the left lane of I-10 spinning under the tires, when Kathy got frisky. She leaned over and began to stroke my cock through my slacks.
"If you keep doing that, we'll have to stop for me to change my slacks."
"I want to make sure you stay alert, and the best way is by making sure Mr. Johnson stays up, er, awake."
"I don't want to be a Lert. I want to be a Fucker with you, the Fuckee."
"I want that, too, but we can't while you're driving. Maybe around Lafayette, Louisiana," she said, looking at the map.
"In the meantime, I'll try something else." Her slender fingers began to move buttons out of buttonholes.
"How's that?" Her yellow blouse had parted to reveal the front clasp of her yellow bra set off beautifully by a strip of her deeply tanned skin exposed all the way down to her shorts.
"Veeeerrrry interesting. But somewhat conservative, don'cha think? I could see a lot more than that at a pubic, excuse me, public beach."
"But getting there is half the fun. You're not going to drop me beside the road any time soon, are you?"
"Is that Elle McPherson hitchhiking up there?"
"You like hers better than these?" I looked over to see that the bra clasp was undone. The tanned area on view had expanded to show her tight abs and most of those luscious mounds that I loved to love, but the naughty bits were still hidden.
"No tan lines? Who's been watching you lay out? Who's seen my peach's peaches?"
"Well, Kay (her apartment mate) sees them a lot. I don't think she notices though, I hope. And there's that cute guy that lives above us. And, gee, on Saturdays at the pool there's all these people --" She burst out laughing at my expression.
"You should see your face! Haven't you heard of tanning beds? You can't go out the day the pool opens with a bleached body."
I looked over at her when she leaned back against the door. Now one of those peaches and its very erect stem was showing off and making my mouth water.
"I do declare, Rhett," Kathy began in her best Scarlett O'Hara accent, "it's just too hot in Texas for little ol' me." She began flapping her blouse to fan herself. Of course, this was just more teasing on Mr. Johnson.
"Be careful. That bra clasp might scratch your skin." We both knew the plastic clip had zero chance of scratching her. "Maybe you ought to take it off."
I was hoping that Kathy would take the blouse off and then take off the bra off. Instead, she did that contortionist routine that all women know. The bra ended up in the back seat. When she leaned back on the door again, only a narrow, vertical column of flesh was showing down her chest.
"The clouds are hiding the sun."
"Aw, is snookums missing something? If snookums asks nicely, maybe the sun will shine again." Teasing the mind is worse than teasing the flesh.
"I thought you were hot?"
"Don't you think I'm hot?" she asked.
"Babe, you're the hottest woman I've ever known."
"Do tell."
"You're so hot that my brain turns into a puddle when I look at you. You're so hot that your touch causes my skin to burn. You're so hot that Mr. Johnson engorges at the mere thought of your lips on mine."
