Chapter 17
 
I pulled into the parking lot, looked around and wondered what happened to Friday. I know I went to work the day after Evee called the house. Ever since that phone call, I'd been worried about this first date. A first date? That's the way I thought about it anyway.
Jen wasn't to happy about me going out with Evee, and to tell you the truth, even though I had agreed, neither was I. Friday afternoon I was at work when Jennifer called and asked if I was still going out on Saturday, and when I said yes for the hundredth time she finally said, okay. A seven-year-old can really get under your skin sometimes. When I got home that night, half the contents of my closet were on my bed. When I asked her why, she said if I was going to do this I'd better look nice. I looked at her and wondered how little girls thought, and then gave up. I couldn't figure out full-size ones, so little ones were out of the question.
I remembered Pietro's from way back when Alice had the apartment in Chapel Hill. It had great food and considering the name, it wasn't exclusively Italian. It was what would be called Mediterranean, with a touch of Dixie. The family had been a fixture in the community for generations, and the menu had expanded as the family grew. Somewhere a Pietro had married a Greek, and they now had a half-dozen dishes from that side of the family. The baklava was very, very good. I didn't know where the Spanish influence came from, but it was as good as I'd ever had in Barcelona.
As usual, I was a couple of minutes late, and Evee was waiting for me as I walked in. I really didn't know what to expect when I saw her. The only time I'd seen her was when she was at work. I didn't know if there was a suggestion box at National, but a comment about the ground uniforms was in order. The floral print dress she wore was fantastic; it was a perfect fit and showed off her body very well. The straps that held it up sloped down to the top of the dress that modestly covered her body. Even so, you knew she was all woman. As I walked up to her, I noticed the male servers, and even one female, sneaking glances her way. I knew she was in her thirties, maybe in her mid-thirties. Right then, she was looking great. Comparing her to Agnes, she was at least an eight.
Evee saw me walk through the door and smiled. As I got closer, she put her hand out. To her surprise, I took it in both of mine. I held it and gave it a little shake. "Have you waited long?"
I think I scared her a little by holding both of her hands, but the smile didn't fade. "Just a couple of minutes. Our table is ready." There was something that told me she had her work face on. It was the same smile I first saw at the airport. It was then that I realized that she was as nervous about this as I was. I looked for something in her eyes, anything, but found nothing. I was disappointed to see there wasn't any fear, or joy - nothing. As we were led to our table, I walked behind her with one hand on the small of her back. After we were seated, and the waitress had taken our order, I had a chance to really look at Agnes' friend. The silence was deafening, so I broke the uncomfortable quiet. "You know, Evee, that was the first time we actually shook hands, and I liked it."
I don't know if it was the last time, when she cussed me out, or when I had my pants around my ankles, but her face started to turn a nice shade of red. The color looked very pretty on her. "Well," she started, "if we had gotten any closer in the security office I might have done something I would have regretted."
It was the pants around my ankles. "If you had, I guess tonight would never have happened."
"Probably but..." Suddenly she stopped cold and looked at me. "I'm sorry Gene, I really have to work on my dating skills. With a six-year-old boy at home my life seems to revolve around him and work." Just the mention of her son brought a little smile to her face. It wasn't a forced customer service type smile, but a real one.
I looked at this very attractive woman and thought that was the reason for this dinner. "I know what you mean. You ought to live with a seven-year-old girl going on twenty. Every day, hell every hour, something new comes up. This date is a good example." I was ready to explain, but suddenly we had something in common - children.
"I know what you mean," Evee said, as she continued to lose some of her tenseness. When I told my son, Troy, that I was going out, he lost it." Now her smile was even bigger. "I've seen other boys his age, and he's really well behaved, but he threw a tantrum like I'd never seen. When I left, he was trying his best to get the baby sitter to leave so I'd have to stay."
I smiled at her dilemma. Jennifer was, I thought, the queen of getting her way. Maybe Troy was the king. "So how did that work out?"
Evee looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Like they say back home in Tennessee, not to-o-o go-o-o-od. I guess it's the same here."
I smiled back. "That good, huh?"
The waiter interrupted Evee's story as he took down our orders. It didn't seem to bother her too much, as she ignored the pause and continued on. For some reason, I didn't mind either, as it gave me time to think of all the things we had in common.
"When I walked out the door," Evee went on, " Karen, the baby sitter, was dragging him toward the bathtub. Troy couldn't apologize fast enough to get out of an early bath - not that it did any good."
"Why the early bath?"
"It's part of the routine we have. After the bath he's in for the night. Evenings are the last chance for playing outside before bed. He knew he was in trouble."
Evee asked why I was smiling, and I finally told her about our routine. When I mentioned the late night basketball, it was her turn to smile.
I suddenly looked up as the waiter brought our food. I looked at him and then at Evee. "That was quick," I said to her.
She looked at me, still smiling. I could tell she was finally getting relaxed around me as she laid her napkin in her lap with a flourish. "I was thinking the same thing, well, dig in."
During dinner, the conversation stayed pretty much on the children. When I started to talk about Jennifer and her growing attitude to people I dated, I saw Evee nod her head. "Don't worry about it, Gene, she'll get used to the changes. After all, if she's really that upset, she could do other things to make your life a living hell. Remember, she's an only child and you're her only parent."
I shook my head. "I'm her uncle, not her father." All I have is a bunch of papers that says I can take her to the hospital and enroll her in school. I'm just her guardian till her parents decide what to do."
Slowly Evee reached over and took one of my hands. " So, how long has she been with you?"
"August first will be three years." I savored the touch. After years of being alone, then a month touching and holding Agnes just to see it walk out the door, I enjoyed every minute of the contact.
