TRISH'S BANGS EASILY KEPT ME ON HER TRAIL

Our tuna base mixed with your favorite spread on white bread.  

Our tuna base mixed with your favorite spread and both black and green olives and served in pocket.  

Our tuna base mixed with your favorite spread and celery, red onions and green peppers on toasted white bread.  

Our tuna base mixed with sweet pickle relish on rye bread.  

Our tuna base mixed with your favorite spread and dill or India pickle relish on sourdough bread.  

Our tuna base mixed with your favorite spread with both sweet and dill or India pickle relish on Texas toast.  

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Tuna Salad Sandwich or Tuna Salad Club Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

Then with a trip to our extra item bar for any additional items that will make your sandwich a true masterpiece. Here's where you decide what additional items that you want to go with your Tuna Salad Sandwich.

At your request, we'll toss in a teaspoon of each ingredient you choose into your favorite spread. You can select just one item or each and every item we have listed below, as the potential combinations are endless.

Because I have always liked my Tuna Salad Sandwiches on the sweet side. I have them filled with Sweet Pickle Relish instead of Dill or India Pickle Relish and topped with a LOT finisher.

Sweet Pickle Relish, Dill or India Pickle Relish, Celery, Onions (red, green and white), Tomatoes, Bell Peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) Olives (black and green), Jalapeno and Roasted Peppers. 

Then if you want to give your Tuna Salad Sandwich's some added kick. Just ask us to add some of our Homemade Three Pepper Paste or 3-P to your favorite spread.

If you tell us Turn up the Heat, we’ll mix in one teaspoon. But if you tell us to Set it on Fire, we’ll mix in two teaspoons. Or if you want us to Make it Burn Baby, we’ll mix in three teaspoons.  

Wearing latex gloves we remove the stems on five or six dried Chipole and Habanro peppers.

Then we slice each pepper and under cold running water to remove the seeds and membrane. And after all the peppers have been rinsed and cleaned, we cook them over a low heat in four cups of water. While their cooking, we cut the stems and tips off five or six Jalapeño peppers, which is the third pepper in our homemade paste. Next we slice and rinse the center portion of the Jalapeños and finely chop them for the additional item bar. Once we remove the meat from around the stem and toss it in the pot with the tips. Now we dice up about a half-cup of each red and yellow onion’s and green and red bell peppers.

When the peppers are done cooking and cooled, we place them in the blender with the onions, bell peppers, and the crushed cloves of a whole garlic bulb with a tablespoon of each of the following ingredients. Paprika, cumin, salt and course ground black pepper.

Lastly using some of the water we cooked the peppers in, we add it in slowly to our blended mix. As we're looking for the consistency of oatmeal and the ability to stick to an upturned spoon without falling off.

Once we achieve this, it's off to the fridge in a covered bowl. Where it will last about a week or until it's needed to add some extra heat to you’re favorite spread on any of our sandwiches.   

After running into Hope one morning, I met Trish later at the night club where she tended bar.

At any given time in my life, I have fallen victim to one of more of these potential Nemesis.

After running into Hope one morning, I met Trish later at the night club where she tended bar. 

In order to get to know Trish better, I felt that I had to spend some time with her at the bar first.

For almost three month's I had wait for a seat to open up at the bar, so I could talk to Trish.

Trish's roommate bailed on her right before the rent was due. so I made her an offer.

So without giving it a second thought, I stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt right there in front of my locker. Then I just grabbed my soap dish with a bar of coast soap inside and my flip flop or trusty pair of shower shoes. And very proudly walked into the head, water closet, bathroom, shower or whatever else you want to call it. But almost as soon as the water hit me and I began to lather up. I thought about Gwen and the very first time I took her out to dinner.

You see, Gwen was very proud of herself, that day when she got all of her paperwork back in order. Like her drivers license, car insurance and registration. So to celebrate, she bought herself a new dress, with a zipper in front of it and going from the collar all the way down to the hemline.

I only suggested that she get one and it wear for her old boyfriend, if they ever got back together again. Anyway, Gwen wanted to wear it and only it for me first. And almost as soon as we were seated and our hostess Diane took our drink order, leaving us with just the menus. I asked Gwen to unzip her dress for me as far as she dared to. But to my utter surprise, Gwen unzipped it all the way down and just sat like that during our entire meal.

And by the way our waiter Dale kept ogling Gwen; I could have sworn that they were old friends. But they weren’t. Plus there were many times that I watched Dale walk completely out of his way. Just to try and catch another glimpse of Gwen and her partially exposed body.

Then I thought to myself. “What if Gwen was also wearing three clothespins that evening too, would Dale have looked at her any differently, any longer or any harder? Or would he have tried to accidentally get Gwen to open up her dress just a little bit further by accidentally bumping into her. Just to get a peek at her added propeller blades or to try and locate their anchor point?”

