Friday started out late and lazy. We woke up with the sun beaming in on us, and still sticky and messy from fucking as we went to sleep, we made our way to the shower.
I washed Jen's hair for her, and then I sat behind her on the balcony and brushed her hair as it dried, both of us naked. It was almost eleven o'clock when we heard a knock at the door.
I threw some shorts on as Jen stood and looked out over the balcony.
Kris, sun glasses glued to her face in defense against the bright sunlight, slowly entered our room and, almost as though she were in shock, stuttered through reminding Jen they were supposed to go and get mani-pedis.
Thirty minutes later, Jen headed downstairs with Kris and Meghan, and I found myself tagging along with Meghan's dad on an impromptu sight-seeing tour to the aircraft carrier. Denny was nowhere to be seen.
"You ever serve?" Robert asked as we walked up the long ramp leading to the ship.
"No, sir. I've just always been fascinated by the planes."
I found out he'd received an ROTC commission and served six years in the navy. In the next three hours, I learned more than I thought I wanted to know about World War II, naval aviation and the USS Lexington. That was the name of the carrier, and that was the first war she'd fought in.
We wandered through part of the berthing area, where men had lived packed like sardines, past a small barber shop and dental treatment area, and by the time we were done wandering, I was more than amazed that hundreds of men had called this ship home for months at a time, to say nothing of the fact that it had been a floating airport. It had been built when everything we flew was propeller driven; the handful of jets parked on the flight deck illustrated just how 'small' this big ship actually was.
On the back of the ship, on a shaded deck he called the fantail, there were tables from another carrier, the Saratoga, and we leaned against the railing looking down into the water at the teeming host of jellyfish floating in the water.
"Well, I don't know about you," Robert said, "but I'm hungry. You want to grab lunch here?"
I followed his gaze back inside to the small food court set-up that offered typical concession booth cuisine; the food was fairly reasonably priced, but nothing to get excited about.
"Or, we can go to this spot back by the hotel."
"Which one?"
"Blackbeard's. Seafood. There's no shortage of seafood places here, but they're just a short walk away. I'm buyin'."
Several minutes later, we were nursing glasses of iced tea and waiting on platters of fried shrimp, scampi and calamari.
"Meghan tells me she's known you almost as long as she's known Jenifer." Robert squeezed another slice of lemon into his tea.
"Yes, sir. I met both of them when they were freshmen."
"Kind of odd to know and be involved with a woman that long and not have a more substantial relationship, don't you think?"
"Well, sir, Jen and I didn't really date when she was in college, and she got married to someone else after she graduated. We just happened to bump into one another a couple of years ago, one thing led to another, and..."
That was the story, wasn't it?
Robert nodded. That was the story. And he believed it.
"Well, I know Meghan loves both of you a great deal, and it means a lot to have you here this weekend."
"We wouldn't miss this for the world, sir."
We finally finished lunchd and headed back to the hotel. There wasn't a lot of time left before the rehearsal. I had nowhere to be and lots of time to get there; Robert, on the other hand, had a nervous bride-daughter and wife to shepherd.
He got off on the second floor; I went on to the third, and when I closed the door to my room behind me, the bathroom door opened.
"Ohhh... come feel."
Jen grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, almost running, her towel sliding from her body as she climbed onto the mattress.
She shoved a foot up at me, rubbing her soft sole of her foot against my cheek.
"Mmmm. Smooth."
"Uh-huh."
She slid her other foot up against the other side of my face and I slowly leaned forward, crawling onto the bed and thrusting my head up between her legs.
"Ahhh..." Jen giggled. "Kyhl..." And moaned as I pressed my lips against her freshly showered pussy.
"I just got out of the shower."
"I know." I lapped at her still moist folds, trying to separate her lips with my tongue.
Jen rolled away from me and curled into a ball. "I don't have time for you to do that to me right now. I've gotta be downstairs in thirty minutes."
I sighed.
"I'll make it up to you later," she said. "I promise."
"Get ready," I said, and when she bounded off the bed, I smacked her behind.
"Ow!" She snatched her towel up and bounded across the floor. "You can do more of that later, too."
A few minutes later, hair dry, make-up on, Jen stepped out of the bathroom again to get dressed.
She smiled at me and made a show of stepping into her bikini panties, and then she made sure I could see her nipples clearly displayed against the cups of her bra.
Her dress was simple, a gently gathered waist and buttoned bodice, but she looked awesome in it, and I found myself looking forward to watching her take it off later in the evening.
"Remember, we'll be done anywhere between seven-thirty and seven-forty-five," she said.
"Yes, dear," I replied.
"Don't get smart," she said, kissing me. "I love you. See you in a bit."
"I love you, too, Sis."
I looked at the clock. Time to kill and nothing to do.
An hour later, I checked my watch again as the elevator doors closed behind me. The rehearsal should be about over and we'd be ready go to dinner.
Initially, I'd planned to watch the rehearsal, but that idea had quickly been quashed. Now, with a sizeable crowd watching, I was ready to carry on with my increasingly public role as Jen's boyfriend.
I stepped off the elevator and headed for the meeting room, but when I cracked the door, the rehearsal was still going on and I got a nasty look from Denny's mother, Martha.
I quickly closed the door and walked back toward the lobby.
I stopped about halfway and looked back. If I took the right seat at the bar, I could see when they opened the doors to the meeting room.
I made my way to the bar, noticing only three other people nursing drinks. Not that odd, really; it was still pretty early.
And then, I saw her.
The redheaded woman again.
Last night, she'd worn a dark blue dress. Tonight, her dress was a dark, almost metallic red, and as fate would have it, the seat next to her was best positioned to see the meeting room door.
"If we keep meeting like this, people will talk," she said, smiling as I sat down beside her.
"As long as they don't see us walk off together, we should be okay," I replied, laughing.
I ordered a ginger ale, and looked over at her.
"You look very nice," I said.
"Why, thank you," she replied, "but I'm busy tonight."
"I wasn't..."
"I know, baby," she said, laying her hand on my arm. "I just like to flirt and tease. I know you're a one woman man."
I nodded and smiled.
We sat there, sipping our drinks and watching the TV over the bar, and finally, she looked down at her watch.
"It's about time for me to go," she said. "I've got a long night ahead of me."
"Ahhh. I see."
