Hawaii Lay, Part II (of 3)
Steve grew up an army brat. His father was stationed in Thailand after the Vietnam war as part of the United States attempt to monitor that region of the world after the end of hostilities. Although, Steve home-schooled for the first several years of his academic life, he was eventually enrolled in public school with the rest of the Thai children. While he was a very good student when he was tutored at home, his enrollment in public school at the age of 12 marked the end of any great scholastic achievement he might have ever attained.
This was all for one simple fact: he absolutely, positively, unquestioningly loved the opposite sex. As a younger boy, when other boys his age would not yet have been interested in girls, Steve would look out his bedroom window at the girls passing by on their way home from school. In his innocent way, he always thought they looked pretty. But once he was allowed to go to school with the rest of the children, he found that he really enjoyed just being around girls. He loved their attractive faces, the way they dressed , the way they talked, the way they smelled, the way they smiled at him. He just loved everything about them; he had to spend time with them.
As he grew to adulthood, his innocent pre-pubescent thoughts of admiration turned to more lustful ones. He was aware of how their once straight and comparatively boyish forms were filling out quite nicely. He was particularly fond of the female derriere. There was just something about the pert, little bottom of Asian women that he couldn’t resist. He longed to look up their school skirts and smell their virgin pussies. When he was 16, he even went as far as paying a Thai prostitute for the privilege of grabbing, feeling, and licking her ass while she gave him his first blowjob. Women were his life, there was simply no time for anything else, including schoolwork.
At about the time when Steve completed high school (he‘d barely scraped by and had repeated a year), his father was decommissioned from the army and his family returned to the States. His parents divorced soon after that. To please his father, whom he greatly admired, he applied to several colleges. He knew, however, his grades and academic records would make it difficult for any institution to accept him. After several of his applications were turned down, as he’d expected, he just gave up. Steve told his parents that he too was joining the army.
He continued to date but never had a steady girlfriend. Given the state of his parents’ dissolved union, he was not prepared to enter any long-lasting relationship whatsoever. Besides, the world was full of beautiful women who loved him just as much as he loved them.
Though Uncle Sam never did deploy him to the Orient as he would have hoped, Steve did have the semi-good fortune to be sent to Schofield Barracks on Oahu. Hawaii had a thriving Asian culture and population.
However, Steve did not tell Lucy all of this. Just the part about his family-life, his upbringing, his parents. He neglected to mention his fascination with women, or his sub-standard academic history. To hear him tell it, he joined the army just to emulate his father.
Following her meticulous directions, he pulled up outside of a one-story, single-wall, wood-framed house. A flash of thigh, and Lucy had opened the offside passenger door and climbed out; before he had a chance to get out and open it for her. She stood there at curbside and looked at him with a polite expression on her face.
“May I call you sometime?” he asked
Even though he had done more than his share of talking during the ride home, Lucy had liked the sound of his voice. It was cultured and neat. Moreover, she could use a man’s opinion and conversation every now and then. Though, she and Efrin were still on speaking terms, they didn’t talk much.
She pretended to think for a while. “On one condition. Tell me how you and Leo happened to ‘coincidentally’ bump into each other today.”
Steve chuckled softly. “Was it that obvious?”
“No, but she was.”
He, holding up both hands, feigning innocence, “It was all her idea, honest. I had nothing to do with it. How could I even know she had an eligible friend?”
Lucy, in mock surprise, “You would sell her out just to get my number? Is it that important to you?”
Now it was his turn to pretend to mull things over. “Ummm…yes, I guess I would.”
She gladly gave him her number.
Though Lucy was not entirely ready to jump back into the dating scene, she had thought about him since their first meeting. She wondered about all the places he’d been. She wondered about all the women he’d slept with. He probably had women left and right chasing him. But most of all she wondered about how it would feel to have his strong hands (or any man’s, for that matter) on her, or how it would feel to have him laying on top of her, kissing her face with his full lips.
It was during these times of fantasizing that she would sit on her plush, bedroom carpet facing her full-length mirror. She would spread her legs wide and massage her yearning clit right through her jeans or whatever pants she happened to have on at the time. She’d throw her head back and really get into it. Lucy would go at it until she was nice and wet. However, she always stopped short of making herself cum. Part of her didn’t know exactly how to get herself to that point (she’d only had a handful of orgasms in her experience, all quite by accident), while another part of her wanted to save that special moment for the real thing.
