By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2007 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

The small, peaceful town of Pembroke Hollow played host to a Military Recruitment Center that welcomed a steady stream of men and women for indoctrination and instruction, before shipping them off to training camps or, certain returnees, directly overseas. Josie’s, Pembroke’s most popular watering hole, was where you’d soon find them, mixing with the locals, stirring up old memories as they created new ones. On weekends, there was live music, cheap beer and Josie’s special wings and rib plates. They would laugh, sing and dance, until the band’s frenzied dance tunes mellowed into slow, sweet songs that promised an end to loneliness, at least for the night. This Thursday was particularly quiet and Keith Donnelly sat in a booth for four, sipping a beer and waiting for his friend Tom. An army and a navy guy stood on either side of local beauty, Sally Gray, each vying vigorously for her attention. Keith knew her, knew that she could handle them both, and felt lonely and envious of the bawdy adventure that would soon be theirs. His life had become unbearably mundane and that was why he was here tonight. He’d done something about it and he couldn’t wait to share his news with Tom.

On cue, Tom bounced up to the booth and rapped his knuckles on the table, ‘Rat-a-tat-tat-tat’. “What’s up?” he asked, sliding into the booth. “Do you not know what day this is? Have you forgotten that, in the morn, I must open the pumps at the gas station no later than 6:00 AM?” He contorted his face into a mask of such mock disapproval that his usually Opie-adorable freckled face morphed into a grotesque cartoon of itself.

“Indeed, I haven’t, Your Royal Grumpyness, but I have news that will not wait for the morrow.”

“What can I get you?”

Keith recognized the shy voice and eagerly looked up at the most impressive breasts Pembroke had to offer. Molly’s white starched shirt, buttoned up to her long neck, only served to exaggerate their size. He noticed that her black skirt was much longer than the minis the other servers wore, hiding even her knees, and he found her modesty tantalizing. Keith forced his gaze up past her breasts to her downcast eyes.

“Good evening, Molly,” Tom said, his attention never leaving Keith. “What is the intensity of this news you have for me? Is it of the bottle kind or the pitcher variety?”

“That depends . . .,”

“Avoidance of subject,” Tom interrupted, looking up at Molly for the first time. “Bring us a pitcher, sweet dear girl, cold and long.”

Molly scurried off without a word.

“That poor girl was placed on earth to prove how lucky attractive women are. Josie’s a good looking woman, but her beast of a husband gave Molly the most ungracious gift of all, his looks. She’s truly ugly.”

“He’s very nice,” Keith said, defensively. “How many times has he passed us free drafts at last call. And Molly’s nice, too”

“I didn’t say they were not nice,” Tom said, “I merely mentioned the unfortunate state of their physical appearance.”

Keith squirmed in his seat. He felt like a spineless charlatan. How many times had he listened to the boys calling Molly names, commenting on how unappealing she was, while he stole peaks at her deliciously mammoth bosoms? How many times had he masturbated to the memory of them bouncing and swaying, just as they were now as she walked away? How many times had he reached surreptitiously under the table to cop a feel of his tingling cock, undressing her with his eyes, imagining burying his face in her cleavage? He felt ashamed, as if his morals and integrity were dirty underwear with holes, in need of a good washing or, even better, replacing. He felt guilty and apprehensive, as if the world were about to discover what a fraud he was.

“So what’s up with you?” Tom asked. “You look upset. Has La Cunt returned?”

“No, no, no,” Keith answered hastily, “I was thinking about something else. I haven’t heard a mumblin’ word since my wife disappeared; all that’s left of her is her promissory note. I tried to deposit it in my account, but the teller told me it was worth as much as her word - fucking nothing!” Keith laughed.

“Don’t make jokes, it’s not funny. God I hate that bitch for what she did to you. Not to mention that smarmy salesman she rode off with.” Tom slapped the table angrily.

Keith sat quietly allowing the bad memories to wash over him. It had been bad enough when Walmart opened up right across the street from his computer store. It had taken six months for him to shut down the retail component before the overhead ate all of his savings. Fortunately, people trusted his work and his installation and repair business grew rapidly. All was well until his wife cleaned out their joint account legally and his business account illegally, and left town. Suspiciously, one of Walmart’s managers disappeared with a stack of their cash at exactly the same time and the town gossipmongers soon spread the news that he and Keith’s wife had been ‘keeping company’. To date, the police had yet to track them, but Keith no long cared. It had been a hard year, but it was over and he refused to let that past steal any more of his present.

