Trouble Triangle (Tyler's Trouble Trilogy) (18 page)

"Umm…" she purred. "Yes. Eat me up. Oh, you're so good. I love it. Lick me. Oh, yes. God, I'm going to come, baby." She thrust her hips, driving my tongue deeper into her sweet spot. "Oh, yes. Faster. Oh, God. Oh, lick me, Suzie, Yes!"

I pulled my head back, disbelieving what I just heard.

She grabbed my head and thrust it back into her honey pot. "Finish me, bitch," she screamed.

I buried my head back where she wanted it as she rode out her orgasm, twisting and withering – her legs twitching with uncontrollable muscle spasms. She sounded loud, but it was difficult to tell with her thighs firmly wrapped around my head muffling any noise I could hear.

She slowly released her grip around my head as her body quivered. "Wow! That was fantastic."

I pulled my head back and wiped my mouth. I stood up and looked at her. "Who's Suzie?" I asked.

Her eyes widened before darting around the stall, looking everywhere except at me. "What?"

"You said Suzie."

"No, I didn't." She pulled up her jeans, her focus firmly planted on her zipper and button.

"Yes, you did. I heard you. You said Suzie."

"She placed her hands on her hips and finally met my eyes. "Tyler, I said 'Do me!'"

Did she? I could have sworn she said Suzie.

"You misunderstood me. Besides, how could you hear me over all that noise I was making?" She smiled and patted my cheek.

Good point. She was pretty loud.

Turning sideways, she scooted past me and out into the open bathroom.

"What about me?" I looked down at my still swollen cock.

"I'll close the door. Don't be too long." She left me alone with nothin
g but a memory and a bar towel.

#

We left the strip joint with Holly smiling. She gave the stripper a wave as we left and headed for the tattoo parlor. At least she stayed with me while I got the tattoo. I was afraid that she might have kept leaving to sneak
some more peeks at naked girls.

She paid the tattooist when we left and we went back to her place. I decided that 'Suzie' was more a figment of my imagination and enjoyed the thought of her having lesbian thoughts of lust. But she was mine. Nothing would change that. The night was filled with normal heterosexual sex and no more screams of 'Do me.'

Holly took me back to base Monday morning. I arrived at the room, showered, changed, and went to work. That was the first time I saw Mark since I asked him to lie to Debbie for me. We took a break around ten o'clock and stepped outside into a cooling breeze.

"Where were you this morning?" I asked.

"I stayed with Lori." He leaned his back against the wall. "She got paranoid after you busted in on us. Now we're even."

"Yeah, she was nice." I smiled. "So you guys are good, huh?"

"Yeah, I really like her. I'll hang with her for a while."

"Good." I took a drag of my cigarette.

"Debbie's not too happy with you. I told her you were working, like you said. First words out of her mouth were 'Bullshit, he's out fucking Holly.' Just thought I'd warn you."

"Thanks. I'll sort it out with her. But she knows the score. She's practically given me permission to keep going with Holly."

He shook his finger. "Not when you have a date with her already lined up. What was it she said?" He looked skyward in thought, then clicked his fingers. "Oh, yeah. She said 'If he thinks I'm going to be his standby slut, he's got another thing coming.'"

"Can I borrow twenty bucks?" I asked.

He reached for his wallet. "What for?"

"I better get her some flowers."

He handed me the money. "Good luck, you're going to need it." He slapped me on the back.

"Ouch!"

"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Holly been digging her nails in again?"

"No, she bought me a tattoo, as a gift. A two hundred dollar tiger, and she paid for it. I'd show you, but I still have the bandage on. Hurt like a bitch."

"Chambers," Watkins'
voice bellowed across the shop.

I grimaced and handed Mark my cigarette.

"I don't want this nasty thing," he yelled as I ran into the shop.

"Hang on to it. I'll be right back."

I went to Watkins' office.

"You wanted to see me, Petty Officer Watkins?"

"Yes. I need you to take a torch and go down to the
Boston.
The bubbleheads can't undo one of the nuts of a hose they're supposed to be delivering to us, so you need to go put some fire to it to get the nut to expand."

"Sure thing, boss."

I wheeled the rig with two large cylinders that would combine the oxygen and acetylene I needed to produce the flame down to the
Boston.
Putting the hoses from the torch in the overhead to prevent a trip hazard, I ran the required paperwork gaining permission to light an open flame inside a nuclear powered submarine. I got into position by the hose and a crew member of the sub, or bubblehead as we called them, stood next to me with a fire extinguisher
at the ready as my fire watch.

I sat on the deck and fired up the torch, adjusting the flame to about ten inches long. I heated the nut. Another bubblehead sat next to me with a wrench, ready to loosen the stuck nut once I got it hot enough for it to expand. I moved the flame around the target. It was a tight location, and I kept a close eye on the surrounding area to make sure I didn't accidentally set something alight.

"Goddamn it, Tyler," someone shouted, "what the fuck are you doing?"

Startled, I turned to see who called. The torch in my hand, and the flame coming out of it, turned with me. Six inches from my right shoulder stood a Master Chief, yelling at one of his subordinates, Petty Officer Tyler. By the time I realized it wasn't me he was yelling at, it was too late. The flame had already caught the bottom of his pants leg.

The fire traveled up his pants. Master Chief's feet moved so fast it looked like he was dancing to
Come on Eileen
by
Dexys
Midnight Runners. He danced and cursed as he batted at the flames with his hand. The fire continued to grow.

I turned off the torch and yelled at my fire watch. "Blast him!" I screamed, pointing to the Master Chief with his pants on fire. The fire watch froze, jaw dropped, watching Master Chief fast become an inferno.

