“Yeah, do it,” I urged him. A moment later, Hunter groaned and I felt him pulse and surge within me. His orgasm was held within the condom but I discovered I wished he wouldn’t have put it on. I was on birth control and it would have been even naughtier if we did it bareback.
“Fucking outstanding,” he growled and then began to laugh as his orgasm waned. What a curious thing to say. I joined him, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into one another’s eyes in the dark.
“That was amazing, Hunter,” I told him, suddenly aware we were both naked and could be discovered at any moment. I looked about and we were alone but I let the moment, the place, the conditions of our love making sink in. This was something I’d never forget. I really wasn’t easy and sudden public sex wasn’t the norm for a girl like me.
“You’re pretty special yourself,” he told me. I blushed though he couldn’t see it.
“Thanks,” I said. We lingered for a moment but with the fire between us quenched, the evening air proved chilly and our modesty, mine anyway, was becoming too much to bear. “We should go. Daisy is probably lonely,” I said.
“I suppose,” he told me, a hint of disappointment in his voice. I felt it too. I climbed from Hunter and began the search for my clothes. I’m sure we looked hilarious, bent and looking about for our clothing. We finally found everything and dressed. Hunter was done first and waited patiently as I finished. Once I had, Hunter took me in his arms and kissed me. He didn’t say a word as he broke the kiss and slipped his hand into mine.
We walked back to the Delta house hand in hand. We didn’t speak but the silence wasn’t awkward. Just the opposite. It was comfortable and pleasing. We entered the house and found Daisy. She gave us a knowing look.
“That didn’t take long. Have fun?” she asked.
“As a matter of fact, we had a nice walk,” I told my roommate.
“Oh, sure. A walk,” she replied and winked at me. I laughed. Back at the party, things felt suddenly strange and uncomfortable. Someone was a third wheel and I couldn’t decide if it was Daisy or Hunter. But he rescued all of us from having to decide.
“Hey, I’m going to go find my friend,” he said. I frowned but Hunter wasn’t finished. “Can I see you again?” he asked. I perked up, uncharacteristically. I usually wasn’t so eager over a guy I’d just met.
“I’d like that,” I said, trying to act cool. I expected Hunter to ask for my number and then never call. He did ask but pulled out his phone and typed it in as I gave my number to him. Then my phone chimed. I pulled it out and saw a text from Hunter.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied. Hunter looked at me and then Daisy. I could see he was considering something. Hunter regarded me again, slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me. Daisy just stared as he broke the kiss.
“Nice to meet you, Daisy,” he said and walked away. I turned to watch him go and as he disappeared into another room, I sighed. Then I turned and found Daisy with a knowing smile on her face.
“Someone’s smitten,” she said.
“Oh, shut up,” I told her and giggled. She joined me.
“This party sucks. Let’s go home,” she suggested.
“Agreed, this party sucks.” I told her. Daisy rolled her eyes.
“You’re going to tell me all about it, right?” she asked as we turned to leave.
“Of course, you’re my roommate,” I replied. We left the Delta house and walked back to our dorm. I looked back at the house, remembering Hunter and what we’d done. I really hoped I could see him again. I wanted it so much my chest hurt. What the hell was wrong with me? I barely knew him. I liked him though. I liked him a lot. I think he liked me too. It was superficial but it felt nice. I just hoped Hunter was the guy I thought he was.
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“Dinner? Sure,” I replied to Hunter trying not to sound too excited he had actually called.
“Cool, say around seven. I know a good Japanese place. I learned to love Japanese food when I was over there,” he said.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Daisy was listening in as we talked. It might have been crass to put Hunter on speaker but Daisy wanted to hear. She sat back and mouthed something at me.
“Japan! He lived in Japan,” she said with only her lips. I nodded. I didn’t even think to ask why he was there. I imagined he travelled there, maybe backpacked around the country. I made a mental note to ask him about it.
“My friend said I could borrow his car after I told him I had a date. Text me your address and I’ll see you at seven,” he said.
“Will do. See you at seven,” I said and we hung up.
“Oh snap! You’ve got a boyfriend,” Daisy announced. I shook my head.
“It’s just a date,” I told her. She rolled her eyes.
“Mm hmm, sure,” she replied sarcastically. I dated a guy when I was a sophomore but since that fell apart, I decided to be single and enjoy it. I didn’t need a man. I was a modern woman and my own person. I was young and eager to explore. I wasn’t opposed to having a boyfriend but I wasn’t really looking for one either. But the idea sounded nice when I imagined the boyfriend I wasn’t looking for might be Hunter.
“You’re going to help me get ready, right?” I asked.
“Duh! I think you should wear that black dress,” Daisy told me referring to the short, tight dress I bought for a night out I had yet to enjoy.
“It’s tight,” I replied.
“No shit. That’s the point. You said he liked your curves,” Daisy said. I felt like I was fourteen. I thought I was over my body issues. I didn’t need to look like a fashion model to be beautiful and sexy, right? Right!
