Jim was just pulling the meat loaf he had prepared out of the oven when the phone rang.
It was one of his nights to prepare the evening meal, his wife Sandy worked at the local medical clinic so in fairness Jim did his share of the household chores.
He was a darn good cook, too, having spent four long years in the Navy doing exactly that.
Someone in the Navy discovered quickly that Jim had worked for several years in a restaurant before being drafted.
The draft notice had said he was to be in the Army.
Two years in the Army didn't sound like it would be much of a benefit, he figured correctly that they would hand him a rifle and send him out to lay in the mud somewhere.
Jim had a pretty good idea of where, too. He had read the news about some place called Vietnam. He didn't know for sure where that was or even what it was all about but he did know he wanted nothing to do with any of it.
Jim enlisted in the Navy that same afternoon.
He knew a couple of guys that had headed off for Canada when they got their notice, and it even crossed his mind.
But Jim knew no one at all in Canada.
There was one scary brief moment when a crabby older woman at the recruiting office told him he couldn't enlist in the Navy since he was already in the Army, but a man there told her that four years as a volunteer beat two years drafted, that was all there was to it.
Besides, since he had not been sworn in he actually wasn't even in the military yet.
So instead of going off to a war which nearly always seemed to be going on somewhere, his duties were to feed the troops, and he really didn't mind that one bit.
The Navy was where he met Sandy. She was a nurse and one day after a bit of carelessness he found himself sitting there with her sewing up a rather large cut on his hand.
Barely five feet tall, medium length light colored hair, when she looked at him with her huge brown eyes it was like he could nearly fall right inside of them.
By the time she had finished, with her demonstrating all the signs of female interest, Jim was thinking he really liked this girl. For some reason, out of all of the women he had ever met the vision of Sandy stuck in his head and just would not fade away like it did with others he had met.
When he showed up at the clinic a few days later to have her check on his wound, he asked her out and that started it all.
That by itself was far easier than he expected, although he had planned on it carefully by going though several dozen opening lines.
Nothing came out the way he wanted it to. His mouth came open but his brain did not engage the instant he saw her again.
"I was thinking..you know...I mean...I was wondering...I was hoping maybe you might like to..uhh.. have dinner..uhh..you know, with me?" He finally barely managed to squeak that out as she was looking at his rapidly healing wound.
At that, his face turned bright pink, all of the well practiced slick comments he planned had vanished from his mind.
"God, you are so cute! Sure, I would love to!" She answered with a big smile.
Suddenly the large slash he had on his hand was worth it.
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Sandy was wearing a pretty but simple dress with a light jacket when Jim picked her up, she looked spectacular.
At dinner, the conversation was very easy. He didn't have time to get nervous, Sandy just never let him. Later they danced, he held her carefully with his right hand not quite touching her waist.
His nostrils filled with the smell of her, her face had a constant happy smile. Jim wanted to kiss her and very nearly did a couple of times.
Then unsure of what to do when he took her home he hesitated, so she simply stood on tiptoe and kissed him, right on the lips. That lasted perhaps one second.
"I had a good time tonight, thank you. It's not often I meet a nice guy..and one that says he can cook." Sandy teased.
"Maybe you will let me cook a meal for you then?" He asked her.
"I would love that!" She replied, then she went inside.
Jim thought about the way her lips felt as he lay in bed that evening, he was already falling in love. The entire time she had been relaxed, so comfortable that it rubbed off on him and he forgot all about making a good first impression and just became himself.
Dating was an every evening event for the next couple of weeks, in the military that is more normal than not. Often free time is in short supply. The kisses when he dropped her off became longer, much more intense.
But living on base has rules, limitations. The first few dates all ended with him standing there suddenly alone, feeling like something had been torn from him.
Not too long after, he was going to be shipped out and Sandy invited him rather bluntly to bed.
That was another surprise, they had only kissed quite a little bit up to that point.
