Author: Edward George PM
Scott just retired from twenty-two years in the Army and was ready for something different; he was attending college and found something different in a young girl in one of his classes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 5,620 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-10-12 - id: 3030820
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Jackie – Story 1
Scott just retired from twenty-two years in the Army and was ready for something different; he was attending college and found something different in a young girl in one of his classes.
It'd been about a month since I retired from the Army. I already had several semesters worth of college classes behind me while on active duty, which I was within two classes of an Associate's degree but I was starting all over, I had to have thirty semester hours to qualify for a degree from the college. When I started at the local Science and Technology college to get on with what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, besides sit around and vegetate in front of the idiot tube watching Ophra in the Afternoon. I needed something to qualify for a decent job, and this was the closest thing I could think of at the time.
The first day of class at the college I was the next thing to a freshman despite beginning my third year – problem is, I was also older than many of my classmates which some of them I could have been their father, especially some of the girls. I was Grandpa-goes-back-to-college to most of them.
Somewhere along the line before I retired I had decided to work in computer software engineering which meant a lot of math which thank god I was good at – I was no Einstein but I never had any problems with the higher mathematics, considering I'd been Master Gunner in a couple armor battalions, and if you don't think math is involved in tank gunnery try it sometime.
It was in a couple of these classes I met this cute girl geek type, Jackie – Jaclyn Bowman; dark rim glasses, mousey washed-out dish water blonde hair, yet a nice figure. After a couple classes I realized that the other guys in the class hardly paid her any attention. That's when I decided to check her out and see where things would lead. I sometimes exchanged small talk with her before and after class, mostly: Getting to know you talk.
The opportunity to get to know her better finally came about when the professor divided up the class in to three groups for the first of two class projects. The groups represented work teams of no more than six per group (real world style). Jackie was in my group. Right off the bat me being the oldest of all in the group (the youngest 19), not to mention being retired master sergeant, they unanimously chose me as the team lead. It didn't surprise the professor, he had seen this before.
We knew we'd have to meet on a Saturday someplace which ended up my place. Most of the "kids" in the group were living at home so that precluded that idea. I bought the usual junk food and drinks Friday and Saturday promptly at ten o'clock they began arriving, Jackie last. We outlined the project, following the rules of the road in project proposal and development. And I thought getting ready for a field problem was an ordeal that stuff was easy.
We spent an exhausting three hours on it using two packs of three by four foot butcher
paper I had left over from my days in the Army before we decided we had taken it as far as we could, the others still had homework to do, I completed most of mine on Friday. The others left leaving me with the mess to cleanup – so I thought but Jackie was the last to leave.
She stood in the middle of the living room watching for a minute as I picked up the assortment of empty bottles, cans, and wrappers. She asked in a timid voice:
"Do you need help, Scott?"
That's when I realized she had not left in a rush like the others. "Oh, thanks." I held out a large plastic garbage bag for the recyclables. "Hold this while I bale the stuff in."
The recyclables went in to the bag, the rest in to another one and I set them aside to take out later.
To make conversation I asked: "Learn anything?"
Jackie nodded her head as she seemed uncertain what to do next. "It helped clear up a few questions I had…"
I gestured for her to sit down. I asked her if she had any other questions.
"No." she replied softly.
We ended up talking about anything then I took a wild chance – I asked her out for supper and a date that night. To my surprise she did not hesitate or "hm and ha" about my request.
"Six?" I asked.
Again she eagerly nodded her head.
She left leaving me her address and cell phone number, which was another surprise.
Well, I figured, bachelorhood wasn't too bad after all and I'd had my share of some real dolls, and a few I took out a couple times and let it go at that.
Promptly at six I arrived at her apartment which in my mind left a lot to be desired. Especially for a young girl on her own. It wasn't the best part of town, the multi-plex apartment buildings seemed to have "seedy" written all over them. The back area of the apartments looked like an extension to a scrap metal yard. Use your imagination there.
