I never thought a car ride could be so erotic.
My buddy Terry, a white guy that became a friend during deployment, and I were riding together, as he and his lady came into town to hang for a few days.
"She wanted to tag along, so I brought her," he said as he was attending a retirement ceremony.
He himself was freshly out of uniform after 22 years, and during that time the Vermont bred, Virginia raised polar bear found me one time sitting alone on the mess decks, minding my business when he struck conversation, and we just clicked. At first it was all about him being an "undercover perv," explaining how fine some of the women were, and how he wanted "time alone to change their lives," then he realized quickly I wasn't the same type of horny he was.
"Being out to sea for so long does something to you, Trav," he said.
He was right, but my desire of playmates was different, and he wouldn't know it as kept it a secret to maintain our friendship, for Terry was a happy go lucky, handsome bear that was always positive and ended up being a joy to hang around.
"Trav we're here for five days. Thought you and I could grab a beer, maybe get a steak while she latches on to her friends," he said to me the night they touched down.
They attended the ceremony that next morning, and he didn't waste any time afterwards in giving me call as he was exciting to reconnect for the first time since he took off his uniform. Hw drove to my place on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, pulling up in a rented Super Duty with the windows open and country music blaring through speakers. Terry added a few pounds and had brown and gray chinstrap beard which set off his blue eyes, and a smile from ear to ear that reflected the good life after so many years out to sea. He caught me sitting on my porch when he arrived, and blew the horn for me to join him.
"Bring your ass," he demanded, and so I locked the front door and did, hopping in the truck to give this beefy veteran a hug and handshake.
I was especially happy to see Terry I realized, as it was a timing of "when you're used to someone and they're gone, it stings."
"You've got that new grill back there," he noted as he saw it when he rolled and eyed my property. "Maybe we could fire that up before I leave. How you been, Travis? God man, I miss you."
It felt good hearing those words from this now handsome stud, for Terry might've been in the six feet, 250 to 270 lb. range. I always thought he was cute, and briefly envisioned time in bed with him with roles not necessarily clear, just the idea of our naked bodies laying together. At this moment I didn't want to spoil things, so he drove off, heading to a surf-n-turf not tpo far from my place where we could break bread and unwind.
"Mandy might be the one," he told me of his girl. "The girl works, she cooks, can sew, and oh man, pussy is sweeter than oranges in California."
That last part made me chuckle for Terry's perv side was always nearby. He wasn't coy about a girl he met just a year ago, his face lighting up as he explained her in detail.
"Trav, she could truly be the one," he reemphasized.
Our steaks came and he elaborated on how she brought him confidence, and shed light in places that used to be rather dark. I was drinking in all the detail of him explaining her, as for the first time I realized Terry was making considerable eye contact while he talked, something that was a rarity for him in the past even with casual conversation.
"Trav, the way she gives head.....I can't explain it," he told me.
Oddly enough, the more he bragged on this BBW blonde, the more I became curious, so much that the old me, the "straight me," wanted to give her a go. He changed the conversation to have me discuss my life in the heat of things.
"Working. Ready to retire like you," I told him as my life wasn't nearly as vivid.
"Hey man. I'm in love with this Supee Duty by the way," he interrupted. "You should try it out when we roll."
He offered me to drive after we finished our meal, directing me to go anywhere on this beautiful, perfectly tempered evening since Mandy was occupied with her friends. We'd end up leaving the place after he paid the tab, leaving the Chesapeake area and heading to Virginia Beach to a bar he frequented. I'd have one beer, while he devoured two Screwdrivers as he and I flirted with some of the women in attendance.
"Hey man, I'm just trying to get you where I am," he said to me regarding having a girlfriend.
