I happened to be chatting with my friend Wendy tonight. I couldn’t decide which story to write next, so I gave her a few choices. She suggested I go with an oldie but a goodie, so in that spirit let’s go back to the late ‘80s…
It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college, and I was a Congressional intern working on Capital Hill. It was an amazing experience, especially at that age. I got a small glimpse into the inner workings of our nation’s government, and a bigger glimpse into the inner workings of a few lovely young interns and Congressional staffers.
It was a great summer, with many highlights, sexual and otherwise. I got a blowjob at the Iwo Jima monument, and a different night I fooled around with two women in my dorm room on the same night. Not at the same time unfortunately. But the best story was with my friend Julie.
Julie and I had gone to high school together. She was a year behind me, and we had a fun, sweet, flirtatious relationship. When we met she already had a long-term boyfriend and she and I had more of a big brother-little sister relationship, but the mutual attraction was palpable. We went to different colleges but kept in touch, and when we did see each other the electricity in our young, hormone-infused bodies was conspicuous.
That summer was one such occasion. She was interning for a Federal Government agency, and I was on the Hill. We were both enjoying being young among all the other beautiful young people in the nation’s capital, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t see each other as well. We got together two or three times for some very memorable experiences over the summer.
One day, I think it was a Sunday, Julie and I decided to visit Arlington National Cemetery together. We took the Metro to Arlington Station, and enjoyed the afternoon wandering among the fallen war heroes and paying our respects at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The sun was shining and it was a rare Washington D.C. day that wasn’t too hot and muggy. The setting was absolutely gorgeous.
Arlington Cemetery is chock full of history of course, not least because it’s the location of a mansion owned by Robert E. Lee’s family. And just down the hill from that is John F. Kennedy’s grave and the eternal flame burning there.
Being the idealistic young citizens that we were, and Democrats to boot, we eventually found our way to John F. Kennedy’s grave. By then the sun was going down and the scene could not have been more perfect.
At this point I should back up a bit and note that Arlington is only open during daytime hours, and by the time we were gazing at JFK’s grave the cemetery was already closed. We had actually known that closing time was approaching but rather enjoyed the idea of being the only visitors left. And while we didn’t exactly hide from the military guards sweeping visitors out of the site, we artfully chose our route to avoid their advance and found ourselves with free reign of the park.
So standing there watching the eternal flame we also knew that no one was around. Assuming of course we weren’t caught by a Marine Corps guard. Which I suppose was actually quite a strong risk. And being young and in lust, things led to things, and we ended up kissing and then groping. Julie was wearing a skirt, meaning her panties eventually got pulled down, my pants became unzipped, and we ended up having sex right there at the gravesite, in full view of JFK’s grave, the eternal flame, and the Robert E. Lee mansion. It was a thrilling experience, especially for a couple of young college kids both of whom idealized the mythical president Kennedy.
I recall at the time thinking that some people may consider our actions to be disrespectful, especially considering the historically sacred site. And I absolutely concede the point. In fact, had it been the Library of Congress or the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier I would completely agree. But then again, this is John F. Kennedy we’re talking about. The man who (I guess?) had an affair with Marilyn Monroe. Who reportedly snuck women into and out of the White House late at night. The very icon of youth and sexual virility.
So my theory is that had JFK known about our little encounter, he would have approved. I could just envision him saying something along the lines of “way to go kid; nicely done.”
I’d like to think I did JFK proud.
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