If I had only thought about it back then. I would have simply added a third clothespin with Gwen’s clitoris trapped within its jaws as an anchor point. Then after I wound up her propeller blades as far as I possibly could. I could have used some of Gwen’s puppet strings or rubber bands to hold those blades in place. By simply attaching them to that single anchor point centered right between Gwen’s legs. And hopefully the constant twisting and pressure would have just added a whole dimension to her constantly building excitement level while we sat there eating our meal. 

Or what if I simply told Gwen to let Dale see just how far her propeller bladed nipples were wound up. To see exactly how tight her strings were pulling on both ends of the clothespin attached to that single anchor point. And with those two strings pulling outwards on each ear of that single anchor clothespin. The other end, the business end or the side with the jaws, would be pinching Gwen’s clit even harder between them.

Plus I'm pretty sure that Gwen would have easily shown Dale all of her lady bits. Along with anything that was attached to them, if I simply asked her too. But even without the clothespins attached and right after dinner, when we were in the restaurants parking lot. Gwen didn’t even wait for me to unlock my van before she was completely out of that dress and completely naked.

And she also had my jeans down around my ankles too, all because she wanted me to fuck her so bad. Not wanting to be the son of a bitch that I very easily could have been, by making Gwen wait until we got home before I fucked her. I just grabbed a hold of her other leg after she got one knee up inside my van and held her there. Then I simply started finger fucking her right there in the parking lot and in full view of anyone who was also in the parking lot at the time.

And during the five or six minutes that I was doing so, I managed to kick off my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt too. Then after tossing all of our discarded clothing inside my van, I soon followed them and physically started fucking the shit out of Gwen doggie style with both side doors still wide open.

Which in hind-sight, I was glad that I didn’t close the doors. Because I didn’t even get to finish fucking her, when Gwen quickly pushed me away and grabbed her zippered dress off the floor. Then while Gwen was putting it back on, she started running towards the restaurant again. And she just managed to zip it back up before she walked in the front door.

Now with all those times that my parents told us kids to go to the bathroom before we went anywhere in mind. They also could have easily helped Gwen out and would have come in handy for her today too. Although, I didn’t get to cum inside Gwen before she had to run back inside the restaurant. Just watching her trying to get dressed while she was running was well worth it.

But since Gwen passed on both opportunities to use the restroom or empty her bladder when she could have. The first time was when we arrived and I asked if she had to go. But when she passed, I asked her to unzip her dress as far as she dared to and to keep it unzipped until we got ready to leave.

Then I asked her again, when we finished eating, if she needed to use the powder room before we left. But Gwen simply said that she was fine. But she really needed to get fucked and the sooner the better. So Gwen passed on that opportunity too. But I guess the added friction of a finger or cock rapidly sliding in and out of her, convinced her bladder that she needed to go. And if it were me, I would have simply took a wiz out in public, like I did many times before.

Plus the entire time we were together, I never let her forget it either. Because from that point on, whenever we were about to engage in sexual activities, I always asked Gwen if she needed to powder her nose, pop a squat or take a dump. Before I tied her up or stuck my dick inside her pussy or mouth. And each and every time I asked her, Gwen would simply giggle and say. “No Larry, I’m good!”

Plus during the entire time that we were together and the other times that Gwen wore that dress out to dinner or to see a movie, her little restaurant incident never happened again. But I did tell Gwen that if we ever found a restaurant with glass tabletops, she was not only going to be wearing that very same dress again. But with the added stipulation that she would be doing so without a place mat and have the handle of one of her many hair brushes stuffed into her pussy while we ate too.

And without a place mat to hide underneath, our waiter or waitress would be able to clearly see it sticking out of her twat every time they removed her plate from the table. But we never did manage to find one before I had to deploy. So that little wish or desire of mine still remains unfulfilled to this date.

Anyway back on the ship. As I watched my freshly expended cum slowly make its way towards the drain, I finished up my shower. And because I deliberately left my towel in my locker, I walked back out towards it dripping wet. Then standing there, I took my time drying off and getting dressed again.

Also because I still didn’t see hind or hair of another living soul, I decided to head up towards the mess decks, chow hall or dining room to see what was for dinner. I just hoped, no pun intended, that it wasn’t sliders. Because I already had two Big Macs for lunch earlier and didn’t want to have two more of them for dinner as well.

Fortunately for me, it was chicken pot pie, egg noodles, simmered peas and cornbread, along with a fresh salad bar, assorted fruits and white sheet cake for desert. After grabbing something to drink, because jerking off knocks the wind out of you sometimes.

The ship started to spring back to life again. Later I found out that they had just finished having a fire drill and were up in one of the hanger bays holding their post fire drill critique. And that’s why the ship looked like a ghost town when I got here.

But I still managed to sneak in a jerk off session and being naked on a ship full of guys for almost ten minutes without being disturbed. Now in my book, that’s what I would consider a lucky day, though sticking my dick in Joanne would have easily trumped it. Since I still had well over an hour until dinner, I decided to climb into my rack until than and catch a nooner or what some of us sailors referred to as an afternoon nap.

