Cookie's First Day Of Leave

It had taken James Earl Callahan, the twenty-four-year-old Cook of the United Planets Cruiser 5-EX, several hours to reach his home after leaving the ship. There were no direct flights there, of course, and there were only two flights daily out of the only hub-city that served the small airport closest to his home. One was at 6:00 A.M.; the other, the one that he was able to catch, departed at 8:00 P.M.

When he finally did get to his boyhood home, he stayed up half the night talking with his father and mother. The next morning his folks let him sleep in, being careful not to make any noise least they awaken their son who was home from the stars. Once James finally did stagger from the bedroom he and his two brothers had shared while growing up, his mother quickly started preparing dinner while James and his father sat out on the front porch talking some more. In this mountainous part of the country, the midday meal was referred to as dinner with the evening meal being called supper. As soon as the fried breaded pork chops, mash potatoes, and string beans were ready; Mrs. Callahan called in her two men to eat. The three said grace then dug in.

“I reckon ya are a better cook now than your Ma,” his father said, smiling slyly. “What with all that schooling the Service has given ya on preparin’ victuals and all.”

“I reckon not,” James answered. “Ain’t nobody can cook like Ma.”

“Don’t talk with yer mouth full, Jimmy,” his Mother said, blushing at the compliment from her son.

“Ya know that McAllister girl will be pleased to learn you’re home fer a spell,” his father remarked while pouring a glass of iced-tea. “She’s always askin’ about ya.”

“Janie?” James replied, as if he knew any other McAllister girl.

“Ya oughta give her a call,” his father suggested. “Maybe see her tonight. I don’t reckon ya’ve had too much female company in the past few weeks.”

“Pa!” Mrs. Callahan slapped her husband on the wrist. He just laughed when she did so.

“Don’t know,” James told his father and reached for the platter of pork chops for another one. “I was thinkin’ more along the lines of hookin’ up with some of the boys this afternoon and hangin’ around with them.”

“Ya do what ya want to do,” his mother encouraged him. “Ya can always see Janie tomorrow at Church.”

James didn’t reply. He knew he would more-or-less have to accompany his mother to Church the next morning. His father never did. The only time the elder Callahan went inside a Church was when somebody died and he attended the funeral. James knew that his mother didn’t really care about his going to church; like most women of the region, they accepted the fact that males only attended church when they were little and then later on when they were very old. She could count on her fingers the number of men in their prime who regular church-goers.

What Mrs. Callahan really wanted from James’s attendance was the chance to show him off. Just as the local barber shop and the pool hall were the centers of Mr. Callahan’s social life, the Church was the center of hers.

“Well, that was good, Ma,” James said as he wiped his mouth with the checkered cloth napkin and stood up. “I think I’ll be heading over to Roy’s Garage to see if anyone’s about.”

“Don’t you want some banana puddin’?” his mother asked. “I made it last night and it’s in the refrigerator now.”

James considered. His mother banana pudding was her specialty. Whenever there was a church social or funeral, that’s the dish she always brought. Finally he decided against it. Truth be known, he intended to do some serious beer-drinking that afternoon and evening, and didn’t want to be too full. “I think I’ll wait til later on to have some.” He kissed his mother on the top of her head and started for the front door.

“Pa, alright if I take the pick-up?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Ya can use the hovercraft if’n ya want,” his father offered.

“Naw, I think I’d rather drive the truck.” He preferred the positive traction the “tank-treads” provided over the cushion of air of the hovercraft. Especially if he decided to do some off road driving.

“Suit yerself,” his father replied. “The keys are in the ignition.”

Just as the barber shop was the social center for the older men, Roy’s Garage was the spot where the younger ones would meet. There and the pool hall; but James felt it was too early for the latter. A couple of his old high school buddies were at Roy’s, plus two or three fellows he didn’t know. They were all sitting around on seats that used to be inside vehicles but had been discarded and were now serving as sofas, more or less watching Billy-Bob rebuilt a turbine.

