Those Sailor Boys

My friends and I were walking around Navy Pier in Chicago when two young men in Navy uniforms approached us and asked if we wouldn’t mind keeping them company for the afternoon. We agreed since they seemed nice enough.
Soon after, we found out that they had just graduated boot camp and were both 18. My friends and I were all college seniors, so we had some difficulties finding conversation topics that didn’t involve their high school experiences. One of the men (or should I say boys) took a liking to me and proceeded to play with the breast pocket on my coat and awkwardly run his fingers through my hair. At this point, I was ready to leave, but my friends wanted to stay on.
They bought us tickets to an IMAX show, and I, of course, ended up seated next to the awkward kid. For the first half, I desperately needed to use the restroom and fidgeted for awhile. Finally I got up and went to the restroom, and when I returned I was so relieved that I sunk deep into my seat.
The guy apparently took this as a sign, as he immediately put his arm around me. He then used his opposite arm to grab my hand. Leaning close to me, he whispered, “I really like you.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship,” I replied.
“That’s fine,” he said. “We’ll just have fun.”
I wanted to disagree, but didn’t want to completely mortify the kid in the packed theatre. Then I felt his left hand reach down to grab my left breast while his right hand felt up my inner thigh.
Thankfully, the movie soon ended. I gathered my friends for a “bathroom visit” and we quickly left out a side door, leaving neither our last names or phone numbers.