So I kicked off my Converse All Stars and still wearing my jeans and t-shirt, I set my alarm and went to bed. And as soon as my alarm went off, I hopped out of bed, threw my sneakers back on, took a leak and went up to the Mess Decks to grab some chow. As I slowly made my way to the front of the line, I thought about one of the few times that I stood here like this with Lance, Lilly and Helen. And we were surrounded by guys, while the girls were only wearing trench coats or raincoats with nothing on underneath them.

The first time was when the ship was having meatloaf, while the second and finale time was when the ship was having surf and turf or steak and lobster tails. And I got to finger fuck Helen both times with a room full of guys either sitting all around us or standing right next to the table talking. But that was a long time ago, on a different ship and in a different home port.

But I still wanted to do that again, right here with Hope. Who was the dependent daughter of a Colonel in the Marine Corps. And I wanted to do it this time, on this ship and on this Naval Base in Charleston South Carolina. The only problem was that I wasn’t currently seeing or dating Hope. In fact, I wasn’t seeing or dating anyone at the time. So with the fully erect boner was now in my pants, I vowed to try and change that tonight.

Now that I was at the front of the line, I asked the Food Service Attendant (FSA) or Mess Crank (Crank), at least that’s what we called the sailors who helped the cooks out on a daily basis. Which to be quite honest with you all reading this, wasn’t a bad gig at all if you were an E-4 or below.

Except for the E-5 or E-6 that was usually assigned as the Mess Decks Master at Arms, who was actually in charge and responsible for all the FSA’s or Cranks. Though you still had to work on and keep up with your original department and divisional qualifications and training requirements too.

But all in all, while the ship was in port, you got to go home every night with no duty days. And while the ship was underway, you didn’t have to stand any watches either. The only down side was that your days started earlier then everyone else did and sometimes were longer too.

And I totally loved both times I had to do so, with my first 90 day stint being mostly underway. While during my second tour, as it was sometimes called, the ship was in port the entire 90 days that I was assigned to work on the mess decks.

Anyway when it was my turn to place my order, I asked Charlie, the FSA to simply fill my tray with as much buttered noodles and chicken pot pie that he could. Without getting yelled at by one of the cooks then just toss the simmered peas right on top of that.

You see, not only were the cooks worried about running out of food before everyone got a chance to eat. But they were also under pressure to keep the portion sizes small in order to keep the sailors waistlines small at the same time. Also at some commands, they were working with professional nutritionists in an effort to help make healthier meals and food choices for us to eat as well.

And to Charlie’s credit, he practically gave me a double portion of everything that I requested. In fact, it was so much food that I had to skip the salad and desert just to finish it all. This wasn’t my first or the last unhealthy meal choice that I made while I served in the navy. Plus since I was just killing time anyway, I took my time eating and cleaning my plate too.

So after finishing dinner and with my dream about Hope, along with my before dinner boner still a distinct memory. I went down to the head or bathroom to take a dump. Or as Sheri liked to call the bathroom that she shared with Karen and Mike, her library, her study or her reading room.

Then around fifteen minutes later, I was walking down the pier towards my van. A short time after that, I was back on the road again, heading off base and for parts unknown. You see I was out looking for an adventure and a place to simply hang out for a while. And whether it lasted all night long or just a few hours, with any luck I just might find my next ex girlfriend.

Well anyway, here’s to a second beginning or the next chapter in my dating life. And to be quite honest with all of you reading this chapter of Trish’s story. I have never really had much success whenever broads, booze or bars were concerned, whether I was drunk or stone cold sober.

Especially when I was living in the bottom of a gin bottle and almost as soon as I finished one bottle, I was getting ready to start working on another one. Plus I was constantly looking to get that new bottle emptied just so I could move onto another one for a brief period of time.

And the same thing went for the women in my life too. Because almost as soon as one girlfriend decided to leave or I dumped her, I was already looking for my next one. But in some cases, I started looking before my current partner even left. Now with all of that in mind and also being both faithfully and firmly seated on the wagon again, all because of Hope. 

After closing the bar, with a couple of other patrons, I got in my van and stripped out of my clothes. This consisted of a pair of Levis 501 button fly jeans and a t-shirt. And patiently waited for someone to join me, but no one did. So I decided that I simply needed to put in the time, and hopefully someday either Trish or Betty would finally join me.

And unlike Emily old saying, “There’s nothing like a roll in the hay to start your day.”

Then if Trish or Betty ended up joining me here, in the back of my van, I would have quickly changed it to. “There’s nothing like a little roll in the hay to end your day.”

Then as the minutes slowly ticked by, I just jerked off instead. And for the first time in a very long time, I jerked off while I was thinking about Emily. Because she absolutely loved it when I sent her off to work with one of my bright red hand prints tattooed on one or both of her ass cheeks. Plus Emily also loved to fuck doggie style, my absolute favorite sexual position. And she also liked having her hair pulled, sometimes hard too.

