This is the second instalment about a forlorn young soldier at odds with his self-esteem and sexuality. Thank you for the words of encouragement so far. All characters are over 18.
Chapter 2 – In the Prone Position
I arrived home almost in a daze, not really knowing how I had got from Leo's house to my parents front door. I knew that I should be grinning like a Cheshire cat at that moment; however, in my mind I was as unfulfilled as I was in my groin. Julia had used me and then discarded me; what is more, I had cheated on my mate and potential wingman. I could not look him in the eye and invite him out for a beer now.
I put these thoughts to the back of my mind as I put the key in the door. My mother certainly knew me well enough to see when I was troubled and I did not feel like having a conversation about my afternoon... she would not approve.
It was Saturday evening, and as I had no other plans I succumbed to the soon-to-be ritual of visiting with nearby relatives and a drink in the "legion" club. Several scotches, and a few 'war stories' later, I had almost forgotten my tryst with Julia. Life, it seems, goes on.
Sunday morning greeted me with the smell of bacon and I dragged my hangover downstairs for breakfast. Later, a walk to the corner shop to get the Sunday paper and some fags (cigarettes, for the benefit of American readers!) re-established the feeling of normality. I was a born again virgin.
Like most families, Sunday lunch is the hallowed ritual in our household when everyone actually sits down together for the only really civilised meal of the week. My mother never failed to disappoint in the roast dinner department. After three months of army food, I must have been slavering like a rabid dog at the table in anticipation.
About halfway through the roast lamb & trimmings the telephone rang. My father, a placid, easy going man, furrowed his brow.
"Who would ring during Sunday lunch?"
He raised himself up and headed towards the doorway into the hall to answer.
"Ralph, it's for you, some woman named Julia"
My mother shot me a questioning glance. I mumbled an "excuse me" and went to collect the handset from my father, who discreetly shut the door to give me a moment's privacy.
"Ralph, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, can you come round now; everyone is out."
You could have knocked me down with a feather at that moment. I told Julia that I was in the middle of lunch but would get there as soon as I could.
I almost got indigestion from bolting the rest of my food as I gave my mother some bullshit excuse to leave. Fifteen minutes after putting down the phone I was standing outside the same front door as I had the previous afternoon. This time, with some inkling as to what awaited me on the other side, my palms were sweaty, my mouth was dry and my stomach was threatening to discard my hastily consumed lunch.
"Steel yourself, Turner." I thought. "You are supposed to me a man now, remember!"
A shaky finger pressed the bell and after what seemed to be an eternity the door opened. The now familiar, doll like features, blood red lips and piecing green eyes struck my senses like an ice pick into my chest. Julia ushered me inside.
"Come in quick, I don't want the neighbours to see."
I stepped over the threshold, and this time there was no banter or tea and biscuits; Julia swiftly shut the door and embraced me. Our lips met and I felt her soft velvet-like tongue probe past my lips and swirl about my own as if it were a dance.
My first French kiss...today was going to be full of new experiences. I broke our embrace and stood back to admire this flame haired beauty, wearing figure hugging jeans and a white muslin blouse that was near translucent in the light coming in from the window next to the front door. I glimpsed her pert tits and raised pink nipples through the material. She was not wearing a bra.
My appraisal was short lived as Julia grabbed my hand, almost yanking me up the stairs to the bedroom. I barely had time to catch my breath.
"Come on, I told you I would make it up to you, and today is the day"