“You’re right, I’ll wear the black dress and those black pumps too,” I told her. Daisy smiled.
“There you go. We are women, hear us roar,” she said. I laughed.
“Fuck yeah!” I replied and hugged my roommate.
Longest. Day. Ever! Seriously. I went on dates. I wasn’t a shut in. This date, however, made me feel like a teenager. I don’t know why. I liked Hunter. He was a cool guy, easy going, he had a sense of humor and the sex was out of this world. I couldn’t get him off my mind. When I was finally ready, with Daisy’s help, I found I was nervous, wondering if he’d like the dress or whether he was having second thoughts.
Shut the fuck up, Melinda! I admonished myself as I admired myself in the mirror. The pantyhose...I hadn’t worn pantyhose in over a year but they looked good with the dress...smoothed my shape nicely. The dress hugged my curves and showed off my wide hips and my deep cleavage. I looked good, right? But would Hunter agree? Why did I care? If he didn’t, screw him, right? Right! But I wanted him to think I looked hot. I was turning into one of those sorority bimbos.
“What are you doing?” Daisy asked as I admired my form in the mirror on my closet doors.
“Nothing?” I replied and pretended I wasn’t having a nervous breakdown. Daisy laughed.
“You’re into him, big time, huh?” she asked. I debated whether or not to answer that truthfully but finally decided I should.
“Yeah. I don’t know what it is but I really like Hunter,” I admitted.
“Can’t blame you. He’s a GILF,” Daisy said. I narrowed my eyes and tried to reason that out. “Guy I’d like to fuck,” she told me.
“Oh, okay. I was thinking grandma,” I told her. Daisy rolled her eyes.
“Sicko,” she said but a moment later, my phone chimed. I grabbed it and saw it was Hunter. He’d be out front in two-minutes.
“Two minute warning,” I told Daisy. “Do I look okay?” I asked her, just giving into my high school crush excitement and nervousness.
“You look sexy as hell. I’d fuck you,” Daisy said and hopped off her bed. She grabbed me from behind as I was assembling my things and stuffing them into my handbag. She began thrusting as she held my hips. “Oh yeah, baby. Your pussy feels so...,” she cried out but started laughing before she was fini
shed. I turned and faced her.
“You’re crazy, you know that? So, I look okay, right?” I asked her again. She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re simply stunning,” she replied. I glared at Daisy trying to figure out if she was being serious or not. I decided she was.
“Don’t wait up,” I told her.
“Don’t worry. Just going to post a vlog on YouTube and then read,” she told me.
“Okay. Hugs and kisses,” I told her.
“Good luck,” Daisy replied, winked and made a crude gesture with her hands and mouth. I chuckled and left. Hunter was waiting in his friend’s Prius when I got downstairs. I climbed in and greeted Hunter. I didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up and swept up and down my body. I considered pulling my skirt down where it belonged after it had ridden up my thighs as I entered but I decided to leave it right where it was.
“Missed you,” he said and leaned over. Mildly surprised, I leaned over and kissed him.
“You too,” I said honestly. Hunter put the car in gear and off we went. The Japanese steakhouse wasn’t far. A lot of my friends were vegan but not me. I wasn’t into the whole lifestyle thing. I was anti-war, not anti-fun. I ate meat, I didn’t recycle as often as I should and I couldn’t care less how warm the earth was or whose fault it was. I might have been a zealot but I wasn’t a complete fanatic.
Once we arrived and were seated, we looked over the menus as a nervous silence settled in. I saw what I wanted, a pork Katsu dish with a spicy tuna roll on the side. I set my menu down just as Hunter did the same. Simultaneously, we both said, “What are you having?”
“Sorry, go ahead,” he told me.
“Oh, okay. Pork Katsu and a spicy tuna roll,” I told him.
“Nice. Wagyu Beef skewers and a sashimi sampler for me,” he said.
“Sounds good. I’ll let you taste mine if I can taste yours?” I asked, and though it sounded slightly dirty, Hunter didn’t take the bait.
“Sure,” he replied. The waitress, a Japanese woman in a traditional kimono, took our order and brought us a pot of tea and tiny cups. Hunter poured us each a cup of steaming tea.
“I like this place,” I told him, trying to make small talk.
“My friend, Gary, took me here. He knows I like Japanese food. So what’s your major?” Hunter asked me. I wanted to ask about his experience in Japan but Hunter beat me to the punch.
“Political Science,” I told him.
“You want to be a politician?” he asked me.
“No, I’m more of an activist,” I admitted.
“What kind of activist?” he asked.
“Anti-war,” I told him. Suddenly, Hunter wore a strange look. I went on. I wasn’t ashamed of my beliefs and didn’t think I had any reason to be. “I spend a lot of time protesting. Thankfully, we’re finally out of Iraq and nearly out of Afghanistan but we’re going back? I mean c’mon. Haven’t we done enough damage over there?” I explained.