Plus spanking Emily’s ass and leaving those hand prints also reminded me of Fay and Chaz who was constantly tattooing his hand print on Fays much smaller ass. Plus unlike Chaz’s red hand prints almost completely covering Fay’s ass cheeks, mine looked like a postage stamps floating in a bathtub on Emily’s pale white ass.

And a few minutes later, with my cock still semi-hard, I jerked off again. While I thought about plastering Trish’s bangs to her forehead, and letting them dry like that overnight as she slept. Then before I finally fell asleep and with my cock still in hand, I jerked off a third time while I was thinking about Betty giving me a blow job. As I very slowly guided her lips and mouth over my rigid shaft by lightly pulling on the stray light brown tendrils of her hair that I pretended were coiled around my fingers.

And as the light of a new day pierced the windows of my van, I awoke with my cock still in hand. And my chest, stomach and abdomen thinly coated with stale semi-dried goo. Then after turning on the AM/FM radio, I rolled out of bed to get cleaned up. And that meant, yet another baby-wipe style bird bath, only this time using bottled water from my portable shower instead of toilet water.

So after cleaning up, I seriously thought about what I wanted to do until the bar opened up again. And get another chance to check Trish out, hopefully without Betty this time. Although she did turn out to be a very nice little distraction and for a while kept my mind entertained. But once I bellied up to the bar, it was all about Trish.

Anyway, since it was only a little past eight in the morning. I decided to grab some breakfast, while I figured out how to spend the rest of my Sunday morning and afternoon. Plus because I missed out on my sausage McMuffin’s with no egg yesterday. McDonald’s for breakfast sounded like a very good idea to me.

Now with that figured out, it was time for me to get dressed. Then after climbing up into the cockpit of my bright orange neon sign that was shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline van, I was off on anther adventure. Only this time, I was in search of the nearest McDonald’s. And after spotting the golden arches on the horizon, I headed straight for them.

When I arrived in the parking lot, there were less than a dozen cars already parked and a few more cars waiting in the drive through. But because I was out for an adventure, the drive through was totally out of the question. Since I was still pretty close to Monk’s Corner, I wanted to see who else was out and about at 8:30 on a Sunday morning in this neck of the woods. So I parked my van and strolled inside.

But when I got there I was totally disappointed. Because there was only one chick working the register and three guys in the back that were making the food. One of which, I assumed was the manager. Plus two other guys seated in the dining area. And the girl, who was taking orders, wasn’t even wearing her name tag. Anyway, she was about my height at about five feet nine or ten inches tall and looked to weigh around 170 or 180 pounds.

She had dirty blonde hair that was wound up into a very tight bun. That looked like a hurricane couldn’t even unravel. 

Although she did have a very perky set of grapefruits planted on her chest and pale green eyes. But her ass must have been wound up tighter than her bun was. Because when I placing my order for two sausage McMuffin’s with no egg and two orange juices and asked her name. All I got back was my total and thank you sir. So I simply named her Bun Bitch.

After Bun Bitch put my order on a try, I sat in the dining area with my back towards her. And because the other two dudes, both seated at different tables were nothing to write home about. I didn’t include them here either. On a sad note though, no one else stepped foot in the joint then entire twenty minutes or so, that it took me to polish off my meal. So this adventure turned out to be a bust. And even Bun Bitch wasn’t even worth jerking off too.

Instead when I got back inside my van, I drove straight back to the base and my ship. Once I was aboard, I just kicked off my Converse All Stars and went straight to bed. And quickly fell asleep, jeans, t-shirt and all. Now keep this in mind. It was an unwritten rule that you’re not allowed to be in you rack (bed) with your working or civilian clothes on. Working clothes meaning dungaree pants and shirt or coveralls.

And because some sailors slept in anything from shorts to jogging pans, underwear to butt ass naked, like I did. We were giving a bit more leniency when it came to civilian attire. But jeans and a t-shirt could in no way; shape or form could be considered sleep wear.

Unless of course you were either drunk, a few sheets in the wind, half blind or completely passed out. Which I was more times than I care to count after my divorce with Suzan, until Lance, Lilly and Helen pulled me out of a gin bottle.

But when Candee left me for another woman, named Antonia or Toni, I found myself knee deep in another gin bottle. And it was Hope who pulled me out this time. After I ran into her by hitting her mom’s car with my van yesterday morning and she made me promise not to drink anymore. Anyway with one full day of sobriety under my belt, at least for now, so far so good.

While I slept, I dreamt about Hope and what if she turned out to be another Bun Bitch. And she called base police on me right away, instead of giving me three hours to sober up a bit. I would have most likely spent the night in the brig (a jail for sailors that’s on base). That is, if the ship didn’t rescue me from jail and restricted me to the ship. I might be in the process of getting discharged from the navy with a Big Chicken Dinner. Or a Bad Conduct Discharge.

