Chapter 10
With Helene out of my hair, I was just about ready to start planning for the future. Stephanie and I gave considerable thought to marriage, but decided against it. We were both too young, and needed more time. She had lots of things that she wanted to do, and so did I. There was a world out there, waiting for us, and we both meant to discover it first, before settling down.
The army seemed as good a place to start as any, so I went down to the recruiting station and enlisted. I told the man there that I was interested in going to Europe, and the son-of-a-bitch told me not to worry about a thing.
"Yeah, we'll send you to Europe." he laughed. "Any particular place. You want to go to Germany and meet those frauleins, or maybe you'd like Paris better?"
"It's all the same with me, just as long as it's Europe. I've always wanted to go."
"Don't worry about a thing, kid. Just sign on the dotted line."
Well, I signed, and you'll never guess where they sent me. No, I didn't go to Germany or France, or Greece. Instead I was assigned to a communications center in Alaska, where the temperature dropped to seventy degrees below zero most of the time, and where it was pitch black for five months out of the year. I suppose things could have been worse. They could have sent me to Indo-China, or some such place. But believe me, it was pretty bad out there, with nothing but miles and miles of snowy tundra to stare at. There were a couple of times when I thought that I was losing my bean.
Well, they say that people can get used to just about anything, and it didn't take me long before I got used to life in Alaska. I met this Eskimo chick, whose name was Oona, and she and I got pretty chummy after awhile. She had the longest, straightest black hair that you've ever seen, and the warmest little body that I'd ever touched. When we were together we didn't need an electric blanket, because we were able to make our own sparks.
Yeah, there were plenty of woman out in Alaska, more woman than I knew what to do with. There was this hot assed stewardess named Sandy, who used to pay me a visit whenever her plane touched down, and there was this army nurse named Pauline who was kind of sweet on me-and every other man that she could lay her hands on.
Pauline was the strangest bitch that I ever did see. Once she took on twelve guys in a single night. I was number five, which is better than being number six, I suppose. That Pauline had the wettest cunt that I've ever been inside of. After a session with her, my cock felt like a piece of worn out macaroni. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Pauline was a first class cunt, the fastest fuck in the North Pole. I think that she could have taken on a bull, and left him exhausted. In fact there were rumors that she once did have relations with a bull, among other things. I don't know how true the story is, but the guys at the barracks used to talk about it all the time, the way guys always do.
Anyways, the three year hitch passed quickly, and before I knew it I was discharged. When I flew back to New York, Stephanie was waiting for me at the airport, as pretty as she had ever been. She was wearing a clingy tangerine jumpsuit that hugged all the soft curves of her body in a most delightful manner. I could have come right there, at the airport, if it hadn't been for the enormous self-control that I had managed to develop in the army. Who says that the army isn't good for anything.
"Oh Bobby," she shouted, when she saw me, "I've really missed you."
"I've missed you to."
I don't know who was more anxious, Stephanie or me. We checked into a nearby hotel, and for the next two days we did nothing but screw. I gave it to her in the front, in the back, in the mouth, on the tit, in the hand. I even tried to do it in her ear, which turned out to be a very messy failure.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "I'm glad that you're back."
"So am I," I laughed, plowing into her one more time. Believe me that it was good to be home again. Yeah, it was real good.