Connie Thorndike

The bright, perky face of Connie Thorndike, daughter of Admiral Thorndike, filled the screen of the view-phone on Commander Smith’s desk. Her long blonde hair was slightly disheveled and she wore no make up.

“Good morning, Commander,” she said. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” he lied. He was up to his ears in work. “You are up early. I thought you would be sleeping late. Enjoying your break from College and all.”

She glanced away from the screen, probably to check a clock. “It’s almost ten. I have to get up a lot earlier than that at school.”

There was silence for a moment or two, neither knowing what to say next. A generation separated them. Finally Connie said, “It’s such a nice day today. I thought you might like to go to the beach with me.”

The thought of seeing the young woman in a bikini was appealing, but Smith really did not have the time. “I wish I could. Truly. But I have a ton of work to do.”

“Oh,” her smile flickered somewhat. Without her makeup she looked even younger than she had last night. “Some other time, perhaps?”

Smith felt bad that he could not accompany her. Her father had told him that all of her friends were either away at school or had taken jobs so she was totally at loose ends. Before he could reply, she said, “I want to thank you again for last night. It was really nice of you to go out of your way like that and all. The Three Planets is a really mega-cool place.”

Smith felt his face coloring somewhat at the mention of last night. He just prayed that her father never learned of the “thank-you” blowjob she had given him at the end of the evening.

“Maybe we can get together for lunch?” she said hopefully.

“Gee, Connie, I would love to but I honestly don’t think I can get away.”

Then, realizing it was starting to sound like he was giving her the brush-off, he suggested. “How about a movie tonight?”

“Mmm, I can’t,” the young college co-ed rolled her eyes. “Daddy has invited some of our friends over for dinner.”

She let out a deep sigh and frowned. “Old friends. Real old. They will probably all sit around talking about the ‘good old days’ and I’ll be left there to smile politely and pretend that I’m interested and all.”

“Well, I’m kind of old myself,” the thirty-five year old Smith reminded the eighteen year old Connie.

“Really?” she smiled mischievously and glanced quickly around as if she thought someone might be listening, although Smith knew she was alone in the house. Then she leaned in closer to the microphone and whispered, “You didn’t seem so old last night. In the car, I mean.”

Smith positively blushed at her reference to her giving him head and he saw how her eyes twinkled as she enjoyed teasing him about it.

“Tell you what,” Smith said at last, “I’ll slip away from my desk around noon and we can have a quick lunch. Nothing fancy. How’s that?”

Inwardly he wondered if her teasing him about the blowjob caused him to say that and on the other end of the line, Connie was wondering the same. She smiled and licked her lips. “That sounds delicious. Where?”

“The Officer’s Club?” Smith suggested.

“Eww,” Connie wrinkled her nose. As a Service “Brat” she had had enough Officer’s Clubs to last her for the rest of her life. “I know. How about Scooters? It’s a place I used to hang-out at in High School. It’s not too far from the beach.”

“Scooters it is,” he agreed. “But I’m serious. I can’t go swimming with you. Not today. I have to come right back to work after lunch.”

She agreed and when he asked if she wanted him to pick her up, she told him no, she would meet him there.

Two hours later Smith had left the base and driven to the nearby greasy spoon Connie had suggested. He had found the address easily enough via computer and as he pulled up to the curb, he saw Connie leaning against the plate glass window outside the joint. Her hair was pulled back in a pony-tail and she had on sunglasses. Her long legs were on display from the tight white shorts she was wearing and her knotted tee-shirt revealed her flat stomach. She wore simple sandals and over her shoulder was slung a straw handbag.