Since that initial meeting, he’d invited her out on several occasions.
“Lucy, I really enjoyed talking and sharing with you, and would like to see you again. Would you like to attend a wedding with me? A week from Saturday? It’s for one of my army buddies who’s finally getting married. I guess I‘m asking you to be my date.” He waited hopefully.
“Oh Steve, I’m so sorry, I can’t,” Lucy said. “I have a rotary club meeting that afternoon.” Which she didn’t.
“I see,” Steve replied. She sounded apologetic enough, but her response was too glib. Momentary pause, then “Well, another time maybe?” he said, forcing himself to sound upbeat.
“Sure…and thank you for the invite, really,” she said, trying to let him down gently.
That was two-and-a-half months ago. For a while, Steve thought that that “other time” was never going to happen. There was always a convenient yet plausible excuse. She was going to Honolulu International Airport to pick up her mother. (That was a lie, her mother hated to fly.) She and her separated husband were having dinner with old friends and wanted to put on a good appearance (another lie). Leonora invited her to tag along to a baby shower for one of her hospital co-workers. (Semi-true: that event actually happened but it wasn’t at the time of their projected rendezvous.)
Then one day, Lucy said yes. He had called her as he always did on Friday evening to find out how her week went. It was nearing the end of the conversation. He was about to wish her a pleasant night and hang up, when he threw out an invitation to her out of sheer habit.
“Hey Lucy, you wouldn’t happen to be doing anything tomorrow evening? We could catch the air show at Dillingham Airfield.”
“Okay,” she said.
Steve nearly fell out of the chair he was sitting on. He wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said, yes, that would be lovely,” Lucy repeated, politely enough. Inwardly, she was laughing to herself. The boy must be in shock, she thought.
“Yeah, right, good enough…I mean, I’ll pick you up at - let’s see - 4? How does 4 sound? Pm, I mean.” Steve had momentarily been thrown for a loop. Later, when he’d hung up he got the distinct feeling she had been mocking him.
The air show was a blast, literally and figuratively. Once again, he could sense the chemistry and attraction between them: the same chemistry and attraction he’d felt at their first meeting, the only other time they’d talked face to face. Steve again couldn’t help staring at her smooth, golden-brown, legs protruding from the bottom of her short skirt. He imagined himself between them, with the inside of each thigh pressed closely against one side of his head. He also imagined a face-full of her muff.
Now here he was, two hours later, right where he had hoped he’d be...
This was all for one simple fact: he absolutely, positively, unquestioningly loved the opposite sex. As a younger boy, when other boys his age would not yet have been interested in girls, Steve would look out his bedroom window at the girls passing by on their way home from school. In his innocent way, he always thought they looked pretty. But once he was allowed to go to school with the rest of the children, he found that he really enjoyed just being around girls. He loved their attractive faces, the way they dressed , the way they talked, the way they smelled, the way they smiled at him. He just loved everything about them; he had to spend time with them.
As he grew to adulthood, his innocent pre-pubescent thoughts of admiration turned to more lustful ones. He was aware of how their once straight and comparatively boyish forms were filling out quite nicely. He was particularly fond of the female derriere. There was just something about the pert, little bottom of Asian women that he couldn’t resist. He longed to look up their school skirts and smell their virgin pussies. When he was 16, he even went as far as paying a Thai prostitute for the privilege of grabbing, feeling, and licking her ass while she gave him his first blowjob. Women were his life, there was simply no time for anything else, including schoolwork.
At about the time when Steve completed high school (he‘d barely scraped by and had repeated a year), his father was decommissioned from the army and his family returned to the States. His parents divorced soon after that. To please his father, whom he greatly admired, he applied to several colleges. He knew, however, his grades and academic records would make it difficult for any institution to accept him. After several of his applications were turned down, as he’d expected, he just gave up. Steve told his parents that he too was joining the army.
He continued to date but never had a steady girlfriend. Given the state of his parents’ dissolved union, he was not prepared to enter any long-lasting relationship whatsoever. Besides, the world was full of beautiful women who loved him just as much as he loved them.
Though Uncle Sam never did deploy him to the Orient as he would have hoped, Steve did have the semi-good fortune to be sent to Schofield Barracks on Oahu. Hawaii had a thriving Asian culture and population.
However, Steve did not tell Lucy all of this. Just the part about his family-life, his upbringing, his parents. He neglected to mention his fascination with women, or his sub-standard academic history. To hear him tell it, he joined the army just to emulate his father.
