Generation Gap!
TJ Ryder
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chapter 1
I thought I'd mention some of the problems in this scene for a sub white boy in his late thirties who goes out with mostly black marine recruits! Some of my stories that are purely fantasy are illustrated in various websites, but this touches on aspects that most sub face eventually. enjoy!
I got a call from an old boyfriend who was now stationed at Camp Lajeune while I worked my noon waitress shift at a coffee shop on Pacific Beach, San Diego. Two other TVs worked there, one of whom should have retired long ago but she/he also taught me a whole lot of survival tricks. Problem is now she's not passable in daylight. The young marines come in here and can't figure out what the hell she is, and that doubt casts aspersions on Rhonda and me. I know its petty and mean cuz wer'e all getting old.
Me? Well, I'm in my late thirties and if I didn't take care of my pale complexion in the California sun I'd be a prune today. I stand barely 5'4", slender build, 139 lbs with auburn hair. I have a few cosmetics but can also look like a boy in one of the few outfits I have left and that is quite convenient at times.
I was working at Loretta's coffee shop, one of the several TV-friendly shops off the boardwalk and the servicemen are usually pretty aware that we or I 'might' not be what we seem. I have my real name "Terry" embroidered on my uniform blouse, also convenient since it could be a girl's name or a boy's. I also have a sports pin of the Bolus Bulls mascot, indicating to some my preference for Big and BLACK! On top of which, I have a medallion around my neck that says 'SHEHE in lavendar script!
I normally work at my studio 8-12 monday thru friday, which is one room of my 2 bedroom townhouse a few blocks away, but Iv'e learned not to bring new men back there. Generally I, we, use the Marbury motor lodge because it has a band weekends and there's some dancing in the lounge and it's pretty TV/CD friendly.
There were three young black marines at a booth and one was extremely shy and there was some flirting and banter already, and then I noticed one talking on his cell phone, and five minutes later I got this call. Rhonda doesn't like us taking personal calls so I pretended I had to use the ladies room.
"Oh hi, Javonne, make sergeant yet?"
"One more pump ah guess. Anyway, mah cousin Darnell just called from Loretta's!" Ah hah!
"Kind of figured!"
"You see em?"
"I see three recruits in one booth, and a few more coming in the door!"
"He'd have Jackson on his name tag!"
"He's in civvies!"
"Yeah, right, anyway I told him to look you up and he just don't believe your'e not a girl and doesn't want to make a fool of himself!"
I never could figure that about guys. "Well, look Javonne, he's going to have to step up!"
Sensing my reserve he asked me if I was seeing anyone and I said that was no longer his business, so he said okay, and he said he would just say to him that I was 'THE' Terry who worked at Loretta's.
I shrugged and went out to see Loretta's frown, and soon the one in the middle was on his phone, smiling and looking at me, along with his two friends.
When I brought them their order, smiling professionally, the outside corner buck smiled.
"Ah see yo name be Terry! That a boy's name ain't it?"
I smiled, "it could be either boy or girl!"
"Issat yo real name?" I was going to say it came with the uniform but decided to be nice.
"Yup, it is!"
"An what about these other 'girls'? Dose their real names?"
I decided to stop it. "Have to ask them. Those are the names I use when I talk to them!"
"What Davonne means is," the middle one, Darnell, said seeing I was moving away, "well, anyway, you know my cousin Javonne! He was stationed here for a couple of years!"
"I knew Javonne," not saying I just talked to him. "Anyway, do you guys want anything else?" One asked for more coffee and I had to go to other tables, two more marines, 3 sailors, and a couple college girl tourist types. The next half an hour I fielded a pitch from a white sailor who thought I was a girl, some hand pats from one of the tourist coeds, and when I returned to the marine booth to give them their bill they had to make their pitch and I was curious.
"Um, say, Terry," Darnell spoke, "any chance of talking some other time?" I smiled, giving him credit for making the first move. I could have said all he had to do was come in here and get a cup of coffee.