But it was because of Hope’s kindness that I was able to meet Trish and Betty in the bar last night. So I owed her big time for that, as well as not turning me into the base police. Plus I so wanted to tangle my fingers in her curly blonde hair. More than I wanted to plaster Trish’s bangs to her forehead. Or wrap my index fingers around Betty’s loose brown tresses and force her to swallow my cock whole.

So with a boner playing hide and seek inside my 501’s, I hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. And once I was safely tucked away behind one of the stall doors. I thought about repaying Hope’s kindness by tightly closing both fists in her curly locks and fucking the shit out of her. Just like I wanted to do to Fay when we played our little cock and muff game, back when I was still a seventeen year old virgin.

You see, back in the day. When I showed Fay my cock, she would sometimes show me her muff. Hence the name, Fay’s cock and muff game. On average, I was showing Fay my cock around a dozen or so times a day. But I was only jerking off for her about half that number of times. Plus almost every time, Fay also wanted to inhale the pungent aroma of my penis puss.

At first she stated doing it right off my hand after I ejaculated in it. Then she spent a few days down on her hands and knees sniffing it off the floor. But after that, Fay had me start jerking off into the saucer of her favorite cup and saucer set, which she used for coffee every day. And whether it was my own fist, off the floor or from her favorite saucer, Fay enjoyed watching me lick up my spilled seed when she was finished inhaling it.

And sometimes when I was completely naked and jerking off for her. As if she was a bitch in heat, I would follow Fay and that saucer around the house until she finally put it down for me. And it didn’t matter where she set it down, on her bed, or somewhere else inside her apartment, out the front hall or in front of her tenant’s apartment door. I had to lick it clean and have another hard-on before I could return it to her and get dressed again.  

Then in return for my faithful service, two or three times a week. Fay would show me her lady bits. Sometimes just one of her apple blossoms, other times her entire apple orchard. And when Fay wasn’t just as naked as I was, she would let me see the golden red hair of her bearded clam. Plus it was full grown too. And her beaver pelt went from one inner thigh to the other. Plus it also went from her light pink colored asshole to just a few inches short of her belly button.

But it was because of Fay’s wild and overgrown field, along with Abby’s well groomed and manicured lawn. And all because they were the first and second naked ladies that I saw in the flesh. Plus they were the reason that I liked girls who sported long pussy hair, and the longer the better. Even though bald twats have their advantages too, trying to find a hidden clit in a brier patch was a lot more fun. Then having one just sitting out in the open and waiting for you to start licking it. Which I also enjoyed doing.

Anyway, back on the ship. After I finished jerking off to one of Fay’s fond memories, I went to my locker and got undressed. Then I jumped back into my rack butt ass naked this time and went back to sleep. Where even more thought of Fay filled my mind. Like the first time she crawled in bed with me. And even though I shared a room with her son Clyde, Fay still dropped her robe and climbed in naked.

Then lying on her side, with her apple dumplings and fuzzy bush pressed against my side. Fay hiked one leg over mine and asked me to jerk off for her. At first it was kind of hard to get started, because Clyde was snoring about twenty feet away. But once Fay started tracing tiny circles around my nipples with her finger, I completely forgot all about Clyde. And I had absolutely no trouble jerking off at all.

And in less than three minutes when I finished ejaculating, Fay put her ear right between my nipples and started inhaling. But once I got a whiff of the strawberry scented shampoo in her golden red hair. All I thought about was fucking a pint of fresh strawberries. Plus the more I thought about it, the faster and harder my dick grew. And right before Fay’s bright green eyes too.

Once my dick was full grown again and without moving her head, Fay softly said. “Mommy wants you to jerk off for her again, but she doesn’t want you to get any of your cum on her face of in her hair. Do you understand?”

After swallowing hard, I just as softly replied. “Yes Mommy, I understand.”

Which in a way made our cock and muff games kind of strange if not weird. Because Fay always called Chaz Daddy, even when we were at the dinner table. And she made me call her Mommy when ever we were playing our little game. So in a weird or kinky sort of way, that made Chaz my Grandfather and Clyde my brother. The games people play.

Anyway, because of Fay’s positioning on my upper chest, there was practically no way that I could miss hitting her face or hair with some splatter. Because even it I pointed my cock down towards my lower abdomen, I still might catch her with a rebound or a ricochet shot.

So when nothing else came to mind. I simply decide to just ejaculate and try to catch everything in my fist; like I’ve done when Fay was even closer then she was now. But this was also the first time that I was laying on my back and jerking off for her.

Now with that said, and little other choice. In less than seven minutes this time, I busted another nut in bed with Fay lying right beside me. And before my nuts were finished pumping, Fay said. “Now open your hand for mommy, so she can smell.”

And when I did, the last few shots simply rolled off the palm of my hand and pooled just past my index finger. As Fay pulled my hand closer to her nose, she just inhaled deeply and held her breath. Then as the seconds slowly ticked by, Fay would exhale before taking another deep breath.

After five or six minutes of this, Fay finally said. “Mommy wants you to clean up both your messes with just your fingers. And mommy will stay here with you until you’re finished.”