Evee patted my hand, then she leaned back and continued eating. "Three years, and you're still sane? I don't know any single man who could handle a preteen for that long, day in and day out."
I had to smile at that. "Who says I'm sane? Actually, she's pretty easy to live with. Well, except for this latest round of arguing which has been pretty rough." I gave her a brief rundown about the arrangement we had with Gary and Linda, well mostly Linda. When the question about family came up, I told her about Linda's parents living up North. They would call every couple of months and talk to Jen. It did seem strange to me that, from the first, they never asked to see her. From what Linda said they live on some kind of farm. My family had been farmers for almost a hundred years. I know what it takes to work it. She could have flown to Minnesota to visit over the summer, I guess. They never asked to see her, and I didn't offer. Instead, Jen and I took our vacations together every year.
Evee just looked at me as I explained all this. Finally, she said, "What's going to happen when her parents finally get a divorce?"
I looked at her, with my fork halfway to my mouth. "Divorce?" Suddenly, I didn't have an answer. "Heck, I don't know, "I guess she'll go live with one of them - Linda most likely." For some reason, the thought of Jen's parents fighting over custody never crossed my mind. They barely came over to the house. I thought back and wondered when the last time my brother was in town? Double-shit, I didn't even know.
"After living with you, that would be like going to prison for her." Evee sounded convinced and, to be honest, so was I. The thing was, I couldn't see Jennifer staying with me for another ten years.
"I don't think I could handle a teenage girl. Hell, I barely can handle a seven-year-old." Evee had that look that told me I'd said something funny. "Ok, what did I say?"
For some reason, Evee gave me one of those half-smile/half-smug looks? "You were a CPO in the Navy, and you can't handle a seven-year-old girl?"
I knew then that someone in her family had been a blue water sailor. "E-7 as a matter of fact. How do you know?"
"Sunny told me; she also said you were a Seabee. My Father was a Lieutenant in the Navy during World War II. He was on a transport that carried you guys all over the Pacific."
Now I was interested. Here was someone who was actually interested in my past life. "No kidding? What else did he say about us?"
He has tons of stories about anchoring at some postage stamp island somewhere and, as fast as they unloaded the equipment, a runway and everything else was built. Half the time it was done under fire from some hold-out Japanese soldiers. The ship got hit a couple of times before the escorts could make it safe."
That sounded about right to me. I'd heard the same stories from the retirees who trained us at Quonset Point. I guess her dad had told her about working in the tropical heat, and then defending against the night-time attacks to keep them from blowing up what the Seabee's had done during the day. I could tell Evee believed every word her father had told her, and there was something else.
"That's what I heard too. It seems almost impossible that they could work under those conditions."
Evee looked at her meal for a second then back at me. "He also said he got to know some of the Petty Officers and Chiefs. He said they were the best he'd ever seen. They could take their units ashore and turn a lump of rock into a small town in a month. The Chief's were especially hard ... no, Daddy said, driven to do it right. They didn't take shit from anyone." Evee smiled at me. "Especially a new Lieutenant."
I remembered the day I damn near beat the crap out of an ensign stationed at DaNang. He wanted my guys to do some shit job for him. Thankfully, my boss came up and put the kid in his place. Those were the days - you were given a task and you did it. If you had a Commanding Officer like mine, he'd back you up all the way. I smiled back at her. I hadn't talked about this stuff since the last time the Admiral was in town. "At least he wasn't an Ensign," I told her. "They have to be the worst for getting into trouble"
Suddenly her face lost the smile, now what had I said?
"So what happened to Chief Petty Officer Gene McGuire?"
"He retired."
"I know you need at least twenty years to retire, unless something happened. Were you wounded or something?"
I looked at her and wondered how far this was going to go. "Let's just say that something bad happened, and I wasn't asked to re-up."
You're different, Gene, different from Daddy's old Navy buddies. When I'd meet them, they were full of confidence and full of themselves, and they knew it. It must have been bad to change you like this."
"I haven't changed, Evee - well, except for civilian life."
She looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to tell me it was all bullshit. It was time to change the subject. "So, what about your father, what's does he do now?" I kind of figured he would be a retired businessman by now.
"He's stationed in Europe right now. He has something to do with Naval Command-Europe. It's all desk work now that he got promoted and reassigned away from WestPac."
I looked at her and my heart sank. I was looking at a Navy brat and her father was an officer, definitely a command officer. He could be a Captain or most likely an Admiral. I hated officers, and the higher the rank the bigger the pain in the ass. Your father is still in?"
Evee looked at me, but that look told me she really didn't want to talk about it. She nodded her head.
"I suppose he went to the Academy?"
"Class of Forty-two."
I knew overseas duty was rough, even if it was in an office. Being away from friends and family took its toll. "Do you talk to him much?"
For a second, you would of thought I'd slapped her in the face. She visibly jumped in her chair. The fork that was in her hand fell to the table. I could even see her eyes looking for a way out.
"Look, Evee, I'm sorry I brought up a sore subject. Let's just eat and talk about safer things, like children and work."
She just nodded at me but, when I looked at her, the food on her fork was only a fraction of what was there before my dumb remark.
We ate in silence for a while. As I ate, I heard a voice coming from across the table. "He refused to come to the wedding. Big shit Admiral Sandbourn couldn't come to his only daughter's wedding."
I looked at her, but didn't see any anger. I guess that had burned away a long time ago. Now it had turned into resentment. "Why not Evee?" Instead of really listening to the conversation, I was telling myself, oh shit, not another lifer.
She took a drink, and then looked at me. "You want to know, fine. He hated my ex-husband the minute he saw him."
That I could understand, it was a parent thing. I really didn't like some of Jennifers classmates. I couldn't figure out what I'd do when she started dating. Buying a shotgun crossed my mind. The biggest pain in the butt was still Danny from back in first grade. I hadn't heard much about him lately, and that was fine with me.