“Man, don’t you want to get them?”

“They’re no part of my life,” Keith said. “I’ve moved on.” He concentrated on Molly as she walked toward them and that was enough for him. Her tits were playing peek-a-boo with the pitcher and beer mugs on her tray. She looked smaller than her medium height and build because of her gargantuan breasts. They protruded far enough forward to make her upright standing seem to defy gravity.

“Magnificent mammaries,” Keith said.

“Too big, too freaky,” Tom said, “and beware the carrier.”

Keith felt suddenly both protective and angry, but Molly had almost reached the table and he took refuge in the ensuing silence. He didn’t want to start anything with Tom, and so instead, he fed his obsession with Molly’s tits. He imagined their spongy, soft texture and their warmth, as he buried his head in their cleavage. A shock of erotic electricity charged his cock with unspeakable pleasure. It drove him too close to the edge. He hadn’t had a woman since his wife left and masturbation was relieving his hunger for shorter and shorter periods. Molly’s breasts seem to grow in size with her every step and his year’s worth of advancing horniness was threatening to explode any minute. He had to pull back.

He tried to see Molly through Tom’s eyes. She was in her mid-twenties, although she looked younger, and her ears and eyes still seemed too small for her face, her forehead too wide. Her nose tilted up and her mouth drooped dejectedly downward. They’d all been in the same year in high school and she’d been dubbed ‘Bulldog’, an unfortunate and cruel nickname that Keith hoped she‘d never heard. She was younger than they were and a better student who kept to herself, except when she was helping out her parents here. And he had never seen her out with a friend, male or female. He could feel her loneliness. He had never thought of her as ugly; in fact, he found her much more interesting and attractive than the other girls in the group. He’d never admitted it, not even to himself, until this very minute and he’d never objected to the cruel jokes or defended her in any way. For this, he was ashamed. Very ashamed. Molly bent over the table to put down her tray. Keith couldn’t help himself. He could see her in a low cut, tight sweater and he could feel his excitement climbing.

Thanks, Molly,” Keith said. “Are you still going to college?”

“Just finishing my Masters,” she said.

“That’s great,” Keith gushed. “Good for you.”

“You’re the only one of us that went off to university,” Tom said.

“I didn’t know that I was a part of ‘us’,” Molly said, quietly.

“He meant our class,” Keith quickly explained, but Molly was already out of earshot.

“It’s only twenty miles away, but it seemed like another world,” Tom continued, as if Molly hadn’t even been there. “Sometimes, I wish …. I mean managing the gas station is okay and with Sarah’s Walmart paycheck, we do okay by the baby and ourselves, but I get curious sometimes. I mean I haven’t ever been anywhere but here.”

“Well, that brings me to my news,” Keith said. “On Monday, I went down to the barber shop for a cut and Sonny’s cousin was there. He’s an air force recruiter and he started telling me about life in the air force, all the opportunities. I told him that if I was younger, I might think of enlisting and he told me that twenty-eight wasn’t too old at all, as long as I was in shape. Paul said he’d be glad to take over the business for a while and I spent some time talking to people down at the base. Anyway, Buddy, the skinny is I’ll be reporting for duty in two weeks.”

“Reporting for duty? You’re enlisting in the Air Force?” Tom said. “You sure this is what you want to do?”

“Yep, I feel excited for the first time in a long time. I’m ready for a challenge. I can stick to computers or try my hand at another field. First, I have to go through orientation and basic training and then I’ll see.”

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know whether I feel worried about what’s going to happen to you, curious, or downright jealous. Whatever I feel, I don’t think I’ve seen you look this happy in a long time. I wish you all the best, Man. This weekend we’ll party hearty.”

They drank in silence for a while, their friendship breathing comfort into the air between them.

“It’s past ten and you’ve got an early morning. Go. I’ll take care of the check,” Keith said.