It was during this time that I had my big old GMC Jimmy 4x4 Suburban with full off-road package. I parked, went up to Jackie's apartment to get her. I saw her car which I knew by now on sight. It wasn't the best thing on the road but that was all she could afford. As I got out of my truck I scanned the area then walked up to her apartment and rang the doorbell. The door almost instantly opened.
Jackie had on tight fitting designer jeans, a sweater and running shoes. Me I had known better and wore jeans and a pull over shirt and my western boots.
"Scott," she said surprised to see me.
I led her down to the truck. She looked at its height as I opened the door for her. She looked back at me with a: "You've got to be kidding me?" look. I started to help her in but Jackie literally hopped in. I chuckled a bit then got in and we were off to my favorite watering hole downtown: a biker's bar that wasn't a biker's bar.
As we drove across town I was able to get a good look at her, I liked the way the seat belt crossed her chest and between her nice small perky breasts making them stand out as individual little mounds. Despite the bulky sweater I knew she had a nice slender waist and nice slender hips. I never understood what it was that until then and I took an interest in her that she let it be known she didn't have a steady boyfriend.
She was a bit surprised when we arrived at Johnny's. I parked in the side parking lot amid lines of Harleys, Victorys, Castle bikes, not to mention a few of the other types.
"A – A biker bar?" Jackie looked at me concerned.
I smiled and said: "It's a biker's bar that's not a biker's bar. Come on."
She opened her door as I went around to help her out. As Jackie let me help her out, I had my hands about her waist. If it weren't for the sweater I probably could have put both hands about her. She gasped as I lowered her to the ground.
I led her into the bar, the music alone would have blasted a person out the door. Along two walls were lined with a battery of TV's tuned to different sports games and an auto race from Europe; there was a live rock band competing with the TV's and crowd. We were met at the door by a gorgeous young blonde, Cindy whom I'd known for a long time. We mostly, due to the noise communicated by hand signals. Jackie, I noticed was checking out Cindy – all biker girl; white short-shorts that redefined short-shorts, her breasts filling the blue tank top to the maximum and sneakers, her long blonde hair tied back with a scrunchie.
Jackie looked around the bar wide eyed at the dozens of bikers and red-necks whom frequented the place on the weekends. She hugged up to me as Cindy led us to an empty table; another young girl appeared out of the crowd with menus. Within minutes she brought us two beers. Most of the time as we talked we had to shout into each other's ears.
Soon we finished and left another couple took our place. When we got to the truck,
Jackie was holding her hands over her ears.
"My ears are ringing," she said squinting at me.
I opened the door and helped her in. "Where do you want to go now?"
Jackie sat at eye level with me. I was looking in to those beautiful green eyes surmounted by the dark rimmed glasses. She shrugged then on impulse I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. I asked: "Just drive?" She nodded surprised at the kiss.
We drove from one end of town to the other and back again before heading back to her place.
Now most guys that I know would have had her inside, door locked, her clothes pulled off her, had her laid on the couch and fucking the hell out of her. I decided to play it cool and I kissed her good-night at the door and left not looking back.
We would see each other at classes and started calling each other in between. I took her out one more time with the truck and decided to treat her to an evening out. I told her it would be a surprise – and no, no biker's bars this time. Someplace special.
If I intended it to be a surprise then I had to do something better than my old faithful truck for a coach for the princess. I went to a rental car agency to rent something better and while there I noticed they had a used car lot where they sold the fleet cars that were replaced by newer models. I noticed one that was just what I would want if I ever decided to buy one – a Buick La Sabre – don't ask me why, it just appealed to me at the time. I finished the paper work for the rental, leaving the truck at the rental lot I drove straight over to Jackie's.
God, what a beauty she was. When I rang the bell for the apartment there was a short pause then it opened. I nearly had my breath taken away as my gaze roved over her body; in class you wouldn't think much of her, dower, mousy look, but now – a beauty: Cinderella remade: a gray and black mini-dress with matching beaded empire waist, a surplice neckline that dipped low showing off a generous amount of her nice full firm breasts; black stockings with open toed high heels.
