I may have told this one before, but I can’t find it and I’m tired of looking and it’s time for a new post, so here goes.
6th Air Cav
It was weird that I was coming from Germany into this unit and I brought my odd taste in music and my more European style of dress. facing reality I never really fit in anywhere, but I did try to play down my differences to blend a bit. But I lost a great deal of my music collection when a friend broke into my room and stole my CD’s. This was back when CD’s were still cutting edge and few people had a CD player, let alone an extensive collection of discs. So this dude Kyle stole my cd’s to pawn them to pay for his girlfriends abortion.
Eventually some of them got returned and I got an apology and didn’t press charges, but it was the first time I encountered someone in that shape. He was a mess and had no where to turn to. It reminds me of Richard Gere in Officer and a Gentleman. “I got nowhere else to go” wah. Don’t go into my room to solve your problems. please.
And then a friend tripped on acid and ended up in the mental ward on the base hospital. Don’t know how many hits of acid he took, but it scared us all. How many people even know someone who went on a drug binge or whatever and ended up in a mental ward? I’d imagine not many people. No wonder my head was in a bad place.
So there was this girl.. too many stories start out like this. But she really was nothing special. Sort of nice, in a quiet way, bookish, glasses, that whole thing. But when she took her glasses off and loosened her long hair and shook it out, wow, she didn’t look any better. I used to think that always worked, but no.
She had a fiance at home, so she was mostly just around and a friend, of sorts. But then she’d get all mopey and teary eyed (this was just once with me) and I tried to comfort her. In a totally non sexual way. Seriously. But somehow we ended up in her room and she gave me a blow job. She didn’t want to have sex, because that was reserved for her fiance. Strange set of rules there, but that was okay by me.
So I was talking with my buddy Mike, and he hung out with her at a bonfire and the same damn thing happened to him. But she couldn’t get him off. After a while a blow job can just turn into a slurp session and (this is just my thought) you are just kind of laying back and thinking, well, this isn’t going anywhere, but it still feels pretty good, so I’ll just enjoy it, and whenever she gets tired, well, at that point we’ll pull up the pants and move on.
This happened to her and Mike three times. He finally said to me, three strikes and she’s out. No fourth chance, which I can’t say I blame him for. I think she was looking at it as a challenge, but she didn’t pass muster. Oh, here’s a really nasty joke I heard the other day. How do you know if you have a really high sperm count? If your girlfriend needs to chew before she can swallow.
What? is that wrong? I thought it kinda fit into the theme of this post. Yes it is over that line of decency, but so is most of the content here. Share it with a friend.