"So your father doesn't like civilians. I've seen that happen. Hell, when I was in Nam we..."

"My ex is a Negro."

By grace, luck, or whatever, I was still talking when she said it. That hesitation gave me a chance to wrap my head around what Evee had said.

I saw her eyes looking at me, and I knew that look. Agnes had given me the same look. She was looking for the lie. Something that would tell her the evening was over.
"I know the military may say that they're desegregated, but that's a joke. I don't know the whole thing, but your own father? There had to be something else."

Evee looked at me, then shook her head. "No, that's all. I met Jamal on a flight to Chicago I was still flying for National. He's a sales exec, and he was on my flights at least twice a month. We got to know each other, and we ended up in bed. He was a wonderful man. He was kind, considerate, and a fantastic lover. About a year later, we started living together in Durham. It was perfect timing - the Admiral was home from a WestPac cruise, and I told him I had found someone."

She took a drink, but kept looking at me. I wondered how a kind and considerate person turned into a wife beater. "That must of been around nineteen sixty or so. It must have been pretty hard living with a black man."

"You have no idea, but we were in love, so we ignored the looks and whispering." Just before the Admiral and Mama were to come visit us, Jamal asked me to marry him. We thought it would be a surprise." With that, I saw that look that showed she had swallowed something really bad. "It was a real surprise - oh man, was it a surprise." She leaned back in her chair. "We planned to tell them at dinner their second day here. When the time came, I noticed something about the Admiral, and I think Mom noticed it to. After we told them, he became quiet and started to pull away. They left the next day, two days early, but before they did the Admiral asked me not to go through with it because he thought I'd be hurt."

"So what happened, Evee?" Suddenly I realized that I didn't know the last name of this woman that was pouring her heart out to me. Sandbourn was her maiden name. Was that what she was going by now?

"I guess I was so in much in love that it drove me closer to Jamal, and further away from my parents. We got married anyway, and settled in for a life of wedded bliss. I still flew, and Jamal did his marketing stuff. With our schedules, we didn't see much of each other, but when we did it was like we were newlyweds all over again." She took another drink, looked at the glass and then at me. "Do you really want to hear all this? Looking back, it's all pretty stupid."

"First, it's not stupid. It's your life. I'm not telling you to, or not to, tell me. Either way, I'm not going to walk out." I looked at her and saw someone I could hold and make love to. Make love? Was that what Agnes and I did? It sure as hell was great sex, but was it love? "I don't have much room to judge anyone."

"You'd be the first."

"Maybe you haven't talked to the right people."

"Trust me, the conversation ends when just I mention my ex's name. Jamal isn't a common name for a white man. You keep forgetting that this is still the Old South. The Old North State hasn't changed that much."

With everything going on, I could only remember one other name. "You could talk to someone else ... umm ... maybe Leroy Johnstone. I'm sure he'd understand."

Now I was getting the look again but, for some reason, this time it didn't seem to bother me as much. "What do you know about Leroy," she asked?

"What do you mean?"

"I mean because I married a Black man you think I've lost all my white friends?
"You're looking at this all wrong, Evee, you have lots of friends. Sunny is one of them, and so am I. She told me how your ex beat on you, and how Deputy Johnstone and a couple others convinced him that it wasn't in his best interest to keep doing it. I know he's been there for you despite the white/black thing. If you don't think so, why did he help you with that little frisk job you pulled on me?"

Now Evee just stared, and then she shook her head. "I was wondering how I was going to tell you about what happened after I got pregnant and took leave. I guess I won't have to worry about that anymore." Her eyes looked at me. "I'm sorry for being so defensive about all this, but I've been living it for eight years. I wasn't sure about you before, McGuire, but you're ok."
Well, that was a start, I guess. "Thanks, Evee, I just want you to know, if you need something, all you have to do is ask. You really do have friends here."

She picked up her fork again while looking at me. "This is pretty good food, huh?"

I nodded, "Yeah, pretty good."

The rest of the meal was just a meal. I guess we both needed time to digest what we had talked about. This was the quietest we'd been since sitting down. On my side of the table, one thing bothered me - well, one big thing, the rest could wait. The brunette across from me said I was different from other Chief Petty Officers she had met. I tried to discount it, but it was bothering me. The loss of Ha'ng, and the rampage I went on till the brass had to let me go, or ship me back for a Court Martial, took a lot out of me. My old skipper managed to plead my case, so I avoided an Article Thirty-Six, and even got an honorable discharge. I guess killing a dozen Viet Minh, and getting a couple of Purple Hearts, helped. The problem was, ever since getting out of the service, I never felt really interested in anything like when I was in the service. Sure, I did a good job at work. I knew enough to handle fifteen guys in my Installation and Repair group, and we did a very good job, but it was just that - a job.

Personal relationships weren't much different. It wasn't as if I had a dozen women lining up outside my front door. There was that one girlfriend in High School. Then there were the hookers and whores that followed the Sixth Fleet all around the Mediterranean. Finally there was Ha'ng Hai, a young girl that stole my heart. It was the best two years of my life in the place that everyone today knew because of all of the death and destruction. She was perfect for me. Back then I really didn't give a shit what others thought. Sure she was only eleven when we met, but she was funny and unpredictable. We started out slow, until one day she told me about a health class that the nuns were teaching. They said sex was a sin unless you were married. Then this preteen floored me when she asked if it was so bad why did all of her uncles and cousins do it? They weren't married to each other, and were they going to hell? Finally, we ended up with a session of show and tell. She had her serious side as well, and that usually happened as she went to missionary school or home. Separation was difficult for her, even though I knew I'd see her again. Whatever happened, I knew she was mine, forever.