She looked at me with a smile and a: "Ta-da!" She twirled 360 the dress flaring out at the waist.
"Um, can I say I am speechless than say – beautiful?"
She gave me a beautiful smile and a quick curtsey.
We left her place and I took her to one of the better family owned restaurants, a Korean one which I knew well and the owner, a former Korean first sergeant, Han Lee since retired from the (ROK) Korean army. When we entered we were greeted by one of his daughters, a little dark haired beauty at the door and shown to a table near the back.
I interpreted the menu for her; avoiding a couple I didn't think she would care for. We
almost made it an evening there before finally leaving and heading for one of the local "watering holes".
I began early on in the evening to have some dark thoughts about Jackie; it'd been a while since I had been with a girl like her. We hit a couple clubs downtown then I took her on a "cruise" around town. She liked my car, a Ford even though it was the rental, which surprisingly did not have that annoying console in the middle between the front seats. Jackie unbuckled her seat belt and slid to the middle of the seat to sit close to me.
I drove out of town to a spot I knew not too many other people knew about. At a traffic light I took a chance resting my hand on her knee, testing the waters with her as they say. As we merged with traffic and the speed decreased due in part to slower drivers, I was able to slid my hand along her leg drawing the hem of the skirt up to show the tops of her stockings.
As I slid my hand along her leg I thought she'd take offense and slap me while I was driving. Rather, out of the corner of my eye I could make out in the half light from other cars and street lights a slight smile on her face. I moved my hand a little closer to my goal feeling the sensuous touch of nylon stockings and then the satin garter strap, and bare leg.
Taking a chance with the rental I drove up into the foothills to a back road that led into a tree stand where we'd not be seen. I'd brought a couple other girls here I knew. It was here that they gave themselves to me. I turned the lights out as I turned the car around in the narrow space available. Situated we were looking out over the city lights.
"Like the roof of the world," Jackie said cuddling close to me.
"You want the roof of the world, I'll take you up a few hundred more feet in elevation to the summit."
"Much higher." Of course my thoughts at this point had nothing to do with sight- seeing. I was thinking more in line with getting my hands on her in places that would get her all aroused.
I had my right arm about her shoulders drawing us to the center of the seat; my left was casually sliding along her side and front. I was testing the waters to casually feel her up. My mind was already in a rut as I kissed her our mouths locking and sealing our tongues playing a slow tango.
Jackie drew in a breath as I slid my hand over her feeling her further up to the neck line to feel the satin smoothness of her skin.
Jackie asked in a timid voice around our kisses: "Do I please you, Scott?"
I quickly answered: "Yes. Very much so."
That pretty much decided the course of events for me. I moved my hand down her side to the hem of the dress and her leg to slowly slide it back up her legs and under the hem to her hip. I held my hand at her hip as we kissed; then to my surprise Jackie put her hand on me.
Now as I said, her car had was not exactly the greatest thing on the road but it was all she could afford. The next morning I turned in the rental; looked at what car the rental agency had on their used car lot; himmed and hauued over the Buick then went home. I just started working on a homework problem when the phone rang:
"Scott?" came Jackie's worried voice over the phone.
I smiled at the phone: "`Morning, babe. What's up?"
"I don't know what's wrong with my car."
Huh? Oh great. Living in apartments does not offer you any great opportunities to work on cars. "Be right over."
The parking space next to Jackie's little car was open I backed the beast in beside it. Jackie was downstairs as I opened the back doors of the truck to pull out one of two tool boxes.
I scoped her out with a quick glance: I liked what I saw. Tight fitting designer jeans, tight fitting sweater, and black high heel boots: I swore she poured herself in to this outfit: Nice would be an understatement.
