Twas a dark and stormy night. A young girl was heard to scream. She said take back your necklace cause my neck is turning green. Sorry that's part of a stupid song I learned when I was a kid. Let's start over.
It was a cold and rainy October night in 2005. My name is Woodrow, "Woodie" J. Grant. I had been honorably discharged from the Marines in August and had returned to my interrupted college education in Madison. I had enlisted in the Corps blowing off my Junior year to kill that mother fucker ben Laden. I found a second home with the Marines and made Sergeant after three years. I must have been good at the various jobs I was assigned during my enlistment because I was deployed to the asshole killing zone three times. Now with the GI Bill and a second shift job, I was finishing my degree. My first two years of college I had been a lackluster to piss poor student. The Marines taught me many things, the most important of which was how to focus my attention on specific goals and diligently work to achieve them. During my second stint in college I did exactly that.
The Marines wanted to keep me and offered some nice incentives to stay. However, I had been wounded three times and had promised my Dad that I would come back and finish college after my enlistment. So now I was a full time student first shift, an hourly lathe operator second and an all night Dinner patron third shift. Coming out of work at 11:00 each week night, I was too keyed up to go right to bed and so I got into the habit of stopping in for my main meal at Ruth's Dinner near my apartment. The food wasn't bad, the prices were OK and the waitresses were mostly nice to look at. The place was never busy after 11 and so they didn't care if I spent an hour or so studying after my meal.
I guess it would have been cheaper to eat in my efficiency apartment but I enjoyed the casual conversation with the other patrons and especially the wait staff. The core of the day shift were the stereotypical overweight middle aged single moms with names like Flo or Alice and they called all the customers "Hon." The second shift staff were mostly girls my age who were working a job to get through school. By the third shift the part timers dominated and one named Jayne I found to be especially compelling. She was a small little thing barely five feet tall but was nicely arranged and had a very pleasant personality. Anyway, I wasn't on the make because I was up to my ass with my job and studying but I was still a guy and she was appealing. She was fun to talk to even though it was usually not more than a couple sentences beyond "what's good tonight" or "I think I'll just have a burger and fries."
So, fast forward to that rainy October night. There were maybe five customers in the place, Jayne was the only waitress and Burt the fry cook. I was sitting in the booth just inside the front door and Jayne was handing Burt an order at the counter when the entry chime sounded. That was followed almost immediately by the sound of a handgun discharging, plaster falling from the ceiling and a high pitched excited voice yelling.
"THIS IS A ROBBERY. PUT ALL THE CASH IN A TO GO BAG OR I WILL SHOOT THE FUCKING WAITRESS."
My immediate reaction at the sound of the shot was to identify where the shooter was. That was almost instantaneous because he was just ahead of me and to my right facing the grill. From the sound of the discharge I knew that the firearm he was waving around was a 9mm pistol like I had frequently carried on patrol. It was generally pointed at the ceiling and for some reason his trigger finger was now outside of the trigger guard. Taking advantage of that stupidity, I launched myself at the offending gun hand. My 180 pounds took the stupid fucker down hard with me on top of him. In the process I disarmed him and incidentally broke his wrist and dislocated his shoulder in the fall to the floor. His girlish screams were annoying and so I admonished him to be silent.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE "
That was enough turn his shrieks into moans. I then turned to the waitress and said.
"Jayne, call 911 and tell them what has happened. OK Sweetheart?"
Both she and Burt were in shock and speechless so I had to repeat,
" Jayne Honey, Call 911"
She then snapped alert and pulled her cell out of her uniform pocket and made the call.
The bad guy was still crying and moaning so I gave him a little nudge in the balls with my steel toed workboot.
"Shut the fuck up asshole or break your other wrist and kick your balls up to your tonsils."
That shut him up and now we could hear the sirens as the cops approached.
You know the drill. Everyone gets interviewed. Evidence gets bagged. The bad guy gets carted away. I was told I did a stupidly dangerous thing etc etc etc. I also turned out that a reporter for the Daily Cardinal was in the dinner that night and witnessed the whole thing. Therefore after the cops left I did a short interview for the newspaper.
An hour or more passed and Burt made me a new burger and fries on the house and Jayne sat with me as I ate it saying over and over how grateful she was that I had saved her life.
"I was saving all our lives Sweetheart. That guy was so spacey he could have killed us all."
"But you saved mine and you called me Sweetheart. You instinctively used a term of endearment for me and I don't even know your name."
We exchanged pertinent data and made a date for my only off night, Saturday. That was how I met my the woman who later became my wife. After the attempted robbery the owner came in the next night I was at the dinner and tried to give me a cash reward. I turned it down because as I told him, all I was doing was the right thing and it had gotten me a date with the beautiful Jayne. He then insisted on a months free meals and that I did accept.
