Chapter 3
The movie was a bust. It was a sequel to a movie from the '80s and was nowhere near as good as the original. As I drove Kathy to her place, I asked her what was on her mind so much lately that she'd skipped going to work and cancelled the date at the barbecue.
"I think my mom is having an affair," she said.
She couldn't see the sweat breaking out on my forehead in the dark car. "Why do you think that?" I asked, proud that I'd kept my voice level.
"She said she was going to Aunt Rosie's house but when I called, my aunt had no clue that Mom was supposed to be visiting," she explained. "Plus, she's made some comments that makes me think that her and Dad don't...uh, 'fool around' much any more."
"She seemed pretty happy at dinner," I suggested.
"That's another thing," Kathy said. "She came back all happy. Well, except for when she first got home. It was almost like she didn't want to be there."
I took a chance with my next comment. I didn't know what Kathy thought of her father, but said, "I've only met your dad once but he didn't come across as the loving husband and father."
I could hear the conflict in her voice when she replied. "No, he's not. I could see why she would have an affair...as far back as I can remember, Dad hasn't paid her much attention. But they ARE married. She should get a divorce if she wants to carrying on with someone else."
"Maybe she doesn't want to get divorced but still wants someone that appreciates her?" I asked. "I mean, she must love your father because they're still together after...what, 25 years?"
"Yeah, about 25," Kathy said absently. "Maybe. Or it could be that she's afraid of leaving him because she's never worked and Dad's always provided for her."
"Or there's some other explanation and she's not having an affair," I ventured.
"That's possible," Kathy admitted. "She could have just wanted to get away from everyone for a while." She sighed. "I don't know, and I'm not sure if I want to know. But it still bothers me."
I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. She'd yet to have asked me to come inside, and we usually just made out for a few minutes in the parking lot before she went inside. This time, however, she just kissed me once.
"I'm sorry I've been kind of distant this weekend," she said.
"That's ok," I replied, "you've got a lot on your mind. I understand that."
She smiled at me and said, "I'll make it up to you, I promise." There was a twinkle in her eye that suggested that the "making up" would be something sexual. Five days ago, I would have jumped for joy. Now, after spending time with her mother, I felt a little uneasy. Still, I managed to act excited at the prospect.
"Want to go out and do something tomorrow night?" she asked.
"Let's make it Wednesday. I have a late flight tomorrow and I work the part-time job on Tuesday," I explained.
"Ok," she said, happily. She leaned over and kissed me again, her hand sliding up my leg and gently squeezed my dick through my pants. It didn't care much about my uneasiness and started to get hard. She giggled at my growing excitement, then got out of the car and went to her apartment.
I went in late the next day, since my flight that day wasn't supposed to return to the airfield until 10PM or so. We were supposed to fly a general and some dignitaries to a conference but the weather at the destination was bad. The flight was cancelled and the passengers drove there instead. I spent the rest of the day making minor repairs to my aircraft, then headed home at 5PM. The phone was ringing when I walked in to my place. When I answered it, it was Wanda.
"Hi," she said. I could hear the happiness in her voice.
"Hi, yourself," I said, smiling. I was still horribly conflicted about the whole Wanda/Kathy thing, but that fled as soon as I heard Wanda's voice.
"We need to talk," she said.
"Yeah," I answered. "We really do."
"Can you meet me somewhere?" she asked.
I considered it. "I don't want to run into Kathy," I replied, a little uneasily. "Can you come over here?"
She sounded startled when I suggested that. "Are you sure?"
"I think it's safer than meeting somewhere," I explained. "Kathy thinks I'm flying tonight so she wouldn't come here, but we might run into her elsewhere." Savannah wasn't a small city, but bad luck doesn't care what size town you live in.
She paused, then said, "Ok. How do I get there?"
I gave her directions, and she said she'd be at my place shortly. About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and Wanda quickly came inside. I closed the door, and when I turned around her lips were suddenly on mine. The kiss went on and on, and I could feel the passion inside her and the passion building inside me.
She broke the kiss and looked at me. "You're VERY handsome in your uniform." She pulled me tight against her and laid her head against my chest.
I gently pulled away from her. "Things got complicated, didn't they?" I said, my hands still on her hips.