Following her meticulous directions, he pulled up outside of a one-story, single-wall, wood-framed house. A flash of thigh, and Lucy had opened the offside passenger door and climbed out; before he had a chance to get out and open it for her. She stood there at curbside and looked at him with a polite expression on her face.
“May I call you sometime?” he asked
Even though he had done more than his share of talking during the ride home, Lucy had liked the sound of his voice. It was cultured and neat. Moreover, she could use a man’s opinion and conversation every now and then. Though, she and Efrin were still on speaking terms, they didn’t talk much.
She pretended to think for a while. “On one condition. Tell me how you and Leo happened to ‘coincidentally’ bump into each other today.”
Steve chuckled softly. “Was it that obvious?”
“No, but she was.”
He, holding up both hands, feigning innocence, “It was all her idea, honest. I had nothing to do with it. How could I even know she had an eligible friend?”
Lucy, in mock surprise, “You would sell her out just to get my number? Is it that important to you?”
Now it was his turn to pretend to mull things over. “Ummm…yes, I guess I would.”
She gladly gave him her number.
Though Lucy was not entirely ready to jump back into the dating scene, she had thought about him since their first meeting. She wondered about all the places he’d been. She wondered about all the women he’d slept with. He probably had women left and right chasing him. But most of all she wondered about how it would feel to have his strong hands (or any man’s, for that matter) on her, or how it would feel to have him laying on top of her, kissing her face with his full lips.
It was during these times of fantasizing that she would sit on her plush, bedroom carpet facing her full-length mirror. She would spread her legs wide and massage her yearning clit right through her jeans or whatever pants she happened to have on at the time. She’d throw her head back and really get into it. Lucy would go at it until she was nice and wet. However, she always stopped short of making herself cum. Part of her didn’t know exactly how to get herself to that point (she’d only had a handful of orgasms in her experience, all quite by accident), while another part of her wanted to save that special moment for the real thing.
Since that initial meeting, he’d invited her out on several occasions.
“Lucy, I really enjoyed talking and sharing with you, and would like to see you again. Would you like to attend a wedding with me? A week from Saturday? It’s for one of my army buddies who’s finally getting married. I guess I‘m asking you to be my date.” He waited hopefully.
“Oh Steve, I’m so sorry, I can’t,” Lucy said. “I have a rotary club meeting that afternoon.” Which she didn’t.
“I see,” Steve replied. She sounded apologetic enough, but her response was too glib. Momentary pause, then “Well, another time maybe?” he said, forcing himself to sound upbeat.
“Sure…and thank you for the invite, really,” she said, trying to let him down gently.
That was two-and-a-half months ago. For a while, Steve thought that that “other time” was never going to happen. There was always a convenient yet plausible excuse. She was going to Honolulu International Airport to pick up her mother. (That was a lie, her mother hated to fly.) She and her separated husband were having dinner with old friends and wanted to put on a good appearance (another lie). Leonora invited her to tag along to a baby shower for one of her hospital co-workers. (Semi-true: that event actually happened but it wasn’t at the time of their projected rendezvous.)
Then one day, Lucy said yes. He had called her as he always did on Friday evening to find out how her week went. It was nearing the end of the conversation. He was about to wish her a pleasant night and hang up, when he threw out an invitation to her out of sheer habit.
“Hey Lucy, you wouldn’t happen to be doing anything tomorrow evening? We could catch the air show at Dillingham Airfield.”
“Okay,” she said.
Steve nearly fell out of the chair he was sitting on. He wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said, yes, that would be lovely,” Lucy repeated, politely enough. Inwardly, she was laughing to herself. The boy must be in shock, she thought.
“Yeah, right, good enough…I mean, I’ll pick you up at - let’s see - 4? How does 4 sound? Pm, I mean.” Steve had momentarily been thrown for a loop. Later, when he’d hung up he got the distinct feeling she had been mocking him.
The air show was a blast, literally and figuratively. Once again, he could sense the chemistry and attraction between them: the same chemistry and attraction he’d felt at their first meeting, the only other time they’d talked face to face. Steve again couldn’t help staring at her smooth, golden-brown, legs protruding from the bottom of her short skirt. He imagined himself between them, with the inside of each thigh pressed closely against one side of his head. He also imagined a face-full of her muff.
Now here he was, two hours later, right where he had hoped he’d be...
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