I had dozed off again. When I finally got up and out of bed it was nearly 11:00. I hit the bathroom, pissed a river and enjoyed a hot shower. I was trying to focus on what I needed to get done before reporting to the office the next day but the images of the early morning kept running through my mind. My cock was at ninety degrees. I squeezed body wash into my palm, set the bottle on the shelf and commenced lathering my dick. My hand glided back and forth in a steady rhythm. I kept visualizing my penis going in and out of Patty's mouth while I held her soft auburn hair from getting in the way. Within minutes, I felt my ass cheeks tighten as a load of semen spilled into the water around my feet.
I dried myself, shaved, brushed my teeth, and dressed. My first task was starting my car. I was sure my asshole step-father had used it while I was gone as an entitlement of sorts. I had filled the gas tank before I shipped out. I wondered how much was left. When I opened the door and sat behind the wheel my suspicions were confirmed. The seat was out of adjustment and there were candy wrappers on the floor. I turned the key and after a few cranks it started. To my surprise the gas gauge read half a tank.
I drove to the mall. I decided to buy myself a cell phone. While looking at the various models and plan options it occurred to me that Patty had no phone number for me. How could she call? "Shit", I said out loud.
"Excuse me?" I looked up and saw the salesman looking at me with a strange look.
"I'm sorry sir. I just remembered something". I lied. Oh well. I signed the agreement and left with my new phone. I drove to the grocery store where I worked through school. When I walked in several of my old co-workers saw me and made a little scene. I must admit it felt good.
"In my office boy! And I mean now!" I laughed at the man grinning at me with his hands on his hips. It was my old boss, Mr. Winton. We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. He was a big supporter of me joining the military. He was a Veteran, himself. Plus, he couldn't stand my step-father. Needless to say we got along very well. I told him I was home on Recruiting Duty and stopped in to say hello and get some groceries. "Listen, I'll stop by the house later and bring you all the grub you'll need and an extra bonus from the beer cooler. I know you don't have much money so how about doing deliveries for me on the weekends when you're not at the office." Before I could say anything he grabbed my hand and with a tear in his eye said, "I'm proudda you Boy! Now get outta here."
"Thanks, Mr. Winton. I really appreciate it," was all I could muster. True to his word he came to the house that evening with several boxes of groceries and two cases of beer. We killed a six pack talking about boot camp, my parents, and the store. He caught me up on some of the local gossip and made sure to tell me what girls at the store were single. After he left I put the rest of the stuff be brought me in various cupboards and hit the sack.
My first week in the office was uneventful until Friday. We went to the community college to work an information booth. I guess it's true when they say that ladies like guys in uniform. Several hot, young ladies kept visiting our booth between classes. One of them stopped back just as we were packing up. Her name was Lisa. She was a petit brunette with short hair parted in the center. She handed me a slip of paper. "Call me later; after 6:00. I'd like to learn more about the Service," she said with a smile. Before I could say anything she turned and walked away.
By the time I got home it was almost 6:30. I took off my uniform and hung it in my closet. I grabbed a beer and gulped it down. I stared at the slip of paper. "What the hell," I thought. I dialed and on the second ring a sweet voice answered, "Hello."
"Is this Lisa?" I was trying to sound formal.