“James Earl!” Billy-Bob, the owner of Roy’s exclaimed when the Spaceman got out of the pick-up. Technically Billy-Bob’s father, Orson, owned the garage, but he was never there and Billy-Bob ran the place. None of the young men there knew who Roy was. The place had always been owned by Orson Miller as far as they could remember.

The two former school mates pumped hands. Actually, Billy-Bob had been a grade ahead of James, but they had played on the high school basketball team together. After exchanging a few words of greetings with each other, Billy-Bob told James that there was some beer in the fridge inside the office area of the garage.

“I reckon you could bring me one,” one of James’s friend called out when the Spaceman went inside the office.

“I reckon someone else could go to the store and bring back a couple of six-packs,” Billy-Bob said, looking at two others. They caught his glance and one tapped the other on the shoulder as if to say, let’s-go. They rose to leave and one of them asked Billy-Bob for some money. Billy-Bob made a face but reached for the wallet in his hip pocket. The other men who were present also fished out some credits.

One of them said, “Ya might as well get a case.”

“Or two,” another added.

Billy-Bob wiped his hands on a rag and closed up the turbine housing. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any more work done on that Saturday.

About ten hours later, after no one knew how many beers, a minor fight, some major driving around aimlessly, a few games of pool, an argument or two (or twenty), one guy throwing up, two men passing out, James Earl Callahan finally tiptoed into his living room. He didn’t turn on the light but the sound of the hovercraft tearing away woke up his folks anyway. They stayed in bed, not bothering to get up or call to their son. They knew how young men were. Instead, they just rolled over to go back to sleep, happy their boy was home for awhile after all those months away.

The next morning, despite his hang-over, James showered and shaved and put on his suit that still hung in his bedroom closet. When he stepped out on the front porch to wait for his mother to finish with her make-up and such, his father asked him, “Son, we do still have the pick-up, don’t we?”

“Shoot!” James gasped. Then he remembered. “Yes, sir. It’s parked over at the pool hall. Off to the side.”

The father nodded, glad that his son had the good sense not to get behind the wheel while drunk. Of course, whoever had been driving his own vehicle would have been just as drunk, but at least if there were an accident, it would the other fellow’s craft and not Mr. Callahan’s.

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” Mrs. Callahan said when she stepped out on the porch with the other two. “My, don’t you look handsome?” she asked as she adjusted the knot of James’s tie.

The Church Service was not overly long, and James was able to get through it without his headache getting any worse. In fact, by the time the Service “let out”, he was almost feeling human again.

“Hello, James Earl,” a feminine voice behind him said as he stood by the hovercraft waiting for his mother. Mrs. Callahan was with a group of women chatting and James knew that could go on for another three minutes or half an hour.

James turned around to see Janie McAllister standing there; her gloved hands clasped demurely in front of her. He had noticed her during the Service, but the two had not made eye contact.

“Well, hello, Jane Lynn,” he answered in kind, using both of her given names. Her long wavy red hair spilled out beneath the wide brim hat she was wearing. The short sleeve dress revealed her freckled arms and below her billowy skirts, her nylon-encased legs in white heels were shapely.

“When did you get back in town?” she asked

“Late Friday night. I meant to call ya yesterday but…”

“I know,” she broke in. “Ya got side-tracked by a bunch of boys at Roy’s.”

James grinned and shrugged. Janie knew the score. In fact, she knew the score on several accounts. She had gotten married right after high school. Was now divorced with a five-year-old daughter. She had moved back in with her mother, who was a widow. Her mother was a County Employee whereas Janie worked at the local supermarket.

“Janie? You ready to go?” her mother called from across the parking lot where she was standing by her hovercraft.

“Coming mother,” she called back and turned to go. She paused for a moment. “Nice to see ya again, James,” she told him.

“You, too,” James responded. Janie took a couple of steps and James blurted out. “Hey, Janie.”

She stopped and looked back over her shoulder, a quizzical expression on her face.

“Uh…You wanna go ridin’ around some today?” he asked lamely. His original intention that day had been to call her on the viewphone, chat a bit, and maybe together the two could work out plans for getting together that evening. Dinner or something. But speaking to her like this had prompted him to act now.