He had headed for her barracks, just taking her home like normal, hoping the kissing might progress to a little bit of petting.
"I was thinking that we might go to a motel tonight. It's time...would you like to?...pretty please?" She smiled, confidently. Sandy was sitting snugly up against him, and reached out with one hand and placed it gently on his thigh.
It only took a moment for Jim to realize what she was saying.
"Really?" He turned to her.
"Yes. I want to, you will be gone tomorrow and who knows what will happen?" Sandy said.
Jim was no virgin and neither was Sandy. But that didn't matter, they were now a couple in his mind after that first time.
Jim's few successful seductions had all been similar, starting with kissing and petting through their clothing. Then the hands slid under the cloth, ending with the lovemaking, typically in a darkened bedroom.
Sandy was nothing like that at all.
When she turned to him the moment the motel room door closed, slipping her blouse off of her shoulders and quickly tripping the white bra with a shy smile, he found himself presented with a pair of breasts that could not be more perfect.
There was not even the slightest sign of shyness.
Jim stood there nearly in awe, as she basked in his gaze. The way she did that was awesome, so erotic that he could not even think. Sandy took the two steps towards him, both hands tugging his shirt up from his waistband, her hands drifting up to stroke his bare sides.
Her nipples were different in that they were puffy, pale round bubbles capping the rest of her flesh. He reached up to touch them, the very tips were extremely tiny. They were also sensitive, her eyelids fluttered and her mouth came open at his initial hesitant touch.
Laying her back on the bed, Jim started to undo his slacks but she pushed his hands away, saying "Let me." She rolled off of the bed onto her knees, reached up and undid his belt, then the catch on his slacks.
As she drew them downwards from his slim hips, her eyes widened at the sight of him.
While not huge, Jim was solid as steel. Sandy spent quite some time playing, stroking, even rubbing her cheeks against him. Then she leaned back a little bit, inspecting his erection carefully like she was memorizing the look of it. She even bent it downwards with two fingers, releasing it. It swung upwards against his belly with a "pop!" sound, so she repeated that several times, giggling. Next she licked him, one palm cradling his testicles while the other held his shaft, just like it was a lollipop.
It was a happy and playful nuzzling, she seemed to enjoy the inspection and spent so much time at it that Jim was struggling to keep from just blasting off into the air. When she slid her body upwards and pressed against his chest, using her hands to push her medium sized breasts together over his loins, Jim had to tense with all of his might to stop his ejaculation.
"OK. My turn." She stood up barely in time and slid her slacks and panties down over her hips, stepped out of them. Unlike the lighter hair on her head, her pubes were covered by a soft darker curly mat.
Hopping onto the bed nude, she straddled his waist and slid herself slowly up his body, rising up on her knees and hovering over his face expectantly. It was like she wanted him to see her, she was displaying her sex to him. That moment was so erotic Jim again nearly climaxed at the sight.
Her lower lips were swollen and damp looking, visible through the sparse dark down of her untrimmed crotch, flushed with blood. Sandy had her knees into Jim's arm pits, then she pressed her lower body forward even more as his hands came around to grasp her round behind.
This raised her further body upwards, he could see clearly between her legs. A droplet of moisture formed, Jim brought up one hand to touch it, then spread it gently over her now bulging outer lips.
With two fingers he spread her open, exposing the tiny little bump of her clitoris. Sandy jerked as he slid one finger over it, then back down the length of her opening.
Sandy's body trembled at his touch, so he slipped one index finger inside to the second knuckle. Again her body jerked, her eyelids fluttered.
He suddenly had an overpowering urge to taste her.
She allowed herself to be drawn forward easily, lifting each leg up and over his shoulders until her lower body was over his face.
The front of her ankles pressed down against his shoulders, Jim could swing his arms enough to reach the back of her thighs, and he let his fingertips trickle down the flesh. Shuddering at his sensuous touch, she lowered her body slowly to hover just over Jim's face.