She handed me the key. I got in tried the engine, starter turned but nothing. I thought for
a minute then with the obvious opened the hood, got out a couple wrenches and started with the fuel filter: clogged. "Um, hon. Where do you get your gas?"
I gave her my best look of fatherly disapproval.
She looked at the nearly black micro-screen device then said weakly: "Eight Street.
U-Pump It. It's all I can afford."
I wanted to feel sorry for her: A young girl on her own, going to school and not earning much in the way of money. "That's problem number one. Lousy fuel. Let's see what else I can find."
Jackie leaned against the truck watching as I literally dismantled her car engine in the parking lot. After a while I had a short list of things that needed to be done.
Wiping my hands on a cloth I said: "Tell ya what, I know a guy not far from me who can do the work a heck of a lot quicker and has a garage and the parts on hand."
The first thing she asked: "How much?"
I looked at the engine again, swallowed and said: "Probably an easy two hundred."
Jackie's face turned white as a sheet. "Two hundred!"
I didn't know what else to tell her. "That of course isn't counting the tow or recovery fee."
The girl was close to tears. I asked her as I took her in to my arms: "Do you have towing on your insurance?"
She nodded. I said: "Good let's see what I can do?" I took out my cell phone to call the garage that did some of the major work on the Beast. Luckily he was having a light day work wise, oil changes, lube, tires; stuff like that. Next I called a friend of his with recovery rigs – flat beds. He'd have a truck over in an hour. I knew what that meant: he'd get to us after five wreaks, a couple jump starts, and lunch.
We went up to her apartment to wait for the truck. We sat at the small kitchen table talking for a few minutes then she asked if I wanted tea – she didn't have coffee which was okay with me at this point. After last night with her I liked what we did: She all but let me have my way with her. She got up to make the tea water. When she turned around to fill the tea kettle at the sink I almost glued my eyes to her nice tight little butt. I'm not much of a "butt" man, my attention is always drawn to a girl, or woman's waist and hips, but I couldn't help stare at Jackie's little butt.
I stood up stepped up behind Jackie putting my arms about her waist and kissing her on
the neck as I slid my hand along her side and up to her breasts. I had the girl pinned against the sink as I moved the other hand down to her waist and front. I caressed her for a moment as I held her.
Jackie drew in a sharp breath setting the tea pot in the sink as she grabbed the counter for support.
"Oh, Scott," she sighed as I caressed her moving my hand up to the belt and snap and zipper.
"Mmm, yes. Don't stop…" Jackie sighed as I felt her up. Then she said in a soft voice: "Be gentle Scott – please. I – I'm …"
My mind did somersaults on that one. I was about to be her first.
"Sssssh, sweet heart just relax and enjoy this…"
I held her in place with my weight as I took the sweater at her waist to pull it off over her head tossing it aside. I drew in a sharp breath at the sight of the light blue satin bra. My lustful thought was: God this girl is beautiful! And no boyfriend.
Kissing her on the neck I managed to turn her to face me
"Oh, Scott – please …"
Just at that point I scooped her up in my arms; she squealed as I held her for a moment then took her in to the front room, laid her on the sofa. Jessica looked up at me with a twinge of fear. She knew then I wanted nothing less than to take her and possess her.
We broke our kiss as I boosted myself up when there was a ringing of the doorbell.
Huh? "Oh shit! I bet that's the truck."
Jackie was suddenly scared. We got up scrambling to our feet; I pulled my pants up as the doorbell was rung a second time.
"Coming!" I called.
Jackie grabbed her sweater off the floor where I'd tossed it and went back to the bedroom to finish putting herself back together. I opened the door to Bubba's cousin. I took one look at him, my first thought was: I bet he bench presses Harley motorcycles for exercise.
"Miss Bowman?" he asked in a gravelly voice.
"Yeah. Hon, where are the car keys?"
"By the door on the hook," Jackie called from the back.
The guy had a smirk on his face. He knew what we were doing when he got there.
