I was looking for a favorite t-shirt of mine one evening while my wife was at work, and when I pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser in our guest bedroom it came off its track. I pulled it all the way out to see about getting it lined up again and saw there was a green hardcover log book, along with a bundle of letters that had been lying under the drawer.
The entries in the log amounted to a diary written by my wife Brenda and began in May 2013. The letters were addressed to Rosie, a friend and co-worker of her's at the San Diego Naval Station Chief Petty Officers' Club. The two girls met when we all lived in an apartment complex in East San Diego, and they had been best friends for several years. Both were from the Philippines, and with Rosie being about five years older than Brenda, she became a mentor of sorts. She introduced my wife to the manager of the CPO Club and got her hired as a cocktail waitress.
The first bundle of letters I looked at all had return addresses to a chief petty officer named Rene Gautreau on the USS Cowpens. They had been bundled in order, and though they were all addressed to Rosie, the letter inside the first envelope I looked at was dated April 12, 2013, began with "Dear Brenda." It was a short letter to her by Rene who wrote about how nice it was to meet her, and that he hoped to see her again soon when his ship got back into port. He mentioned how they had spent a couple weeks at Pearl Harbor after doing training exercises at sea. I knew that name, Chief Rene Gautreau...couldn't place it. Maybe we served together somewhere.
The next letter was dated May 6th, and Rene wrote that his ship was in Seattle, and they had been in Canada. He described the sightseeing he and his friends had done, and a ship's party he attended. He closed by thanking her for writing back and for sending the sexy pictures. He mentioned she must've been real cold in that wet t-shirt, adding he had kept her letter and read it over and over again. He asked her to thank Rosie for helping him out with the letters, and he would arrange to meet her when the ship got back to San Diego in June.
At that point, I knew what I was getting into. I looked at the letters and saw they had been communicating with one another for several months. The logs contained diary entries she kept during that period. I decided to read it all in order.
The letter dated May 30th was written from San Francisco. Again Rene thanked her for the pictures she had sent him, commented about her hard sexy little body, and he asked her who photographed her ( Good question...it wasn't me). He added he had bought her some nice things at Victoria's Secret when they were in Seattle, and he hoped he would get a chance to see her model the stuff for him...he joked about her wearing cheap K-Mart undies, and how she'd be better off going commando. He said he would be back in San Diego on June 6th, and he looked forward to seeing her at the club.
I checked Brenda's first entry in the log, which was dated June 2nd. It read, "Dear Diary, I got a letter from Rene today. He liked my pictures, and said he'd come to see me when Cowpens got to San Diego. I think about him often. If he still wants to sleep with me, I'm gonna do it. My first time with a black guy...Rosie thinks I should too. I regret not giving in to him when he was hitting on me the last time I saw him, but he came on way too strong, and that scared me. When I have sex with John I imagine it's Rene making love to me, and when I touch myself, it's his hands I feel on my body. Sometimes at work, I think I see him sitting there, but it's not. I think about what his cock might be like to touch, to suck, and to have inside of me. I know he's big, is he circumcised? Oh, I want you so bad. I want your cock Rene."
I tried to remember back to that time. I had just gotten promoted to lieutenant, and I recalled the night we went out to celebrate, she seemed very detached. There was nothing wrong with our sex life though. She seemed to want it constantly, and it was extremely intense. A lot of things were starting to make sense.
The next entry was dated June 7th: Dear Diary, This was a great night, one of the best ever, and I want to write it all down, so I remember every detail. Rene came to the CPO Club tonight with a bunch of his friends from the ship. I was so happy to see him - gave him a big wet kiss when he came in, and my boss saw me. She gave me a dirty look, so I told him we had to be cool in the club. That didn't stop him though, and when he thought they could get away with it, his hand would be up my dress. At about 9:00, he left and told his friends to tell me he'd be right back. He returned an hour later and showed me a room key to the Navy Lodge, room 112, which was near the club. He said he wanted to take me to bed, and I should meet him there when I got off. I told him to go there now, and I would arrange to leave work early.
I went to my boss and told her I was getting a bad sinus headache. I asked if I could go home early. She gave me a suspicious look, because she had been watching me all night when I was around him, but she said, "Okay."
I drove my car to the lodge and found room 112. Rene was waiting for me and let me in. We kind of stood there looking at each other, and he said, "So, our first time...how should we get started?"