The local campus paper made a big deal about the foiled robbery and that got me a civic award and a cash reward of $5,000 which was a big help with college expenses. With my picture in the paper I got a lot of local recognition. Most of it was good but there were the usual UW liberal wackos who told me how terrible I was for injuring that poor challenged soul.
Life went on and Jayne got over the blatant hero worship but she never did get over the gratitude she felt for what she perceived as the saving of her life. That probably moved our relationship along faster than it might of without that traumatic night. I certainly didn't fight it because my dating life was a disaster. Three deployments, a full time job and a 20 credit class load doesn't leave a lot of time for dating. Jayne had similar problems because she was also funding most of her own education. Therefore, she was taking as many shifts as she could and still sleep, study and go to class.
Nevertheless we did manage to coordinate our schedules so that we could have at least one traditional date night a week. We also got a lot of mileage out of little short one hour long liaisons in which two industrious, healthy, young adults could and did get to know each other very very well. Within two months we were sharing my efficiency apartment and by Spring were talking eventual marriage and kids. To say we were completely taken with each other and madly in love would be an understatement. Marriage would wait until after graduation but sex certainly couldn't. We didn't immediately jump into bed but it wasn't more than a few weeks and we were making love. At first she was a little shy and modest with me but when she understood from my words and actions that I found her naked charms incredibly sexy and beautiful, she relaxed and was able more and more to proudly show off her body.
Frequently she would comb out her long auburn hair giving me a show in front of our full length mirror. She loved to do it naked and the motions moved her firm little B cups in mesmerizing patterns. Her small dark brown nipples stood out 3/4 of an inch and today I tried my best to catch them as I came up from behind her. She moved her hair slightly to the side so I could nuzzle her neck while I captured her nipples in my hands. Our eyes met in the mirror and I knew she could feel my cock getting firm between the perfect half moons of her callipygian butt. I had learned that term on a short liberty in Greece. Several buddies and myself had toured a museum in which statues of Aphrodite looking back over her shoulder at her naked butt were proudly featured. In my minds eye Jayne's butt was even better than the Greek ideal and it was mine. However, it turned out that it wasn't going to be right now as she squirmed out of my grasp saying.
"Oh no mister. I have classes in 30 minutes so you will have to hold that thought until later. However, if you can skip lunch I can meet you back here at 12:10 for 45 minutes of afternoon delight."
While she was giving me the news she was pulling on her jeans and a T shirt. She gave me a cute little smile when I noted that she had forgotten her panties and bra. As she was putting on her shoes I saw that her nipples were clearly visible through the thin T. She just coyly stuck her tongue out and grabbing her book bag, ran out the door. As I wistfully watched her hurry down the street to the campus, my hard on slowly relaxed and I pulled on some clothes and walked over to the desk I had made out of a door and milk crates. This was my once a week morning off to study before a 1:00 to 2:30 class and then my job.
I started working through some problems for a calc class but my mind kept going back to Jayne. I loved the crap out of her and found her to be the most desirable woman I had ever known. I knew little about her past except for the few facts she had shared in late night conversations. She was from the Minneapolis area and her parents had separated as she was heading off to school. I was later to find out that her father had given her sister and her each ten thousand in cash with the admonition not to tell her "whore" mother. He had kissed them goodby and disappeared from their lives forever. The sister had left town for parts unknown and Jayne took off for UW in Madison and took advantage of the state reciprocity agreement. When the 10k ran out she became self supporting. Hence her employment as a waitress at the dinner.
She was four years younger than me but because of my military service, we had accumulated roughly the same number of credit hours.
I know you're dying to know but my family situation wasn't a whole lot better. My parents divorced when I was a teenager after years of acrimonious fighting. Mom was cheating and she married her lover. My sister who was 14 at the time went to live with them, was abused by the new husband and ran away. She has never been located. I went to live with my Dad and with all his traveling, pretty much raised myself. He had girl friends but never remarried. Both parents send me a card at Christmas and my birthday. Dad and I touch base occasionally to compare notes on finances and generally inquire about each other's health but that's about it.
You get the picture. Neither of us has a decent family support system and are in essence out on our own. Something was driving both of us to make something of ourselves and I think that was a great deal of the reason we were so drawn to each other. The fact that we found each other to be the sexiest person we had ever encountered was the bonus.
I finally finished my calc assignments and read over the course materials for Systems Engineering. I then worked on the code for a program I was writing to make the Receiving system at my job function more efficiently. At 12:05 I got a text to be ready for action in five minutes. I got up, had a quick wiz and was ready for Jayne when the door flew open at 12:09. She did the five second strip and by 12:10 I was buried up to my balls in the most delectable pussy on the planet. Our first orgasms were seven minutes later followed by this conversation.
"Hello beautiful."
"Hello handsome. Come here often?"
"I cum here as often as I can. I try to to make it at least once a day but sometimes my mistress makes me cum someplace else."
