NavyWidow

Okay so I know this is about my military life… but I figured if I tell you our story from the begining, then we would understand why we are even a military couple in the first place.

The week after that last sunday, I came home.  My friend was working that night, and I had absolutely nothing to do on that friday night.  as I walked towards my apartment, He came out of the studio. “Hey!” I said

“Sup?”  He asked as he walked my way out towards the pool.

“Nothing much, Just trying to figure out what to do tonight.”

“sup with your girl?”

“She’s working.”  I said turning to my door.

“I got a rack of chicken in the fridge, have you eaten?” He asked turning around

“No,”  I answered dropping my book bag into the apartment and  closing my door again.  I followed him into the studio.  I saw his futon that was exactly like mine and smiled.

‘It was agood deal i had to get it” he said as he handed me the phone book.

We were both new to the city so I looked through for some clubs.  I picked a swingers bar.  I had always wondered about those so I suggested it.  We got lost on the way but we found it after an hour.  we weren’t dressed appropriately so we were sent back home.

that did not deterr us how ever because we only really lived ten minutes away LOL we just went home got dressed and returned to the club. it was interesting to say the least there was porn all over playing.  and a dance floor.  and fuck rooms…  I know I wrote that word but it isn’t like there is a better word for it.

My hormones got the better of me.  and I tried to see if I could get some.  Not that I thought I was hot or anything like that.  I just wanted some and i offered it.  He could either take it or not.  he took it.

At first we started in the car.  I had told him in the club I had never done it.  so when we were in the car and he kissed me It tripped me out because it was so hard.  It was rough.  I was used to the soft lips of my girl and his were not.  They were however more urgent.  I went with it, but I was scared.

Someone knocked on the window of the car, and I thanked god that they did.  I was freaking out and having second thoughts, but I still wanted to experience what it was like to be with someone.

We went to my appartment and he began playing music and I suppose that he had done something in his bathroom because when he came back to me,  he lasted a long time.  so long that I fell asleep. I didn’t make a sound but it went on and on.

To this day i think I have a disorder I have to get myself checked out.  My husband is not a small man.

Any way in the morning when he went to his apartment to shower,  I called my girlfriend. “Hey!”

“what are you doing?”

I stopped for a moment and I wasn’t sure that I should say anything.  but then I thought… she doesn’t care, she wants someone else.  We are not even together. “I just woke up”

“it’s noon.”

“Late night, I lost my boy virginity last night.”  I swear if it wasn’t daylight I would have heard crickets.  The phone went dead on me. “Hello?”

“With who?”

“My neighbor, you remember the one that helped me build my futon?”  Silence

after almost thirty seconds she said, “how was it?”

“How should I know I have never done it before.”  Silence. (do you think I hurt her feelings?)

“Okay…” she sighed then proceded me to invite me to a sports bar later that night.  Did I mention I had become fast friends with the woman whom she had left because of me… yeah… I look back at it and I guess it was mean… Unintentional, but mean.