Forever?

Someone else wanted to be mine forever. She wasn't a trusting preteen, but a grown woman with dyed blond hair. She came with baggage and some things I didn't like. I wasn't her Master. I didn't want to be her Master. That much control in my hands was bad.

I had that much control once. Anything I wanted to do, little Ha'ng would do. Hell, I snuck her out of the country once, on a transport to Thailand, for a long weekend. Being with her was an adventure every time.

The definition of crazy is when you talk to yourself and you answer back. I heard this voice in my head. And you think Agnes wouldn't be an adventure?

Well, yeah, she would, I guess, I told myself

She still loves you, you know?

 Why couldn't I just shut up? I don't think so. If she did she would have called by now. I called her, and all I got for my trouble was a yelling match with Donna.

You're an ass, McGuire. This is your second chance to get what you want and you're just going to piss it away?

It's more than just the sex, I told myself.

Get your head out of your butt. Sure it is, but that was pretty damn good sex.

The best, was my answer.

Somewhere inside, I could feel myself agreeing. Yeah, the best, and it can get only better, just don't screw it up.

For some reason, I felt better. I looked at Evee, who was still eating. I had convinced myself that this was a dinner date only. Oh well, I might as well enjoy the food.
Later on, we were sharing a dessert, and suddenly the brunette across from me was giving me looks like she'd been cruising the local lovers lane with a flashlight and got caught. Her eyes looked my way for a second, then went back to her plate. I figured, all in all, it had been a decent night. At least, she hadn't asked me to do anything that would cause me to get arrested. Evee never broke down crying, and accused me of not changing my whole life for her. Sure, she had personal problems, but then it seemed that every woman I met lately had problems.
All things considered, the woman across from me seemed more normal than Agnes, Donna, or even Alice. After that mini revelation about her marriage to a black man, she didn't go crazy or cry. I was surprised that she was calm, even though I told her that I knew about the abuse, and Leroy's help.
As Evee put down her water glass, I reached over and touched her hand. "What's going on, Evee? I thought you were beyond all that stuff from before."
She looked at me with her brown eyes. There was a little sadness in them and maybe just a little fear? Her tongue ran across her upper lip in some kind of nervous gesture. She took a noticeable deep breath, and finally said, "The last time I ate here was almost three years ago. It was a date, but I found out later he was married. That's the kind of guys I attract - married, or generally unavailable." She was looking at me for something?
I tried to ease her fears. "I'm not married, you know that, Evee. You probably know my current situation better than I do. Besides, you've talked to Sunny and I haven't."
There was still a little smile on her face. "That's what I want to talk to you about, before this goes any further."
"There's going to be more?" I first thought that, after that little pat down at the airport, she had wanted to go to bed with me. Now, I thought that was out. Was it on again? It was time to see where all of this led. The only drawback was that Agnes/Sunny was her friend. My history on that sort of thing was, well, less than flawless. There was that one time Alice loaned me to her friend Ann. That caused more problems between us than it helped. Then again, I wasn't sure Agnes and I were even friends any more.
The non-look I got for a reply was, what, you didn't know? "It's up to you, I guess." She was looking at her crumpled napkin and not me.
"I'm a lousy mind reader. The last woman I knew left crying because I tried to read her mind. Look at me, Evee, and tell me what you want?"
I guess that did it, because her eyes went to mine. "Sunny called me this afternoon at work. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you, but I think you should know." I leaned back in the chair looking at Evee. Agnes called her Thursday and today? Why the hell not me? I thought this was between us, not everyone who worked for fucking National Airlines. Evee was looking hard at me. It was almost like she was looking past me. "Anyway, when Sunny called I told her I was thinking about canceling our date. She said I had to go through with it. I don't know what it's all about, but somewhere inside I think she still loves you."
I leaned forward. "Don't get me wrong, Evee, but listening to Sunny can give you a headache. If you don't want to be here, we can go. As far as apologizing - the phone call was enough. Having dinner with you was a great idea but, if this made you uncomfortable, I think we should go."
"It's not the dinner, Gene, it has to do with this other thing."

Now we were back to this other thing again. "What other thing is that?" I suddenly wished I could find a woman that got straight to the point.

Now she looked down at her empty plate, "When I first saw you, you were waiting for Miss Cunningham. She'd flown on some of my flights years ago. Then Sunny delivers your niece, and I started wondering what the big deal was about you." I looked at Evee's napkin and decided that it had been shredded enough. "I didn't think it was going to be this hard."

"All you have to do is say it, Evee, say it straight out."

Her eyes came back up to me. "You want it straight out? Okay, here it is, I want to have sex with you, and I got us a room at the Holiday Inn right down the road, You can leave your car here, or I'll ride with you." I knew there were several sentences in that statement, but it all came out in one giant breath. Her cheeks were a little red, and I didn't think that was all from her explanation. "So, how did I do?" was her final question.

I looked at her, and I could see on her face that she thought that she had blown it. I looked around and saw our waiter and flagged him down. "I'd like the check right now, please," I told him, while looking at Evee. "We have someplace to go."

To the waiter's credit, he hardly flinched as he looked at Evee's stunned face. He produced the check, and I put more money in his hand than the meal and tip should have been. As I did, I got up and walked around the table to where she sat. I took the wrap Evee had placed on the back of the chair and put it around her shoulders. "Shall we go?" I offered her my hand. I wasn't going to think about this any more.