Which I was absolutely ecstatic about, because not only was Fay the first girl, woman or lady that I was in bed with naked. But she was also the first woman that I jerked off in bed next too. So Fay added a few more first’s to my ever growing list of first time sexual encounters.

And so far, that was my first naked redhead, the first woman to actually watch me jerk off. And the only woman to make me lick my spunk up after I ejaculated, because ever since that first time, I’ve done it willingly ever since.

Fay was also the first woman to let me taste and lick her lady fluids. After she made me bust a nut right on top of hers and mix them up with the tip of my cock. She was the first woman to let me ejaculate on her face, although she was wearing a pair of panties over her head at the time.

So I’m not really sure if Guinness would actually count that. But I did. And to top all that off, Fay showed me exactly where her clit was. So I could spank it with a wooden spoon, while she buried her face and nose in my nut sack. Dam, I truly miss her cock and muff games.

Although Fay never actually helped me break my virginity cherry, that honor was Suzan’s. Fay did assist me in breaking a few other ones that you can read about in various other books and chapters. And it was mostly because of Fay, who molded me into the man and person that I am today. Anyway, back to Trish’s story.

But the real reason that I was hanging out at that particular bar for the next two weeks every night that I didn’t have duty until closing time. Was because of this cute bartender named Trish and I wanted to bang her. Plus I also wanted to try and plaster Trish’s bangs to her forehead, with some of my special hand-pumped Plaster of Larry.

So in order to do that, I had to put in the time and get to know Trish a little bit better. And at the same time, I had to give Trish the opportunity to get to know me better too. So if we were at least semi compatible, maybe someday we could give it a go.

After Hope and I split, I spent a little over three weeks with my belly up to the bar. While attempting to get to know Trish a little bit better. With the First and most important item on my list being, she wasn’t seeing, dating or married to anyone. And in my eyes that was almost like getting to first base, with a stand up single. 

Because with no steady source of cock, Trish just might be itching to get some. And I would be more then willing to let her take a test drive on my dick, anytime she needed one. Then with any luck, Trish just might enjoy the ride enough to make enough room for me at her place.

And the second juicy little tidbit I discovered was. That Trish has been living in an apartment with the waitress Betty for almost two years now. And before that, it was her boyfriend Kevin. And that to me was what I would consider a stand up double, or getting to second base. 

Because it might have been almost two years since Trish got laid. Well, at least on a steady basis. So her twat might be in the mood for a little heavy petting and some hard in and out action too.

The third piece of information was what days Trish worked and which ones she had off. So armed with that knowledge, I totally used it to my advantage, to maximize my time with her. And I did this by switching out as many duty days as I could. So I had duty on Trish’s days off. 

Because I didn’t feel that I was ready to invade her personal space or life just yet, by trying to ask her out on a date. Plus if she no thanks, that could ruin any potential future chances too. And this way, I could simply bide my time, until the time was right. And Trish was ripe for the picking.

And the last few shreds of info I gathered was some of Trish’s likes and dislikes. Because she loved going to drive in movies and inside an orange van is a perfect way to see one. Because you could always back in and lay on the platform bed while you’re watching the film. 

Plus, if it’s a chick flick, she might even be in the mood for a little romantic action of her own. And that also has the potential of turning into an actual kink, by loving to have sex during the movie at the local drive in. Plus it might have also been two years since Trish went to one. Since most people usually don’t go to one alone.

Trish liked to curl up on the couch and watch scary movies. And even though I’ve never really been a fan of that genre or type of movies, I’d be willing to bite the bullet for her on this one. Because when she’s scared, who better to turn to for comfort and calm in an emotional storm. I couldn’t think of a better person than yours truly. Because with my international delegation of woman pleasures, I always have something cater to your every whim and desire.

Like my French tongue, who’s ready to spring into action at any given moment. My two Roman hands, who are always willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good of the female anatomy. And deliver my ten Russian fingers to any location on her body, where there needed the most. And that could be anything from a gentle caress to forging ahead into her hidden depths.

Lastly or bringing up the rear, so to speak. Is also the figurehead of the entire operation, and my good old trusty American Fighting Cock. Who over the years has found himself in some pretty hairy situations too. And he’s even woken up a few times in the evil clutches of various foes.

Plus he’s also found himself all alone in the dark a few times as well. And some of these villains even tried to suck the life right out of him. Not to mention his most dreaded foe, the fearsome five fingered fist of fate. That he’s never won or survived a single encounter with him, yet. 

You see Trish was in the service industry, and didn’t like to go out to eat. Because as a bartender, she waited on people all day, well actually night, and didn’t want people waiting on her. So she stayed home and cooked, i.e. used the microwave, a lot.

But occasionally she still liked to do out to dinner too. Plus Trish was a simple girl, who didn’t need to have the latest gadget, heck she even told me that she had a rotary phone at home. 

And that was music to my ears. After dating and pampering Hope for three months. Because she helped drain my wallet and maximized my credit cards out. Speaking of Hope, with no pun intended whatsoever. I simply hoped that Hope moved on with her life as well.