I grabbed my jacket and Stetson hat and we went down to begin putting the car on the truck. As we were winching the car onto the flat bed Jackie came downstairs. I still think the girl is one fine little fox. The driver peered out from under the car where we were hooking the chains on to the truck bed to secure it; I know he liked what he saw – all girl.
Jackie watched us finish chaining the car down to the truck. I told the driver where to take it. We would follow. I helped Jackie in to the Suburban, got in and followed the truck over to Jeff's Auto and Truck Service.
We got to Jeff Mann's garage a short time later. Jeff's, compared to most garages in this town would be considered a sleazy place; basically on the wrong side of the interstate, low income neighborhood, looks like he'd go out of business tomorrow. However, he's lasted longer than most of the fancy outfits. Jackie had a sick look on her face when she saw the place. Bubba dropped the car beside the garage.
He took down the rest of Jackie's information on the insurance finished the paperwork and off he went. Jeff had the hood open and in an instant he saw about the same things I did.
He looked up and said: "Monday."
I looked at Jackie, she nodded her head then she asked in a timid voice: "How much?"
Jeff looked at the engine again: "About one-fifty to maybe two hundred. I'll do what I can to keep it down for ya."
I thought she'd faint. I decided I'd lost a good couple hours of study on my school work, what the hell? Jackie had no place to go but home at this point. I decided to check out that car rental place and the Buick again. As I pulled out onto the street Jackie slid across the seat to sit beside me. Poor kid was depressed by Jeff's verdict.
I could see she was quickly attaching herself to me. I got to the rental place a few minutes later. The same guy who took care of me before was still there playing solitaire; no customers. I made his day. I checked the time, still an hour before the banks closed. I damned near had him lying on the floor. I wrote a check out for five hundred to hold the car then called my bank and favorite clerk: "Lisa, `morning, hone. Scott Harrison. Got a few minutes?"
"What do you need Scott?" she asked in her best sexy voice.
"A counter check for fifteen thousand from my account..." and gave her the information, "and I'll be right there."
Jackie looked at me astounded. The guy's jaw was sagging open in a gap.
By one o'clock I rented a U-Haul car trailer went back to the rental place: I swear the guy musta damned near killed himself getting the car ready for me to hand him the counter check from the bank – it pays to know people, especially a sweet heart like Lisa at the bank.
Jackie couldn't get over the fact I was able to get the car without all the usual hassle of financing.
"Saved," I told her. "Twenty-two years' worth."
It was two o'clock in the afternoon by the time we got back to my place with the car,
dropped it off took the trailer back to the U-Haul dealer and back to my place. She wasn't
anxious to go home yet; she wanted to be with me for a while longer. A while longer turned in to Monday morning.
We got up to my apartment. We'd skipped lunch in all the running around, I ordered out for Chinese from a place close by. In the meantime I showed her my study area which was supposed to be the second bedroom.
I asked: "How much studying did you get done yesterday?"
"Just English and Humanities."
I already had all that mundane stuff covered while on active duty.
"How about coding?" I asked.
She shook her head. I had a good head start on the work before she called me. Her books were at her place, we sat together in my study my books between us, by the time the
delivery got to us, we were well in to our studies.
We stopped to take a break when the doorbell rang; the delivery man handed me the bag
with the food and me him the money. Jackie found plates and other things while I unpacked the bag, within minutes we were enjoying a decent meal that evening. When we were finished and placing the dishes in the sink, I picked up where we left off when the car recovery truck arrived to pick up her car. I had Jackie once more pinned against the sink; I took her glasses off laying them to the side as I kissed her neck leaving a couple nice hickies. I slid my hands along her sides then slid my left hand up under the sweater to feel her up, savoring the feel of her satin smooth skin.
Jackie was sighing with the feel of my hands on her as I fondled and caressed her; I had an instant hard on in no time. She gripped the counter as she rubbed her butt against my raging hard on. She was sighing with pleasure as she rubbed herself against me. This was nearly a repeat performance of the first time. I turned Jackie around to face me. I pulled the sweater off her, tossed it aside. The look in her eyes was pure ecstasy.