We walked without a word, my arm around hers, to my car. As I opened her door, I turned to her. "You did real good." Then I kissed her. I felt her melt into my arms. Her lips were warm, very wet, and a wonderful end to our dinner. I caressed her neck and let my hand slide slowly down her back. The light summer dress she wore was almost nothing. I could feel every indentation and ridge on her back. As her tongue slid into my mouth, mine tried to duel with hers. That brought about a moan from her that vibrated throughout her body.

Slowly, we separated as my hands roamed her back. It was then that I noticed her hands were doing some exploring themselves. I looked down into her now half-closed eyes. I nipped at her lips as she whispered, "Gods, I haven't made out in a parking lot since High School. I already paid for the room, but if you want to find some place to park... ?" She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I'm a little older now, but I'm sure there'll be plenty of room in the back of your car."

For some reason, I totally believed her. She was willing to be a teenager again to get what she wanted. The problem was, when I was eighteen my girlfriend would jump in the backseat of my dad's car with me and literally bang out a quickie. I wanted more from Evee - a lot more. I wanted to kiss her, touch and taste her. I wanted to make love to her, and hold her after. "I'm older than you are, and I want more than a fast screw in the backseat."

She looked at me and smiled. As suddenly as we embraced, she broke away. As she slid into the car, she looked at me. "Then you better hurry and drive, because I want more too." She was right in more ways than one.

She'd picked the right motel. It was only three blocks from the restaurant. In those three blocks she just couldn't sit still. She was squirming in her seat as her hand closest to me stroked my pant leg. "Go around to the left, Gene. It's room one forty six, fifth from the corner."

I started to wonder how this single mom knew the layout of the local Holiday Inn, but I did as I was told. As we pulled in front of our room, she jumped out and started digging in her purse. She was walking to the door mumbling to herself, "I know it was in here; what the fuck did I do with it?"
I finally caught up with her as she fished the key out of her purse. I put a hand on her arm and squeezed a little. "Calm down, Evee, we have time; just relax, ok?"

I saw the hand that held the key start to shake. Was she scared of something? Just before she unlocked the door, she looked at me. I could see a tear in her eye and a faraway look. "Let me tell you what you're getting, Gene. I'm a thirty-five year old single mother who's only had sex once since her divorce. Not one night, just once. It's been almost two years since I've felt a man inside of me. I'm scared as hell that I'm going to screw this up again. I heard the key click in the lock, but she didn't open it. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything." I meant it.

"If this is a pity fuck don't tell me, okay? I don't think I could take it." There was another tear rolling down her cheek.

I took my thumb and wiped it away. "I don't do pity fucks. If you talked to her you should know that. What did Sunny tell you about me?"

She looked at me when I mentioned Agnes's airline name. She thought about it for a second. "She said you were the nicest guy she'd ever met. You were probably way too nice for her. There wasn't anything you wouldn't do for her except for one thing, and she wouldn't tell me what it was. Why?"

Suddenly I had visions of my little blond flight attendant squirming under me as I brought her to one orgasm after another. "And?"

I saw the door open as Evee took my hand. Now she was smiling a little. "You really want to know?" She walked into the room, pulling me along by the hand.

"Sure, I'm a big boy, I can take it."

For some reason, Evee gave a little laugh. "Sorry, Gene, but you guys just have to get back together. You're not even a couple and you think alike." I guess the confused look made her smile again. "You said exactly what she said, well sort of. She said you were a big boy. Actually, she also said 'hung like a horse', and she said it was a little hard at first, but she said she could take it."

"Well, just double-shit! Don't women talk about recipes, or something, anymore?"

"You asked. Besides, talking about lovers is much more fun than cooking, even if all I do is listen, and don't you dare change the subject," she scolded me. "Then she said something about that I shouldn't get on top, because she got a little crazy doing that the last time and she hurt herself." Now she looked a little harder at me. "Is that true?"

I gave her a smile of my own, and shrugged. "Yup." I looked around the room briefly. It was a standard motel room with one queen-size bed. She had planned ahead.

She released my hand as her foot pushed the door closed. "That I gotta try," she mumbled to herself.

I put my arms around her. "When we were together she would call me her Fantasyman. I didn't think she would have any fantasies I couldn't help with. I was wrong, and that's what broke us up. I just want to make love to you, here and now -- no fantasies, just the two of us.

She looked into my eyes and smiled. "How do you know this isn't my fantasy?" With that, she kissed me and started to unbutton my shirt.

I was waiting for that. I stroked her shoulders and slid my hands behind her to find the zipper for her dress. It wasn't that hard, as there wasn't much to the dress, and Evee was wiggling in my arms, trying to direct my fingers to where they wanted to go. I found the immediate target and was rewarded by the sound of her zipper sliding down. Evee took a small step back and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. The material pooled at her feet as she stood in only her underwear and heels.

I took in the sight before me, but I didn't know where to start. A tan colored bra held her medium-size breasts. They filled the cups and then some. It was a heavy enough material that I couldn't see her nipples, but that wasn't a problem. It would be on the floor soon enough. The matching panties she wore were, I guess, meant for someone older than she actually was. I tried to imagine Evee wearing a thong like the one Agnes wore, but I couldn't. I slowly reached out, slid both hands down her neck, and pushed the bra straps off her shoulders. I couldn't feel the catch for her bra in the back, but looking down found it in the front. I reached to unfasten it, when she brought her hands up to mine. "Gene?" she asked in a little girl voice. "Please go easy, please, it's been a while, okay?"