Anyway, I got to spend almost three weeks at this cute little hole in the wall bar. While I was getting to know Trish a little bit better. When in walks Hope and her younger Sister Destiny and I tried to avoid them seeing me. So I could simply exit stage left on them. But they saw me, not to mention my bright orange neon sign parked out front. 

But when I couldn’t avoid them any longer, I walked up to her and her younger sister Faith. Then asked Hope to dance with me and had to put my working Trish on hold for a while. Because I owed Hope that favor for helping me out of a jam, I was more or less obligated to pay that debt off. So at the end of the night, when Hope asked to see the inside of my van, I didn’t believe that anything was up.

Even after Hope told her sister Faith to drive their mom’s car home, I still didn’t think anything was amiss. That is until after we both got inside and Hope said. “Larry let’s just pretend that I showed up two hours earlier back in the Navy Exchanges parking lot, tell me what you were doing in here that so was naughty. You weren’t drinking again, were you?”

After clearing my throat, I simply replied. “If you really must know, I would be a whole lot easier if I we played a little game called show and tell. You know, like you might have done back in either grade school or Junior High?”

Now with a slight giggle in her voice, Hope just planted her lovely ass in the M&M chair and said. “OK Larry, I liked show and tell when I was in grade school, so show me and tell me what you were doing if I came back earlier than I did.”

First, I offered Hope a root beer and when she accepted my offer, I said. “Just as long as you promise me, that you won’t throw the can at me, at least a full one anyway.”

Hope just giggled and asked. “Why in the world would I do that?” 

Clearing my throat again, I simply said. “Some girls may find this disgusting. But when I got back from my shave and haircut, I stripped down to my birthday suit like this.”

But because it has been a very long time since me and Candee had sex in my van, just having Hope here gave me an instant boner. Then after swallowing hard, I continued saying. “And when I was completely naked like I am right now, I just sat down on the top of my step cooler here and started jerking off, like this. While I secretly hoped that you would show up and give me a hand. That is, once you caught me red handed with a fist full of cock like I’m doing right now.”

This time it was Hope’s turn to clear her throat before saying. “I’ve never seen a Chippendale dancer before, let alone had my very own personal one performing for me.”

As Hope inched closer to me in her seat, I fumbled in one of the drawers next to the step cooler for a wad of toilet tissue. Then I quickly proceeded to bust my nut right into that wad. As Hope leaned in a little bit closer, she asked. “I’ve jerked a few guys off back in high school. So Larry, can I give you a hand next time?”

Letting go of my cock, I quickly replied. “That is totally up to you to decide. And Hope, once again I’m putting all of my cards out in the middle of the table. Because just for the record, I jerked off twice. And both times, I was thinking about getting all ten of my fingers tangled up in your thick curly blonde hair. Now Hope, do you still want to give me that hand?”

Giggling, Hope quickly replied. “Larry, I think I have too many clothes on for that. But if you give me a hand first, would just seeing me in my bra and panties work for you? Because I’m kind of old fashioned and wouldn’t want you to see me naked on our first date.”

Giggling back at Hope, I simply replied. “But Hope, our first date was the second time our bumpers kissed in the Navy Exchange parking lot. And we officially met when our bumpers lightly caressed each other, three hours earlier. So this would technically be considered our third date, if we were actually keeping track.”

Laughing this time, Hope just said. “I have never let any of my other boyfriends wait three dates before they saw me naked before.”

As Hope swallowed hard again, she continued by asking. “Larry, could you please help me slip out of my bra and panties too?”

And just like a few moments earlier, when I helped Hope get out of her outer layer of clothing. I either caressed, licked, kissed or nibbled on whatever I discovered underneath Hopes bra and panties too. And that was actually when I got to see Hope’s grapefruit-sized breasts with the big light brown sand dollar-sized areolas with the darker brown nipples that were attached and almost centered on each of her tits. 

Plus that’s also when Hope softly said. “Larry; I’m sorry that it took me so long to get naked for you. I wasn’t keeping track as closely as you were.”

But once I pulled Hope’s panties down to her knees, all was forgiven as I gasped and quickly said. “I bet that I could just as easily get my fingers tangled up down here for days too.”

As Hope’s pale blonde and well trimmed muff instantly reminded me of how Linda’s much longer, thicker and older curly blonde bush looked. Now with me and Hope kneeling in my van, I kissed her and grabbed a handful of both her upper and lower set of curls. 

Then as our tongues faced off in her mouth, I clenched my fists and trapped Hope’s hair within them. After around five minutes or so passed and our lips finally parted, we slowly made our way up to the platform bed. And Hope and I started dating and we slept together out in my van, that very same night.

And the beginning of the end of our relationship came when Hope’s dad, the Colonel, got orders to go overseas. So Nicole, Hope’s Mom, decided to move the family back to Beaufort South Carolina in order to be closer to friends and family. 

