This is a true story. I have only changed the names for anonymity.
When I was released in 1970 from Oak Knoll Hospital in Oakland, California, I was a bitter young Marine. I had just spent 30 months of my life fighting in the Vietnam Conflict. I was offered re-enlistment, but packed up my bags and headed to an unknown future.
I found that many people did not like my participation in this War and that lead to many fights, most I won, but never without seeing the inside of a jail cell.
One night, I was in a popular night-club and a H.S. friend came over and told me that she had someone she wanted me to meet. I sauntered over, half shit-faced, and ran into this beautiful blonde. Introductions were made and before the night was over, we found ourselves in my car going hot and heavy.
Somehow we managed to get our clothes completely off and although she would not fuck me, she did give me a great BJ while I fingered her cunt. She didn't let me finish in her mouth but jacked me until I cam on her and me. We cleaned up, did some small talk and we said our good-byes, both knowing a relationship had begun.
My name is Rob and my future wife is Deb. I called Deb the next afternoon and we made plans to get together that night.
"Well, last night was quite interesting, I said. I think it might be a good idea if we knew a little about each other besides our first names.'
Deb laughed and blushed a little and said, "I hope you don't judge me by our first meeting. I am not that way. I just thought you were so nice, very cute, good looking, and I had to much to drink."
I told her, "actually, I am that way. I just spent four years in the Marine Corps and I am trying to catch up to life."
"Wow. I am not going to asks the obvious question, but did you get hurt?"
"Yeah, three Purple Hearts, a few bumps and bruises, but I am OK. Let's talk about you."
"I graduated two years ago, have a great job, and try to have some fun."
"Wait a minute. You are only 20? You have to be 21 to go to the nightclub."
"Actually, I am 19. I don't turn 20 for three more months."
"Whoa, I guess I am robbing the cradle."
"Did it seem like you were robbing the cradle last night?"
"No, you have a great body. Your tits are high and tight and I love that you are a natural blonde."
She giggled, blushed, and said, "You don't mess around, do you?"
"Deb, I don't have time. I feel like I just dodged so many bullets in my life and I am on the fast track."
We sat and talked for a few more hours, getting to know each other and I grabbed her hand and led her to my car. I drove to the local Holiday Inn, told her to wait in the car, and got a room. She was hesitant when I came out and said, "Rob, please. I am not the type of girl you really think I am. Last night was something that happened. I don't want you to think I'm a slut."