Janie looked away from him for a second, considering, then once more met his eyes. “O.K. Why don’t ya pick me up after dinner?”

“O.K.,” he agreed. “I’ll see you at one.”

“Better make it three,” Janie told him. “I think Momma is havin’ company over for dinner.”

“Janie?” her mother called again.

“Three it is,” James answered. Then he shouted and waved, “Hello, Mrs. McAllister.”

Janie’s mother nodded and waved back. There was no smile on her face. She didn’t really have anything against the twenty-four year old Spaceman. It was just that she felt her daughter would be wasting her time with him. And time was not on Janie’s side. A divorced mother living at home was not exactly first-class marriage material. And a man gone for most of the year was not exactly what Janie should be looking for.

Mother and daughter got into the mother’s hovercraft and drove away; Janie giving a little wave as they did so. When the vehicle was out of site, James turned back to face the direction of his own mother and resumed his vigil.

After he had changed out of his suit and the family had finished Sunday dinner, James rode with his father to get the pickup. Returning home, Mr. Callahan settled into the porch swing to read the paper while James plopped in an over-stuffed arm chair in the living room to watch television with his mother. He kept his eye on the clock and a little before three announced that he would be back later.

“Where ya off to, son?” his father asked when James went down the steps and towards the pickup.

“Oh, you know,” James told his father. “Just around.”

Mrs. Callahan heard the exchange but said nothing. Out of the corner of her eye, she had noticed James and Janie chatting in the Church parking lot; she could pretty much guess where he was off to. But she wasn’t going to share that with her husband. It served him right for not going to Church with her.

When he pulled up in front of the McAllister house, Janie was already standing on the front porch. She still had on the dress from earlier, but minus the hat and gloves. She hurried down the steps and was opening the door before James even had a chance to get out and do it for her.

“Ya gonna be gone long?” her mother called as she suddenly appeared at the screen door.

“No, M’am,” Janie called back. “I’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

Again Janie’s mother looked at James without saying anything. James nodded towards her and put the pickup in gear, driving off.

“So, where to?” he asked his passenger as they drove away.

“Oh, I don’t care,” Janie answered. She ran her fingers through her long red hair and tossed her head. They did just that, meandering down dirt roads, making turns at random when they came to a fork. The small-talk they tried to make was strained; neither could thing of anything to say that the other might find interesting.

After about ten minutes James pulled off the road and killed the engine. He half-turned in his seat to face Janie, and she did the same, facing him. They looked in each other’s eyes for a few moments then he reached for her. She slid across the seat and they kissed. Tentatively at first, but with more and more fervor after the first few. When James reached for her breast, she pushed his hand away while still keeping an arm around his neck and maintaining the kiss. She did the same the second and even the third time. They continued to kiss and snuggle, and when he placed his hand on her breast again, she left it there for a moment or two before pulling it away.

As his hand was pulled away by her, he flipped it to grab her wrist and guide her hand down to his crotch. She muttered an “Mmm-nmn” to say no and tried to pull back from him. He held her hand against his groin for a second or two, forcing her to feel the hardness inside his pants, before releasing her wrist and once more wrapping both arms around her.

Their lips worked against each other’s, their tongues probing and dancing. She had to pull his hand away from her knee and again away from her breast. It was not that she did not want him to touch her intimately; she did. But she didn’t want to appear easy or cheap to him. Plus, she didn’t want things to get out of hand. She was not on any kind of birth control. Why should she be? There was no man in her life, had not been one for some time.

James was becoming more and more aroused as he kissed her repeatedly, stopping some times to nuzzle the side of her face and her neck. Her skin smelled sweet and her hair smelled fresh. Her lips were soft and giving, and her tongue in his mouth and her fingers in his hair were exciting. His cock was throbbing from all the excitement and the tip of it was steadily leaking pre-seminal liquid. He was afraid he was going to wind up with a serious case of blue balls that afternoon.