Plus this was also where Nicki grew up and met the Colonel twenty some odd years ago when he was a Second Lieutenant. Then after helping Nicole, Hope, Faith, and Destiny move, Hope and I only saw each other twice since then.

The first time, was a few weeks afterwards, when Hope drove up to see me. And the last time was when I drove down to spend a whole weekend with her. But Hope seemed a bit standoffish the entire time I was there, at least I didn’t waste my time during the visit.

Because the rest of Hope’s family, minus the Colonel of course. Were still warm and inviting, plus Hope’s dad was evening starting to warm up to me before he deployed. So I might still have a shot with Faith one day or even with Destiny a couple more years down the road. If not with the mama bear Nikki herself. 

And I never intended to be on a three month long hiatus with Hope while I was trying to get to know Trish. But it happened. But it ended just as quickly during my visit to see her down in Beaufort. All because Hope acted cold towards me, and this long distance relationship thing just wasn’t working out for her any more. Anyway, lets get back to Trish’s story, shall we?

It was Trish’s bangs that first drew me to her. And once I saw them, I wanted to plaster them to her forehead with my special paste or Larry. All because she was the first girl that I’ve seen in a long time, who still had bangs. 

Because most other girls, they lost their bangs long before their cherries were popped. And I thought that I would never get my banging a chick with bangs cherry popped. That is, until I saw Trish tending bar that one fateful night.

Then for the next couple of weeks, when I didn’t have duty, I was right here at the bar checking out Trish. Because she usually wore only two or three wife beaters or regular t-shirts with no bra underneath, I wanted to see more of her. 

Plus I always looked forward to getting a ring side or bar side seat, whenever one opened up too. Just so I could tell just how excited she was on any giving day or night, just by the way Trish flashed her lightly covered high beams at me.

And on the nights when I didn’t feel that a seat would open up on her end of the bar. I had no problem giving my cash to one of the other bartenders that night. Although on those nights, my tips were usually much smaller too. But whether I started at one of the elbow rests or at a table, I always tried to hold out as long as I could. Before I had to give up the ship and finally move up to the other end of the bar.

Because on some nights I could clearly see the outline of Trish’s nipples while on other nights I couldn’t see anything at all. Plus since I never actually saw Trish wearing jeans, and I always pictured her naked under the dresses or skirts she wore to work. But I could easily be mistaken about any undergarments covering the lower half of Trish’s body too.

None the less, Trish’s upper half, kept me very hard and entertained every time I saw her. Plus, for the past two months, I managed to sneak off in the men’s room to jerk off without loosing my barstool in the process too. And tonight was no exception. 

Anyway also during the past few months, there was a little trouble in paradise brewing between Trish and Betty. You see, I found out that they were room-mates or house-mates pretty early on. And Betty was constantly leaving the lights and her TV on while she wasn’t home. Plus Betty would also run the air conditioner day and night too, which of course increased the monthly cost of electricity.

And Trish wanted Betty to pay a bigger share of the bill because of it. But Betty always stuck to her guns and pointed out that when they moved in together two years ago, everything was going to be split right down the middle. Plus Betty also complaining about the water bill and that Trish was using way more water then she was.

Now as everyone knows, there are always two sides to every coin or story. And I heard both of them, but the truth is usually somewhere in the middle of both sides. Because Betty also had her pet peeve with Trish too, although I think they were both at fault on this one. But if push came to shove in a court case, I would simply remain silent and plead the fifth. Or play Switzerland.

Since Trish had fewer clothes than Betty did, Trish was doing her laundry every day, while Betty was only doing hers once a week. But in return, Betty was also spending the majority of time in the bathroom by taking a bath every night before getting ready for bed. Or she was hogging the bathroom in the morning and leaving the water running the entire time she was in there.

And even though any judge or jury could easily determine that both girls were guilty of running the water bill up. I still kept my opinion to myself, but deep down inside I believed that Betty was only using the excess water out of spite. And I’m not just saying that because I wanted to stick my dick inside Trish more than I wanted to fuck Betty. But if the truth were to be told here, I did.

And after hearing about this real life soap opera or drama non-stop for over a week, I finally asked each young lady individually. “Do I need to move in with you two, just to play referee, because I can, if you both want me too? But I feel that you two should be able to work this out yourselves without any outside interference.” 

And to my complete surprise, Trish seemed to be a bit more receptive to my idea than Betty was. But in the end, I didn’t move in and the bickering went on for another month. Before it abruptly ended one day and Trish looked both depressed and in a panicked state. And that night, I simply asked, “Trish, what’s wrong and what can I do to help? Just name it.” 

Fighting back the tears, Trish finally said. “Betty quit her job and moved out. And she told me to keep her part of the security deposit and use it for next months rent and her half of the utility bills. But Larry, our rent is due in three days and I barely have enough to cover my half. Plus we still owe money on last months gas, water and electricity bills too. And I don’t want to move out over this or have any of the utilities shut off because of this either. Is there anything I can do to avoid this?”