Hunter was very quiet as I explained my positions but I didn’t let that stop me. Once I was on a roll, I could go for days. “All the innocent lives lost and destroyed. All the people we’ve killed over there. We’ve torn those countries to shreds. Not to mention the poor soldiers. Injuries, PTSD, suicides, it’s criminal. Bush and Obama should both be tried for war crimes,” I said.
Hunter just stared at me and I was beginning to wonder if I’d offended him. Was he one of those people? A hawk? Pro-war? One of those security statists who was fine with the NSA reading all our emails and listening to all our phone conversations all in the name of fighting terrorism? Please, no. Not this guy.
“What is it?” I asked him. Hunter didn’t look away but he did unbutton his left sleeve. He rolled it up over his forearm and then past his elbow. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. As he pushed his sleeve higher, Hunter revealed a skull atop a crossed knife and a wooden paddle. Over the angry looking skull, it read, “Force Recon,” and underneath it read, “Swift, Silent, Deadly.” I’d seen it before. You learned stuff like that when you protested outside of recruiting offices.
“You’re a Marine?” I asked him. Hunter smiled wistfully.
“Yeah. Since I was eighteen,” he told me. I swallowed hard.
“And you’re still in?” I wondered hoping he’d tell me he wasn’t.
“Yeah, I’m a lifer,” he told me.
“Fuck!” was all I said.
“That’s what I get for hanging out at Berkeley,” he said. I shared the disappointment I could sense in his voice but that remark kind of pissed me off.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suddenly defensive.
“Nothing. I guess I should be happy. You’re probably not looking to date me for the benefits,” he told me. I knew what he meant. Lots of girls, especially near military bases, looked for military men to marry. A lot of benefits came with being a military wife. Housing, insurance, shopping on base. I wasn’t one of those women, not by a long shot.
“No, I’m not. I don’t know what to say,” I told Hunter.
“That you wouldn’t mind dating a Marine that’s done two tours in Afghanistan and who loves the Corps,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he was being hopeful or sarcastic. Maybe both.
“You don’t really love the Marines, right? I mean, you can’t really love fighting,” I said. Hunter began to nod slowly.
“Yeah, I do and I can,” he said. This sucked. I finally meet a guy I like that likes me and he turns out not only to be in the military but a fucking Marine...Recon, no less. I guess I was frustrated and a bit angry, mostly at the universe for playing games with me. I sort of took it out on Hunter.
“You’re just a pawn, you know that, right? It’s all about oil and money. They’re using you,” I told him.
“Jesus Christ. That’s garbage. No one’s using me and it’s not all about oil. That’s just so ignorant,” he replied.
“Ignorant? That’s funny coming from a jarhead who risks his life for the military-industrial complex,” I told him.
“You don’t know anything, Mel. You’re just parroting left-wing propaganda. It’s mostly bullshit. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got plenty to complain about when it comes to strategy and policy but I’m making a difference. Can you say the same?” he shot back, clearly agitated. So was I now.
“If I can help prevent a war or keep a young man off the battlefield, yeah, I am,” I said.
“You’re delusional. Did you choose Berkeley because you’d fit in or did they brainwash you after you got here?” he asked me.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve been anti-war since I was a kid. Ever since I saw what war did to people. I’ve done a lot of research. I know all about war,” I said smugly.
“Really? You know a lot about war. How many tours have you done over there?” Hunter asked. I guess telling a Marine I knew a lot about war was kind of dumb, but I didn’t let that stop me.
“You don’t have to fight to know about it. Besides, you just see one side of it. You’re just a tool, Hunter,” I explained.
“Okay, Mel,” he said and I could tell by his tone that Hunter considered the conversation over with. He flagged down the waitress and called her over. “Can I get the skewers to go, please?” he asked her. She nodded politely.
“And for the lady?” she asked.
“No, she’ll be eating here...alone,” Hunter told the Japanese woman. What?
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for your dinner. If you don’t mind, that is, me paying with the dirty military money I no doubt earned killing innocent farmers, raping their wives and eating their babies,” Hunter said, his words dripping with sarcasm and vitriol. Very funny.
“How am I supposed to get home?” I asked him.
“Don’t care,” he said and then turned to the obviously uncomfortable waitress. “I’ll be in the bar. Just bring my skewers and the check when they’re ready,” he said and walked off towards the bar. Okay, he was joking, right? No,
he wasn’t. Hunter was pissed off and now I felt bad. I was a nice person and I let this get out of hand. I liked him as a person even if I didn’t like what he did for a living. I followed him, walking past the confused waitress. I caught up as he was ordering a beer.
“Hunter, you don’t have to leave,” I told him. He laughed and turned to face me.
“Do you really think I’m going to sit there all night and listen to you bash me. Listen to you bash the Corps and everything I’ve sacrificed? Good luck. It’s been real,” he said and turned away from me. I stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. Hunter ignored me, like I wasn’t even there. Finally, I went back to the table and sat there feeling sorry for myself. I’d said some harsh words and I’m not even sure I meant all of them.
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