“You sure? Okay, tomorrow’s mine. See you around eight?” Tom got up and Keith jumped up to shake his hand. “I’m gonna’ miss you, Keith Boy. We’re all gonna’ miss you.”

“Never for too long,” Keith said. “See you tomorrow.”

He watched Tom leave, settled back in his seat, and poured the last of the beer into his mug. Telling Tom about his plans had made them concrete and he felt nervous, but more than that, he felt hopeful and he hadn’t felt hopeful in a very long time.

Molly brought the check to the table. “I’m not rushing you, but my shift’s over. Can I get you anything before I go?”

Keith looked up at her and felt suddenly alone. “Not unless you’ll join me,” Keith heard himself say. Molly stood looking down at him, brown eyes glinting. Distrust veiled her face and pursed her full lips. “I’d really like that,” Keith said, and he meant it. He wanted to sit opposite her, in the presence of those large breasts. He wanted to talk to her, get to know her, while he gazed at them.

Molly stared at him. Keith shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, I’ll be back,” she said, finally.

Keith sighed with relief and was suddenly ravenous. He wondered what Tom would think about his having a drink with Molly, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted to do this for a long time and it felt good doing it.

“Well, Keith, what can I tempt you with?” Keith looked up to find Josie looking down at him. She was the chef and rarely left the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry because Molly hasn’t eaten a thing since morning and I know she’ll eat if you do.”

“I’m starving,” Keith said, bobbing his head, up and down enthusiastically.

“You know, you’re the first kid that’s ever asked my girl to sit down. I don’t know what’s wrong with those snobby friends of yours, but they’re the losers. Molly’s real special.”

“I’d like to get to know her.”

“You’ll be lucky if you do. But, you be careful with my girl. She’s had enough hurt to last her the rest of her life. Thank God, she’s found herself some lovely friends over there at the university. They come in for dinner now and then. But, the young people in this town! Do you know what it’s like to hold your child in your arms while she cries because she’s been ignored all day and called, ‘Bulldog’ behind her back? Those High School years were terrible. So, if you’re not willing to take care of my girl, be gone when she comes back. She’s doing quite nicely now without you lot!” And she bustled off.

Keith stared into his near empty glass. Betsy, the High School sweetheart he married was as pretty as a picture on the outside, but had as much soul as a psychopath. Keith had been seduced by his idea of her, missing all the evidence of who she really was until it was too late. She was the one who started calling Molly ‘Bulldog’. She was the one who banished Molly to social Siberia for the rest of her High School life. Keith drained his glass, looking for relief from the utter disgust he was feeling. But there was no escape because he was disgusted with himself.

Keith felt Molly’s presence and had to look twice at the girl approaching the table. Her hair usually tucked up in a bun now fell softly over her tiny ears and down to her shoulders. A faint dusty rose softened the effects of her dark eyeliner and accented her cheeks. Wet lipgloss and a tentative smile completed an overall picture that was exotic, teasing and very, very alluring. She had changed into her high-heeled boots, jeans and a white turtleneck sweater and the look robbed Keith of thought and speech. Only his cock, on full alert, sent waves of pleasure screaming through every organ and over every inch of his skin. He couldn’t help himself. Pre-cum oozed from his cock’s head, mercilessly staining and wetting his jeans.

“Enjoy, you two!”

Keith had been so busy ogling Molly, as she hung up her coat on the nearby rack, that he hadn’t even noticed the waitress or the feast she was spreading out on the table: a glass of wine and another beer, a platter of wings, ribs and home fries, a Caesar salad bowl and a loaf of Josie’s homemade bread.

“Oh, My God,” Keith said.

“Enjoy,” the waitress repeated, “it’s on the house.”

“Thanks a lot, Carol, and thank Mom. This is really nice,” Molly smiled.

“Yes, thanks, yes a lot.” Keith stumbled over his words like a virgin faced with the possibility of his every dream, and that’s exactly how he felt. He looked into Molly’s eyes and his vision expanded to include the width and depth of her breasts. Molly took a breath and the rise and fall of her tits mesmerized him; he fell deeper and deeper into them and became their helpless slave. He knew that they were part of a package, a costly package, with strings attached, but he was willing to pay the price, any price.

“You look beautiful,” Keith said.