After over an hour of kissing and necking, Janie whispered huskily in his ear, “I’m goin’ to have to be getting’ home soon.”

“Not yet,” he panted, rubbing his nose and lips against the base of her neck.

She didn’t want to go, either, but she knew her mother would give her hell about being stuck with Janie’s daughter all afternoon if she stayed much longer. Plus, she didn’t know if she could keep resisting James if they kept this up.

She pushed away from him. “Yeah. I’ve gotta go,” she said with an air of finality.

“But Janie,” he pleaded. His eyes stared desperately at her; the look of need and frustration all over his face. As if to emphasize his predicament, he once more took her hand and directed it to his crotch. This time she did not try to pull away and when he released her hand, she left it there, feeling the heat emanating from the bulge in his pants.

Finally she pulled her hand away and he embraced her again, covering her mouth with his. She kissed him back then struggled out of his grasp once more. She had to get home. But she felt guilty about just leaving him in that condition. After a moment’s thought she made a decision.

“Take it out,” she told him in a raspy voice. “Take it out and I’ll stroke it down for ya.”

It took a second for her words to register, then James quickly fumbled with his pants, unbuckling his belt and tugging down the zipper. He undid the button at the top and spread his fly open. Janie’s green eyes watched as he reached inside his shorts and hauled out his erection. Once he had it free of his boxers, he released it and the engorged organ stood there, jerking in rhythm to his pounding heart.

“Wow,” Janie said softly, awed by the size of his cock. It was about the length of her ex-husband’s but much thicker in girth. She encircled his dick with her smooth fingers and gripped it so only the head plus an inch showed beyond her hand. The tip of it was covered with pre-cum and her thumb rose up and started spreading the clear liquid all over his dickhead. James moaned when she started moving her hand up and down on cock. He spread his legs wider and leaned his head back. Janie stroked the wide cock up and down. Her fingers were barely able to get all the way around it. Her hand was warm and her grip firm. She worked the cock up and down, gripping on it like she would a cow’s teat. Up and down.

James began to pant and rotate his hips. Janie could tell that he would not last long and she started jerking his cock faster. Playing with it for him. Working to bring up the load of cum in his balls and give his some relief. Up and down. Up and down. Over and over. She bit her lower lip in concentration, jerking him off was the only thing that mattered right them. Faster and faster she pumped on him until her fist was pounding furiously on his prick. She intended to milk him dry.

"Yes," he groaned, his back arching in pleasure. "Stroke it like that."

"Yeah? You like it when I play with ya like this?" she teased. She jacked him up and down, squeezing and twisting her hand when she got to the head of his prick. Her other hand snaked over his stomach and gripped his balls gently, her fingers working up and down just behind them. The motion pressed against his prostate, massaging it, and that did it.

Every muscle in James’s pelvis contracted, and suddenly his jizz spewed all over hands. One, two, three times, in sticky white ropes. The hot sticky cum dribbled over her fist. His spasms subsided and Janie slowed down her stroking. Once she was satisfied he was thoroughly drained, she released her grip and just held his cock loosely in her hand.

For the first time she looked up from James cock, the limp, spent cock she was holding, and into his face. His breathing was still ragged as he tried to catch his breath, but there was a big, stupid-looking grin on his face.

"Wow. You were really backed up," she said cheerfully. “Do you have a handkerchief?”

Weakly he reached for his hip pocket and pulled out the folded square of cloth. Janie took it and wiped off her hands. Then she dabbed and blotted as his cock, cleaning the spunk from his shaft, balls, and pubic hair.

After a few more moments of recovery time, James re-fastened his pants and turned the key in the ignition.

“That was…that was just, Jeanie!” he panted and shook his head in satisfied amazement. “Thanks!”

“Anytime,” Janie answered, snuggling up next to him as they drove back to her place. Once there she got out of the pickup and he said he would call her that night.

“I’d like to go out riding with you again,” he smiled tenderly at her.

She returned the smile, feeling herself blush from the obvious appreciation James was feeling towards her at the moment.

“Like I said,” she winked at him. “Anytime ya wanna.”