I looked down at her as I moved my hands over hers. "I promise."

With that, Evee's fingers went to her chest and unhooked the bra. It joined her dress as the puddle of cloth grew at her feet. I loved looking down at the softness of her breasts. They weren't like Agnes'. Where Agnes' were full and solid to the touch, without much sag, Evee's were rounder and touchable. The nipples were larger and looked darker.

She looked at me and smiled. "You're overdressed, let me help." And, help she did. I'd been undressed before by women, but this was nothing like I'd ever experienced. Eve took my unbuttoned shirt and pulled it out of my slacks. She walked slowly behind me, her fingers tugging the shirt open as she went. I could feel her lips kiss my back through the shirt. I could feel her hands wrap around me as she pressed into my back. Her dark brown nipples were pressing through my shirt.

I could feel her grinding her breasts against the material as she reached around me and stroked my chest and stomach. Evee's soft touch was driving me crazy when suddenly she trailed a single fingernail up from my belly button to my throat. The low "Oh, my god!" that escaped from me must have been a yes to her, because she repeated it on the down stroke with all of her fingernails.

This time it was her turn to moan as her hands made the return trip back up. Now she stopped at my chest as her fingers stoked and circled my nipples. Evee pressed harder into me, and began rubbing her groin gently against me.

I'd had just about enough foreplay as I reached for my belt. Evee continued to rub her mound against me as I unbuckled my pants. The sound of my zipper going down motivated her to move her hands to my waist. She tugged at my clothes until they hit the floor. She pressed close to me again as I felt the side of her face pressing into my back.

Her hands went back around me and I felt her fingers touching my erection. "I'd forgotten what it was like, thank you," she whispered.

As I turned around to face her, I said, "I haven't done anything to you yet." Evee kept her hand on my erection as I faced her. The gentle squeezing of her fingers kept me hard. Keeping Mr. Happy hard wasn't a problem, keeping him from shooting off was. I wanted to make slow passionate love to her. What I said in the parking lot echoed in my head. I wanted more, and I wanted it my way.
I kissed her deeply, parting her lips with my tongue as she welcomed me into her mouth. I could taste the wine she had at Pietro's as her tongue flicked against mine. My hands stroked her back as I encouraged her to let go. I felt her hands clasping my hips and releasing them as she pressed herself against me. Her swaying against me was exciting me to the point where it might be over before it started. I had to slow her down and take charge.

I slowly moved from her lips to the side of her face. I left a trail of little kisses as I followed her jaw line. As I reached that soft spot below her ear, her breathing changed. It was a little faster, but I could feel it building from a different part of her body. It was a heavier deeper breathing. I enjoyed feeling her low groan as I found a spot just below her jaw.

"Oh, shit, that feels so-o-o good," Evee moaned as I attacked that spot with kisses and nibbles. I moved my hands around to the front and cupped her breasts. That brought a brand-new series of moans. "Suck 'em, Gene, suck on my tits. You have no idea how sensitive they are."
Why the hell not, I thought. I was planning on heading in that direction anyway. I trailed kisses slowly down her throat. Her hands were all over me as I kissed my way down to her breasts.
"Oh-h-h, shit, Gene," Evee moaned, "You have no idea how good that feels." At that moment, my lips reached the top of her breasts. I could feel her tremble with desire as her hands came up between us. As I planted quick kisses and nibbles on each one, I marveled how she felt under my touch. She was soft and full; there was no real fat that I could see or feel, it was just the fullness of her womanhood.
I felt her hands continue to rise toward her breasts as I now kissed those dark nipples that capped her full breasts. The nipples had grown in size and darker in color as I squeezed each one. Suddenly, I felt her hands covering mine as I kneaded her flesh. As I lightly bit the end of one nipple, Evee suddenly arched her back. "Yes-s-s-s, right there," she hissed. "That's it, right there. Oh, Yes-s-s."
As I continued to worry and suck on her breasts, I moved my hands over hers and squeezed. Her moans became louder as she massaged and offered her breasts to my lips.
I could hear the pleasure I was giving her with this simple foreplay, and I enjoyed it. No, it was more than just enjoy, it was fun, if that's the right word. It brought me pleasure to hear moans and whimpers as I touched places no other person had touched in years. With Agnes it had been fun, but it was also exhausting; it drained me to make love to her. Wasn't a person supposed to enjoy and feel that tingling as every nerve was touched and teased? I felt it with Ha'ng, and now with Evee.
What had I been doing for the last twelve years?
Evee broke me out of my musings. "Oh, shi-i-it, Gene, stop it, you're driving me crazy."
So I did, for now. My face came up to hers and I saw disappointment in her eyes. I almost laughed out loud, pity fuck, my ass. "I didn't mean for you to stop stop!"
I kissed her lips. My tongue stayed where it was supposed to. Evee's, on the other hand, was trying to force its way into my mouth. I broke away from the kiss, to her disappointment.
"Evee, I want to make love to you; I don't want to just stick my cock in you. I want you to come when I use my mouth and tongue between your legs. When I touch you, I want to feel you shake underneath me."

"What about you? I mean, if I cum before you, won't..."

I gave her a quick kiss and looked at her. Sh-h-h, don't worry. I'm not going to have a problem. I'll tell you what I want, though."

I know she was wondering what the hell was I doing talking when she wanted more. "What is that?"

"I want everything you have. I want to make love to every part of you, here and now. I want to hear you scream in pleasure." I looked into her eyes. "That's what I want; that's what would bring me joy."

She looked for the lie, but there wasn't one there for her to find. "Yes, love me, make me scream ... Oh, God!" I had started my trip down her body once again, but this time I knew the way, and it was so good; oh, so very good.