“You don’t have to say that,” Molly said. “All I ask is that you be honest with me. Why did you ask me to have a drink, after all these years?”

“The tougher question is, ‘Why did it take me so long?’, and I hate the answer to that.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“Because I just went along with the crowd for a quiet life, especially with my wife.” Keith took a long swig of his beer. As despicable as he felt, being honest helped him breathe easier.

“And because you thought that I looked like a Bulldog or a Bullfrog or . . . “

Keith grabbed Molly’s hand and looked directly into her eyes. “I never thought any of those things. I always liked you, but I didn’t like myself. I was miserable. I should never have gotten married. My history is rife with terrible choices and I’ve paid dearly for them. I’m so sorry. I . . .”

“Enough,” Molly interrupted him, abruptly withdrawing her hand.

“Not enough,” Keith said, taking both her hands in his own.

They sat staring at each other and in that time, years of walls came tumbling down. She told him about her life at the university and that her thesis, with a professor’s help, would be the foundation of a future publication. He told her about his business and about enlisting in the Air Force. He discovered, through her, how much he knew about and loved computers and decided that he would best fit into the military if he continued in his field. They ate too much and talked more about the music and movies they liked. The wine and beer kept coming and they drank too much and talked more, until they noticed the blinking of lights, which meant last call.

“Oh my,” Molly said, her eyes shining. “My carriage turned into a pumpkin an hour ago.”

“I guess we’ll have to rely on the common taxicab. May I drop you off, My Princess.”

“You may, My Prince, but I’ll just run back and tell my mom that I’m getting a ride home.”

Keith pulled out his cell phone. “Please mention that you may be kidnapped en route.”

Their giggles drifted into a hush that was pregnant with promise. Longing was in it, anticipation was in it, and something like love.

“I don’t need to tell my mother anything,” Molly smiled.

They put on their coats and, hand in hand, walked out of the restaurant.

“Coffee at my place?” Keith asked, as they climbed into the cab. Molly nodded and they didn’t talk again, until they reached his apartment, took off their coats and Keith turned on two table lights, bathing the room in soft light.

“Coffee?”

“No, thanks.”

Keith looked at Molly and her face reflected what he felt, a passion so volatile and raw that it frightened him. They came together without apology, suffocating each other with demanding tongues and lips, drowning in each other’s saliva, matching groan with impatient groan. Molly struggled out of her sweater and Keith stepped back to watch. “Oh God, I love your tits,” he said, rubbing his cock, his knees buckling.

“I know you do, but there’s no time. Hurry!”

Clothes were falling everywhere and the only sounds were animal panting and mating growls that were far from human. Molly’s tits bounced and flounced, as she lowered herself onto the carpet. She raised her strong legs high in the air and spread them wide open like a welcoming gate. Keith dropped to his knees, brandishing his cock. “Please,” Molly begged, “fuck me, now.”

Keith fought hard to hold on as he felt her pussy muscles caressing him, squeezing him, pulsing against him like the beats of a thousand butterflies’ wings. They slowed together, desperate to make it last, needing to experience every nuance. They stopped, locked inside each other, to kiss. And as their tongues danced, they heard the rush of an ocean so majestic, so overpoweringly strong that they lost control and rushed and swelled and pounded against each other until they broke. And bits of them swirled over the shore until spent, they ebbed together in a warm and hazy, lazy ocean of satiety.

When he’d sufficiently recovered, Keith helped her off the floor and then carried her soft, limp body into the bathroom. He gave her his new toothbrush and they cleaned their teeth together, two shining faces in a mirror, loving life. They snuggled into bed, knowing that this was the first of so many times to come.

“Working tomorrow night?” Keith asked.

“Friday night’s are so busy that I usually help out.”

“Try to get off. The groups meeting, sort of a send off before I leave for basic training.”

“You want me to be your date?”

“Only if you’re my girl.”

Molly crawled half on to him, her one breast heavy on his chest. Keith could feel his cock thickening with appreciation. “Of course, I’ll join you, but I’m scared. I’m really scared.”

“No need to be. I’ll take good care of you.”

And he knew that he would. He’d protect her with his life. He caressed her long after he heard her gentle snores. He fell asleep caressing her.