"As long as it isn't about Javonne!"
"Nope, don't worry!"
I shrugged, "well, I get off work at 4, then we usually go to the Blue Lagoon for a couple of drinks!"
"Where's zat?" the other buck said
"It's the lounge at the Marbury, just two blocks south off the boardwalk!"
"Great, we'll be there!"
'We'll...!' I thought, looking at the other two young muscled up black teenagers who were sizing me up now with interest.
"Say Terry," one said, "any happy hour there?"
"Not on weekends, no place on the beach on weekends!"
"What are the rates there?"
"Let me guess, you don't have to be back on base till tomorrow?"
"You got it!"
"It's a depression so it's cheaper than when, um, Javonne stayed there!" I almost said Javonne and me and they knew it.
Now I'm getting some interested looks at my legs and butt as they walked out and we all knew I was looking at an orgy with three, pentup, black, teenage studs with rigid cocks and full ballsacs, and Rhonda sees this and has his/her hand on her hip and an arched eyebrow.
"Give me a break, Rhonda!" I said.
"I thought you said you'd never pull a train again with strangers!"
(Sigh) "Who said I was?"
Around 5:30 I was home changing and had a call from a tv friend Lynn who worked at a gallery on the beach who I frequently hit the Lagoon with. Lynn has a big pair of boobs compared to my modest 32 b's that I could conceal with a sweater or jacket and she wears a scandalous low cut top. I said I would meet her on the way.
The weather was warm and I took a little extra interest in my clothes since I had something cooking so I wore a pink, sleeveless top and a very short skirt, short heeled pumps and a short skirt over bare legs. I tied my hair back in a ribbon and wore a simple green necklace hanging just in the beginning of my braless modest cleavage. I applied a little perfume, not much.
You could detect the nipple rings through the sheer blouse and I changed to my larger tongue stud which was also easy to spot. I also put on a leather and steel bracelet on my left arm that dug in a little and looked like it hurt because it did.
That was normally my cruising basics and I paused as I looked in the mirror.
I frowned and slipped my lavendar bikini panties down over my cock and full balls, opened a drawer and selected a medium butt plug, applied some vaseline, and slipped it in. MMMMMMMmmmm! That definitely gets me into character fast.
That gave me a hardon so I tied my pink sweater around my small waist to conceal the jutting of my skirt with its knot in front. Then I opened another drawer and selected my basic leather and steel dog collar matching my bracelet. With the big ring in the front, I took a nylon leash and put it in my purse with the shoulder strap. Still considering my look, I also slipped in a can of mace and a pair of my special handcuffs. Special because I could get out of them if I had to.
I opened the bottom drawer and once again had to decide what to bring. Normally I don't show the bottom drawer toys on a first date, but since I could only imagine what Javonne had been prattling on about, I looked at toys that wouldn't leave a permanent mark, but finally shut the drawer. That was probably just too slutty even for me! Than I opened it again and took two small items I could put into an overnight bag.
Adding an extra pair of panties, toothbrush and dental floss, I looked at my small, 25-caliber auto but decided not to take it. I just don't like weapons and Iv'e never had any trouble if I stayed at the Marbury but I vowed I was not going to get in any car with them until I had at least one date. Besides, I smiled at myself, this may just be a flirting thing and maybe they'll find someone at the Lagoon they like better. I wasn't the hottest or youngest tv on Pacific Beach. In fact there were real women cruising for servicemen coming down from the colleges every Saturday night. And the cougars! Older and richer women with expense accounts and corvettes and beach houses they got from a divorce.
It was still around 75 degrees when I stepped out to walk the 5 blocks, the buttplug loosening me up and turning me on. I'd remove it in the ladies room when I got there.
I met Lynn two blocks later and she laughed when she saw me.
"Just what have you got going on tonight, honey?"
"I'm not actually sure, Lynn!"
continued in chapter 2