Chapter 46: Graduation
Thursday, May 26, 1977
I made sure I stayed visible whenever the pledges were around the house, and didn't travel anymore on weekends. Marilyn seemed to understand, and she spent a few weekends driving down to see me. I really didn't mind, since she would often come down and spend some time lounging around the pool in one of her little bikinis or the crocheted one piece. I watched one freshman as she sauntered up to the pool and undid the wrap around her hips and dropped it to the side; he was watching her instead of where he was going, and walked straight into the pool. Marilyn blushed when she saw what an effect she had. I liked that effect.
Finally, it was graduation week, the week after finals. For the first time in I don't know how long - years! - I didn't have something to do. I could goof off totally! My classes were over. My dissertation was done. I had passed my orals. All I had to do was hang around the mostly empty frat house for another week. On Friday those of us in ROTC would be commissioned as either 2nd Lieutenants or Ensigns, and on Saturday everybody would graduate. Marilyn came down as soon as her classes and finals ended, and stayed with me for the entire week. After graduation, she would help me move to my advanced training school.
We had all gotten our orders a couple of weeks ago. A lot of the guys got deferred orders, like Joe. He would be commissioned along with me, but he was deferring his service until he got through grad school. Like before, he was heading to Wharton. All of the rest of us were heading out to our specialization training. Bruno was going to Fort Belvoir in Virginia since he was going into the engineers. I was heading to Fort Sill in Oklahoma for artillery school.
I had a week's leave following graduation to get to Sill, which we should be able to do in two or three days. As soon as Marilyn showed up, I went out and rented a panel van and we went down to the storage locker I was renting and emptied it out. Then we went back to Kegs and loaded up all the stuff I wouldn't need over the next week, like my textbooks. Since Joe was going to be around, Marilyn and I moved across the hall to a room abandoned for the summer and camped out there.
That's where we were Thursday afternoon, taking a nap. We had been swimming in the pool after lunch, and I had offered to help Marilyn dry off - all over!
"You just want to take my swimsuit off of me.", she countered.
I tried to look shocked. "Marilyn, how can you say that!? You know the possible dangers of chafing! I'm just looking out for your best interests."
"Why do I think you just want to get me naked and have sex all afternoon?"
"Marilyn, I am disturbed by this conversation. It's not my fault if you can't control your lusts when I'm around."
"Bullshit!"
"Let's go find out. I'll dry you off and you try to control yourself."
Marilyn giggled and took my hand and we scampered upstairs. I have to say, she tried to control herself, but ended up totally failing. First I slowly peeled off her bikini, and then gently patted her down all over, before letting her lay back on the bedcovers. Then I brought out some hand lotion and applied it to all the areas that had been covered by the swimsuit, to make sure they were properly moisturized. This did seem to have an effect on her libido, since she was moaning and writhing on the bed as I did this. Then I used some special moisturizer, the kind on my tongue, to reach deep inside and treat the deepest parts I could reach. That was when she simply lost her composure, and demanded that I have sex with her!
Well, I am a gentleman, and Congress was going to recognize that fact in another 24 hours. I helped her out in this time of need. She pulled me on top of her and used her hands to spread her pussylips and guide my cock inside her. We huffed and puffed our way through a very noisy fuck. Afterwards, still not satisfied, Marilyn played with my cock until I was stiff again, and then I rolled her onto her stomach and crawled on top of her, straddling that plump little ass while I fucked her pussy from behind.
So, there we were, starting to nap, with Marilyn face down on the covers and me face up, when we heard a commotion in the hallway outside our room, on the landing. Then I heard, quite clearly, Joe Bradley tell somebody, "He's right across the hallway. Just go on in, he's probably got his headphones on."
I didn't have a chance to do a damn thing about it. I was just trying to sit up and grab for my pants when the door burst open and Suzie barged in, followed by my mother and father. Suzie's eyes opened wide and her jaw hit the floor. My mother just screamed and dragged my sister back out of the room. The door slammed shut, but I could hear Bradley laughing loudly across the hallway.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, BRADLEY!", I yelled as I climbed to my feet and grabbed my pants. He just laughed louder.
Marilyn had actually fallen asleep, and was rolling over. "What's going on?"
"My family just barged in and saw us lying here."
Marilyn stared at me for a second as I pulled my pants on and pulled up the zipper. I damn near caught my dick in the zipper, which would have been a great way to culminate the afternoon. "You mean..."
"I mean, Suzie and my parents know all about that little mole in the small of your back.", I answered.
Marilyn just gabbled in panic at that, so I tossed her the sundress she had started out wearing this morning, and she scrambled to her feet and pulled it on. I grabbed a tee shirt and pulled it on. Out in the hallway, Dad was calming my mother down, and Joe was still laughing. "I am going to kill Joe.", I told Marilyn.
"I'll help!"
We made ourselves as decent as possible in the little time we had, and I straightened out the bed clothes. Then I looked at Marilyn and shook my head in disbelief, and opened the door to the landing. My family was staring at me with different expressions on their faces. Suzie was giggling and laughing at us. My father had a resigned and embarrassed look. And my mother was red faced and furious.
I remember that when our first daughter Alison was born, the nurse looked at her and then said, 'She looks just like you.', referring to me. All three of us kids take after Mom, quite strongly. Instead, Marilyn and I looked at our daughter, red faced and crying and generally yelling up a storm, and then we grinned at each other, and I replied, 'No, she looks just like my mother!'
"Carling! How dare you!" She glanced at Marilyn and decided to not say much more, since that would be taking our troubles out of the house.
I just shook my head. "Hey, Mom, you barged in on us, not the other way around. We ain't apologizing for anything."
She huffed, "Well, I never!", and glanced at my father, who was trying to study the ceiling.
I couldn't help it. I said, "Well, you had three kids, so I suspect you actually did." That set Suzie to outright laughter and both my parents turned beet red. Marilyn punched me from behind.
Change the topic. "What are you doing here?"
"It's your graduation! Where else would we be?", she answered.
I just stared at them for a few seconds. Yes, it was graduation, and I had invited Suzie to come up. The plan was for her to fly up and I would pick her up. Then we would bring her back when we drove down, and drop her off in Lutherville. I was going to drive the panel van and Marilyn was going to drive my Impala. Then we would continue on to Lawton, Oklahoma. Afterwards, once I was settled in, I would put Marilyn back on a plane to Albany, where she could catch a cab over to Kegs and pick up her car and go back to Utica. I had this all worked out with Dad.