I jumped to my feet, snatched the extinguisher out of the bubblehead's hand and pushed him out of the way. I pulled the safety pin and blasted Master Chief's burning pants with CO2. Master Chief stood coughing inside the cloud of smoke and carbon dioxide.

The fire was out.

Master Chief turned slowly to face me. One pant leg intact, the other one missing to just below his crotch. The smell of singed hair filled the compartment. I looked at Master Chief's bare, hairless leg. His right khaki colored pant leg ended in black char at his upper thigh. At the other end of his naked leg, a black sock protruded just above his ankle high boot. He looked at me. I still had the fire extinguisher aimed at his leg.

"Good job, sailor. Well done." He looked around the compartment. "Now…" His eyes made contact with everyone of the eight people in the entire compartment. "Who the fuck set me on fire?" he screamed.

Every head bowed, looking at the deck.

I cleared my throat. "Umm…Master Chief," I said, "sorry." I pointed to the bubblehead with the wrench. "He went to undo the nut, and I moved the torch to get it out of his way. I didn't know you were standing next to me. It was an accident." I was sure he must have detected the nervousness in my voice.

Master Chief bent over and ran his hands up and down his leg. "At least you were quick enough with the fire extinguisher before it burned my leg. But if you had the torch, who was the goddamn fire watch?"

The designated bubblehead's hand shook as he
raised it. "Me, Master Chief."

"Why the hell didn't you secure this passageway? You should have never let anyone walk down here when this guy's got a fucking fire in his hand." Master Chief shook his fist. "You're on report for dereliction of duty." He crooked his finger. "Come with me. We're going to do the paperwork right now, you incompetent little shit." Master
Chief and the fire watch left.

Another fire watch was assigned, and we managed to get the nut undone and the flex hose removed without further incident. I returned to the shop with the hose. Petty Officer Watkins couldn't stop laughing when I told him how I fired up a Master Chief.

#

After my exciting day of barbecuing a Master Chief and nearly setting a submarine on fire, I went to the Navy Exchange store. I bought a nice bunch of flowers, then headed for Debbie's room, practicing in my head what I would say to her.

Holly came from the other direction walking toward me. My heart raced, but I wasn't sure if it was from the simple fact of seeing my hot looking girlfriend or from guilt of knowing I was about to cheat on her; albeit an act that was out of my control. We stopped when we met.

"Hi, gorgeous," I said. "I was just coming to find you to give you these. Thanks for a great weekend, and the tattoo." I handed her the flowers.

"That's like totally sweet." She smelled them. "That's very thoughtful of you, Tyler. Thank you. I'd love to see you tonight, but I have to work. Maybe Thursday night I'll take you to a movie." She leaned in and whispered. "They have nice restrooms in the cinema." She tapped the end of my nose with her finger.

"Great. See you Thursday." We carried on walking in our separate directions.

#

Debbie answered the door in a Baltimore Colts t-shirt and tight shorts. She stepped to one side to let me in. I brushed past her, my arm kind of accidentally grazing her breasts as I headed for the table across the room. She grabbed a couple of beers from her mini-fridge and set them on the table. We both sat down and cracked open the beers.

"Don't speak," she said, and turned up the radio that was on the table.

We sat there for ten minutes without talking so she could finish listening to the end of the baseball game. After Reggie Jackson struck out, she spoke.

"I thought you'd come around. I half expected you to show up with a bunch of cheesy flowers, but I guess you're not that bothered about missing our date Friday night. And don't give me that line of shit that you were working like Mark tried to feed me. So where were you?"

I took a drink of beer. "Let me explain. I just—"

A knock at the door interrupted me. Debbie got up, walked across the room and opened the door.

"Holly?"

As soon as Debbie said 'Holly'
, I dove under the bed.

"
Here.
I wanted to bring you these. Can I come in? Just for a minute," Holly asked.

I squeezed as tight as I could against the wall hoping she couldn't see me. All I could see was their feet, so I was probably safe.

"You brought me flowers?" Debbie sounded incredulous. I felt the same way.

Holly let out a small chuckle as they walked toward the table. She stopped midway. "I see you have company."

"Oh…umm…yeah. Lori and I were just having a beer. She had to pop down to the store for something."

"Like, maybe I should wait. I'd like to talk to her too."

"Umm…she might be a while. What do you want, Holly?"

"I just wanted to say…sorry. I've been like a total bitch to you. You didn't deserve that. And I'm sorry I slapped you. There, I said it."

"I don't know what to say. I appreciate that, but can we talk about this some other time?" Debbie walked toward the door. I said a silent prayer that Holly would take the hint and leave. If she were to sit down anywhere she might have been able to see me. "I'd like to talk to Lori before she sees you again. She's still pretty pissed off and might just take a swing at you." Debbie let out a nervous laugh. "Let me calm her down first."

"Like, whatever. I came to say what I had to say, and I said it. Okay? Sorry. And tell Lori I said sorry for punching her." Holly'
s feet move toward the door.

"Hey, Holly, you still seeing that Chambers guy?"

"Yeah. He like adores me."

"It's serious, then?"

"Yes, it is."

"I hear he's got a bit of a reputation. He wouldn't cheat on you, would he?"

"Like, he wouldn't have the balls to. And if he ever did, he wouldn't have any left when I got done with him. Don't worry, I know how to keep my guy from docking in foreign ports.
Gotta
run. Ciao." She walked out and Debbie closed the door.

I crawled out from under the bed. Debb
ie and I sat down at the table.

"What just happened there?" I asked.

Debbie took a big gulp of beer and wiped her mouth with her hand. "Your girlfriend just brought flowers to your bit on the side, and I have no idea why."

"And what the hell was that? Asking if she's still seeing me?" I poked myself in the chest.