As I suckled on her breasts again, my fingers played between her legs. All too soon, I could feel the tension as she instinctively fought the orgasm that was rushing through her body. Her arms went to my shoulders for support.

I lightly bit down on a nipple, which caused her to scream in delight. As I rolled the other between my fingers, I said, "Cum for me, woman, cum on my fingers," and I bit down hard.
The dam that was holding back her orgasm broke open. Her knees started to buckle as she collapsed against me, letting her body run wild. "GENE ... ARHRU-U-UG, I'M CUMMING!" She screamed to no one, to everyone. Evee jerked her body against me as she rode her wave of pleasure. The soft flesh of her breasts pressed against my face as I felt her orgasm running down my fingers and coating my palm. I pushed in a third finger, and she jerked harder against me.
These simple actions filled my heart with joy. I wanted her to cum on my terms, not hers. I squeezed the fingers into my palm, crushing her clitoris, and she screamed again.
I could sense, rather than feel, she was going numb from the orgasm that had rushed over her so quickly. I slowed my assault between her legs, and slowly moved my fingers in slow circles inside her.

Slowly, I started kissing my way down her stomach. She moaned and groaned as her body accepted what had happened. I was half-way to her little outtie belly button before she realized I'd started the trip down. "Gene ... m-m-m-m, oh..." her arms wrapped around my head, pressing my lips into her flesh. "It feels so nice ... wait, Gene, my legs are jelly; if you keep it up I'll collapse into a pile of goo on the floor.

She had a point, so I pushed her toward the queen-size bed behind her. As soon as she felt it on the back of her knees, she fell backwards. That was unacceptable.

I pulled her near-lifeless body up until she was sitting. She was waiting for something. "I'm not finished, Evee."

Her hands went down to Mr. Happy and gave it a light tug. "When is it my turn? My ex said I gave one hell of a blowjob. I'd like a taste, Gene, please?"

Inside, I smiled. She wanted to please me. "Not yet, Baby. One more trip down and another good cum, and then you can play."

She looked at me with expectant eyes. "Promise?"
"I always keep my promises." Then I said something totally stupid, "Unlike your friend."
I looked at Evee, expecting her to do something, and she did. She kissed my forehead. "She does, you just don't know it." When I didn't say anything, she added, "Oh, well, if I have to have another mind shattering orgasm - her loss, my gain." With that, she spread her legs wider on the edge of the bed as she stroked my hair.

My hands roamed her body and I tried to touch every part I could as my mouth resumed the journey. When my tongue found her clitoris, it was off to the races, so to speak.

Alice had taught me the finer points of cunnilingus, and I tried to use every one of them. I licked and stroked her fat outer lips. As my tongue worried her clitoris on the up stroke, I pushed a finger in her and slowly fucked her with it.

After the quick orgasm she had before, her body welcomed this slower climb to the top. Her hands roamed over my head and my back as I knelt in front of her. I increased the pressure on her clitoris and fingered her faster as I felt her stomach tighten against me.

As I began to feel her orgasm start to crest, I took that wonderful little organ in my mouth and sucked hard on it. The suction on her clitoris doubled her over me, "Oh, gods, you're killing me ... FUCK ... don't stop!"

I don't think I could have, even if I wanted to. I wanted to give this woman something I hadn't given Agnes. I continued to suck as my fingers worked inside of her. She was building again, and I recognized the signs. Pity Fuck, my ass, after tonight she'd want more, and I wondered what she would do to get it?

Evee started to get uncomfortable as she began to climb even higher. "Oh, shit, Gene, you gotta stop, Baby. OH, FUCK ... your tongue is wonderful, Ur-r-rg-gg. Oh, shit, I really gotta pee; I can't hold it."
She tried to pull away, but I held her down, and sucked on her clit as hard as I could. She struggled for a moment, and finally gave in to the feeling. Suddenly, she sat straight up and spasmed for the last time as it hit her, and she released on my fingers. I felt the warm sweetness pouring out as she screamed and moaned over me. I wondered if it was a milky white like Alice's, or more like mine. She twisted her fingers in my hair as something she never felt before consumed her. She tried to talk, scream, make any kind of noise, but all that came out were sharp, ragged, breaths as she fought to remain conscious.
She lost that fight as well.
I felt her fingers go slack in my hair as she fell backwards. Her ejaculation stopped as I stood at the edge of the bed. I looked down to see how wet I really was. I laughed out loud as I saw the watery whiteness running down from my chin all the way to my thighs. Live and learn, I told myself. When Alice came like that it was in short hard bursts that would rock her body. Evee's was totally different - she came hard and long, and there was a lot. I could smell her orgasm from here.
I looked down at her and wondered what she would think when she woke up. I could see flickers of that tremendous orgasm still shooting through her body. I lay down next to her and stroked the side of her face. Instinctively, she tried to draw herself closer to me.
For a moment I thought how she would look with a band of gold around her neck. I smiled as I thought that Three and MB were having way too much of an influence on my fantasies.

Suddenly, I propped myself up. What had Evee said when I mentioned Agnes? She keeps her promises? Yeah, right. If she did, there would be a younger blond here instead of a single mom with brown hair.

Evee stirred and slowly opened her eyes. "Are you with me?" I asked.

I saw something in her eyes I liked a lot - confusion. "I don't know what you did..." Suddenly, she tried to get up, but she was a little too weak right then. "Did I pee on you?" She threw her arm over her face. "I told you I had to go. I just ... I'm so sorry."