She said in a soft timid voice, begging me: "Be gentle, Scott – please."
Why this did not surprise me.
Jackie was breathing hard now as I kissed her. The girl moaned again as I began kissing her again up to her breasts then in a deft move I stood to scoop her off her feet and carry her in to the bed room.
She looked up at me with a mixture of fear and wonder in her eyes.
On Monday Jackie's eyes and body language let the other women in the class know
without a doubt I was hers: Hands off girls, he's mine.
After classes I took Jackie over to Jeff's service to pick up her car. She was in near tears as she looked at the bill, which wasn't half what I thought it could have been: $145.00 even.
I followed her back to her place. She parked, I stopped behind her to assure everything was okay. I got out walking over to her as she got out of her car. She stood on her toes to throw her arms about my neck to kiss me.
"Don't go, Scott stay a while."
I know what she wanted and I would definitely oblige the girl her desire.
I parked the truck in an empty space not far from her apartment. We went up to the apartment together. I don't think she could wait until we got inside. I had awoken the woman needs in a young girl that weekend.
However, once inside and the door closed and locked I had my arms about her waist. That day at school for the first time in weeks she wore a light skirt and blouse. We kissed wildly as I felt up her lithe young body. Her breasts and hips pressed against me, she began moving her hips, her pussy rubbing against my engorged cock. That day during class it was all I could do to keep my eyes off her and off her legs; the skirt had ridden up her nice slender legs enough to give me some dark thoughts of what I wanted to do to her now.
Jackie sighed as I slid my hands along her body, my right feeling her beautiful young breasts, the other I slid down to her waist and hips and then her upper thighs drawing the skirt up to her hips.
She said after a moment: "Can I tell you something, Scott?"
She lay her head against my shoulder as she said softly: "I've had dreams, fantasies about a man doing this to me … taking me like this." She lifted her eyes to gaze in to mine. "You've been the first to do these things to me."
I said in a gentle tone: "I know you never had another guy besides me take an interest in
Jackie nodded her head: "I'd have a date maybe once or twice but nothing ever came of it."
I moved closer to her to kiss her face and neck laying her on her back again to kiss her chest and breasts. As I kissed her young body all over, I said: "Their loss, my gain."
We continued studying together and seeing each other; which meant that we did not regret our love affair, there was no problem there. Came Christmas break we planned ahead for that event; we mutually decided to stay put and have Christmas at my apartment which meant buying all the trappings.
Planning ahead for spring break, I decided Jackie needed a change, something we could do special. I found a resort listed on the internet which the college set ignored for the south; this was a bit more mature. They listed several rental condos which were appealing and with decent
Views, not to mention the price tag was appealing.
I rented one for the week. This would be a week of lust and love making. Jackie was willing and ready to do my bidding.
On the drive up to the resort she wore a dark shaded tight fitting shirt and nice loose matching mini-skirt and cork soled wedge shoes. When I helped her up into the truck the skirt rode up her legs in a very tantalizing manner.
During the drive air blowing through the truck with the windows down, the skirt had ridden further up her nice smooth legs. It was hell keeping my eyes on the road and not want to scope out her more. My mind was doing flip-flops imaging what she was going to be like in the next hour.
I stopped by the resort office to check us in, pick up the keys and get directions to the cabin, one of several located on the side of the hill. Now I am glad I did drive the truck, the road was not paved and needed some maintenance.
We were not inside the cabin, suit cases set aside when I had my arms around her. Jackie turned in my arms as she began moving and rubbing herself against me.
"Somebody has a problem," she cooed.
I backed her toward the sofa, sat down with her on my lap; Jackie wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me and nuzzling my neck.
However, although we loved each other good things had to come to an end. A month later Jackie had to drop out of school due to problems at home. I know if our affair had gone any further we'd have been married that summer.