"What are the odds?" she said, suddenly angry. "Of all the people..." Her voice trailed off and she gave me a frustrated look. "I'm not giving you up!"
I was taken aback by the ferocity of her statement. "What happened to me going back to my girlfriend and you going back to your husband?"
She grimaced. "You going back to my daughter, you mean. And my husband? You've met him. I've been happier the last few days with you than I have my entire marriage with him."
I paused. "Why did you marry him?"
"Young and stupid, I guess," she sighed. "My father and him got along pretty well...they both hunt and fish, work on cars, that kind of stuff. Dad was the one who kept pushing me to marry him. I think he viewed my husband as the son he never had. After I did marry him, I was there to cook and clean and fuck and he went off with Dad and did man-stuff."
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"I don't know," she admitted. "If your girlfriend was anybody but my daughter, I'd say the hell with everything and run off with you."
The idea of running off with Wanda unexpectedly appealed to me. And not just because of the incredible sex, either. As I said, she intrigued me for reasons that I couldn't begin to fathom. Of course, the Army would take a dim view of me running off, so even if I did get involved with Wanda full-time, we'd be stuck here in Savannah close to Kathy and Wanda's husband.
Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. I didn't expect anyone, so I was confused and looked through the peephole in the door. My heart started pounding as I saw Kathy through it.
"Where did you park?" I asked her in an urgent whisper.
"Around the corner," she said, just as quietly. "Who is it?"
I mouthed "Kathy!" at Wanda. Her eyes grew wide, and she started looking around for a place to hide. I pointed at the bathroom and she grabbed her purse and quietly sprinted towards it, shutting the door behind her. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself, then opened the door.
"Hi!" I greeted her, stepping aside so she could come in.
"I thought you were flying?" she said, half accusingly.
"Bad weather," I explained. "The flight was cancelled."
"You could have called," she replied.
"Actually," I replied, "I wasn't feeling too good. I was about to take a shower and go to bed when you knocked."
She looked at me closely. "You probably had a bit of a fever, but it must have broken. You're sweating." She walked over to my combination couch/bed and sat down. I sat down next to her.
"Not that I don't like it, but what brings you over here?" I asked. Just like I never had been inside her apartment, she'd never been in mine either.
"I was just out driving around, trying to make sense of Mom and everything. I ended up on your street and saw your car in the driveway," she said.
"I'm glad you did," I lied.
She picked up my arm and put it over her shoulders, then leaned her head onto me. "I have to find out if Mom is having an affair or not. Really, it's none of my business...that's between her and Dad. But it's driving me nuts not knowing."
"Have you asked HER about it?" I asked, a little bit louder than normal. I wondered if my voice would carry through the bathroom door.
She gave me a dirty look. "And exactly how would I bring that up? 'Hey, Mom, are you fucking around on Dad?'" she scoffed.
"Well..." I said, "Yeah. I mean, say it a lot NICER than that, but basically what you said."
"How would I ask my mom if she was screwing around 'nicely'?" she replied.
"'Hey, Mom, is there someone new in your life?' might work," I suggested. "or something similar. You don't have to focus on the sexual part of it. She'd probably respond better to that than to the 'fucking around on dad' line."
She grew thoughtful. "That might work," she said, nodding. As she did, one of her hands lightly rested on my leg. I got a bit uncomfortable about it when it slowly slid up towards my groin. "What are you doing?" I asked slowly.
"I know I've been teasing you, sexually, you know, and you've stayed the perfect gentleman about it," she said with a lilt in her voice. "A lot of guys would have lost interest by now", she continued, slowly moving off the couch and onto the floor before me. "Some guys would have forced the issue." She placed her hands on my thighs, and slid them up to my crotch.
"Uh...I think I'm coming down with something," I stuttered. "I don't want to get you sick, too."
"I promise I won't kiss you, then," she giggled.
My flight suit had a zipper than ran from crotch to collar, with a slider at both the top and bottom. Her eyes locked on to the slider at the bottom. "Isn't this handy?" she said, pulling the slider up to expose my underwear and gently fishing my half-hard dick out. Her eyes locked with mine, she slowly lowered her head until her lips were pressed against the tip of my dick.