I pulled her arm down and placed my hand under her chin. "Breathe, and tell me what you smell."
She was so mortified, she really didn't have a choice. As she breathed in, I saw her expression change, and so did mine. "Okay, it's not pee. I'm a mom and I know pee. From the look on your face, you did something. Alright, Gene, what did you do?"
"I just gave you an orgasm, that's all."
"I've had orgasms, and that wasn't like anything I had before.
Now I had the chance to play teacher. "It's called a female ejaculation. There is probably a long name and a longer description. When you came, instead of just lubricating your pussy, it shot out like a guy's orgasm. It's very intense, and normally hard to do all the time."
"Damn good thing. I passed out like ... well ... I dunno ... a fucking virgin?"
"It's not surprising, even Alice Cunningham sometimes passed out, and I used to do it to her a lot."
Evee got on her elbow like me, and kissed me. "Sweet."
"And you are too."
Now she smiled, "No, I meant your lips, they're sweet. I didn't know I tasted like that." She looked at me and tried to give a predatory look. "So, Mister, you wanna blow-job? They're free, one night only."
I held my hands up in surrender. "Who am I to say no?"
"Damn right. So lay back and enjoy."
I rolled over, and suddenly wished the queen bed were a king. I knew where a king size was, and all I had to do was get her there. While my mind was wandering, Evee crawled between my legs, and started stroking me back to full hardness. When she thought it was about right, she started to lick it like a piece of candy.
I was starting to really enjoy the attention when I heard singing. It was Evee, and I knew then every stewardess and flight attendant had something in common. It had to be high altitude, oxygen, or something, deprivation. They were all from the fucking Twilight Zone. She was singing the song from Snow White under her breath. You know, the one that the Seven Dwarfs sing as they're leaving the mines and heading back to Ms. White. You don't? Well, you don't have kids then. It kind of goes, Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho It's home from work we go', and all that stuff. So, anyway, she's singing this little song as she licks me, and I think this is just great. Then, suddenly, it got a whole lot better.
She was still singing her little song as her lips slid over my wet, rock-hard, cock. I looked down as her head sank down towards my crotch. The words 'Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho' turned into, ''H-um-m-m, um-m-m, H-um-m-m, um-m-m." She really wasn't going to do what I think she was going to do, was she?
For the second time in my life, someone was going to deep throat me and this time it was done with ease. "OH, shi-i-it, Eve-e-e-e," I moaned as her lips touched my pubic hair. She held herself there, still humming away like she was taking a walk in the park. The only sound was her humming and my moaning. Her tongue was vibrating to the tune on the underside of my cock in a way that wanted me to unleash a torrent of cum into her stomach.
So I did.
I bucked my hips up and tried to force more down her throat, but there was no more to give her. As she swallowed, she continued to hum away, draining me dry. I finally collapsed back on the bed, and felt her slowly lift her head.
Evee's mouth and tongue continued their work as she finally pulled her lips off my shrinking member. She looked at me as the biggest smile spread across her face.
I was so drained I couldn't even lift my head. "What?" I croaked.
The smile stayed on her face as she climbed on top of me. "Have I got skills, or what?"
"You got skills and then some. That was only the second time in my li..." I never finished the thought.
"I know, and she told me about that too. I didn't have the heart to tell her about my ex. He's bigger than you are. After learning to suck on that monster, there ain't nothing I can't handle." Her eyes were glowing now. "The last time he came to pick Troy up for the weekend, he was bitching at me because he couldn't find anyone who could swallow it, not even his nigger girlfriends." She propped her head on my chest. Her hands were folded under her chin. "Know what?"
I smiled back at her. She'd finally loosened up a little, and I liked it. "What?"
"He offered me fifty bucks to do him one more time, for old times sake. Can you believe the balls he had saying that? Like I was some whore!"
I knew what was going on. We were both coming down from our sexual highs and just plain running off at the mouth. Suddenly, everything was funny. "Fifty bucks? Dinner cost more than that! I smiled as I said it.
Evee got that confused look. "How do you know how much it cost? It was my treat aft..." Suddenly, she looked at my smile. "You paid for dinner! It was supposed to be my treat, Gene." Now she looked offended, sort of. It was kind of hard for her to do, lying naked on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around her and brought her up to me. When we were face to face, I said, "You can buy the next time, and it better not be Burger King."
She giggled back. "So there's going to be a next time, kind sir?"
"Why not? Like you said, you've got skills, and I do get hungry,"
"Gene, you've only seen some of my skills."
"How about a shower then?" I asked.
"It's still early. I don't have to get Karen home or anything. She lives only a couple of doors down from us."
I put my fingers to her lips and, as quick as a starving frog, she had them in her mouth. That was really interesting. "I said a shower; I don't know about you, but I need to get up and wash off. You seem to know this place, are the showers big enough for two?"
Evee looked around. "Don't know. They've remodeled since I flew. National used this motel for layovers years ago. We could just make do if it's not."
"Gods, I like a woman with a plan." We both laughed as we rolled to the middle of the bed and hugged. Let's go check."
We found out it was just a shower in the tub, but we still managed to fit. Mostly, we talked as the hot water hit our bodies. I was really starting to like this woman Agnes had sent me. Yeah, I figured that out. I remembered her promising to have her friends come by to, as she put it, keep me happy. I really didn't have much room to argue about it, because I was happy, very happy.
As we dried off, she said she wanted to show me more of her skills, as she called them. I liked her even more when she did what Agnes told her not to do. Of course it didn't hurt her, seeing as it was the first time we actually had sex. In fact, we both came pretty close together, which made it special. After that, we decided a nap was in order before shower number two.
This time we played a little more.
Before I dropped her off at the now empty parking lot, we had a plan. A lunch date and another dinner date were planned.