Don't Ask, Don't Tell; Chapter One
By popular demand, and lack of new material.. I am posting the infamous "don't ask, don't tell" story originally written as fictional erotica some years back. I am going to break it up in chunks though and call them chapters, as the need facilitates. They will most likely be time stamped to appear under the previous chapters, so all you will have to do is scroll down for continuous reading.
enjoy!
In the mid-90's I was stationed on the east coast during my tour of duty with the United States Marine Corp; 3rd division, 2nd marines. Mid-way through my duty our unit was briefed to deploy on a naval ship for a med float, it would be six months at sea, once back in the states I would be flying overseas, for another 2 years serving in Sasebo.
Our unit departed early one morning, before sunrise.. we kissed our loved ones good-bye and promised we'd write. Since this was just after Desert Storm, we anticipated this would be a safe journey, and we would return unharmed in record time.
I had been seeing somebody for about a year when we deployed, and the relationship had gotten quite serious...even going so far as to becoming engaged. We would marry when I returned though I was hesitant that this was "the one."
I could still make him out in the crowd as the ship sailed slowly away from the coast line. I would miss his company...
Not far out from shore our drill sargeant who was this shrewd, spindly old woman, commanded us to our bunker to be briefed and to prepare for morning drills. Our attention then turned to not that of our friends and families, but of our jobs being marines; women marines...and the best women marine unit on the east coast.
As we walked in two's across the deck of the ship, we passed another marine unit doing their drills toward the bow, it was a all male marine unit! I couldn't believe it, we were sharing the ship! My good friend and soldier (code named "chilly") whispered to me in surprise "a male marine deployment with us?" she chuckled "Seriously?..."
I nodded slightly to acknowledge that I heard her. "this should be an interesting tour..." I added. We practically drooled on our boots as we passed their shirtless, tan, well built bodies doing crunches...one, two, three....
Later that evening, while joking around in the mess hall a bunch of us girls decided to pick our favorites. Since we hadn't really had the opportunity to meet any of them yet, we were working off of first impressions. In all it appeared there were 5 marine units assigned to the ship; 2 women platoons, 3 men platoons so we had many to choose from.
"I'll take the one with the hat over there" smiled Chilly as she tongued her spoon.
"Ummm you stupid fuck, they all have hats on..." chuckled Binder (Binder was a large, intimidating looking woman in my platoon. She was attractive but really big boned, sort of like a glorified dyke. On the subject of that, she was also a lesbian and proud of it. Going as far as drawing a pussy with a sharpie on the front of her helmet.)
"No, no...the different hat. The safari looking one..."
We all burst out into laughter "you wear a pith helmet on safari dumb-ass" I cajoled, "I think you're speaking of the blond one third table to my left?"
"yeah. he's hot." she sighed..."what I wouldn't give for a piece of that shit."
As I was scanning the crowded mess hall for my pick, one marine imparticular caught my eye. Probably because he was looking right back at me; through all of the soldiers that filled the room, we made direct eye contact. His gaze looked deep and concentrated, even a bit angry...perhaps animalistic? Was I beginning to feel uncomfortable with this? I feel funny.. almost like, he's looking right into my soul. Why is he looking at me like that? Like I am a object, a goal, a necessity... I feel hot, and a tad shy...he's still looking at me like that....what the fuck does that mean?
After about a minute of obvious staring... my concentration was broken; the connection lost.
"So dude," another girlfriend of mine, Stokes interrupted "who's your pick? Come on with it, we've all shared..."
"ummm..." my eyes floated back to the staring soldier who was no longer staring at me, but chatting with a guy next to him. "Probably, that one..." I pointed shyly towards a table in the opposite direction, where the tactical unit sat.
"Are you serious? No, no, no...you need some one better than that!" Stokes pushed past Chilly and stuck her fork into my mashed potatoes. As she shoved her mouth full she was able to point and mumble "that one..."
"Hey, that's the one I picked!" Chilly whined "You can't have him..."
The conversation went on and on, but I was not paying attention.. I was intrigued by that soldier sitting over there, the one that looked at me like that... that look I can't describe...
And I thought about that look for 3 long months.
enjoy!
In the mid-90's I was stationed on the east coast during my tour of duty with the United States Marine Corp; 3rd division, 2nd marines. Mid-way through my duty our unit was briefed to deploy on a naval ship for a med float, it would be six months at sea, once back in the states I would be flying overseas, for another 2 years serving in Sasebo.
Our unit departed early one morning, before sunrise.. we kissed our loved ones good-bye and promised we'd write. Since this was just after Desert Storm, we anticipated this would be a safe journey, and we would return unharmed in record time.
I had been seeing somebody for about a year when we deployed, and the relationship had gotten quite serious...even going so far as to becoming engaged. We would marry when I returned though I was hesitant that this was "the one."
I could still make him out in the crowd as the ship sailed slowly away from the coast line. I would miss his company...
Not far out from shore our drill sargeant who was this shrewd, spindly old woman, commanded us to our bunker to be briefed and to prepare for morning drills. Our attention then turned to not that of our friends and families, but of our jobs being marines; women marines...and the best women marine unit on the east coast.
As we walked in two's across the deck of the ship, we passed another marine unit doing their drills toward the bow, it was a all male marine unit! I couldn't believe it, we were sharing the ship! My good friend and soldier (code named "chilly") whispered to me in surprise "a male marine deployment with us?" she chuckled "Seriously?..."
I nodded slightly to acknowledge that I heard her. "this should be an interesting tour..." I added. We practically drooled on our boots as we passed their shirtless, tan, well built bodies doing crunches...one, two, three....
Later that evening, while joking around in the mess hall a bunch of us girls decided to pick our favorites. Since we hadn't really had the opportunity to meet any of them yet, we were working off of first impressions. In all it appeared there were 5 marine units assigned to the ship; 2 women platoons, 3 men platoons so we had many to choose from.
"I'll take the one with the hat over there" smiled Chilly as she tongued her spoon.
"Ummm you stupid fuck, they all have hats on..." chuckled Binder (Binder was a large, intimidating looking woman in my platoon. She was attractive but really big boned, sort of like a glorified dyke. On the subject of that, she was also a lesbian and proud of it. Going as far as drawing a pussy with a sharpie on the front of her helmet.)
"No, no...the different hat. The safari looking one..."
We all burst out into laughter "you wear a pith helmet on safari dumb-ass" I cajoled, "I think you're speaking of the blond one third table to my left?"
"yeah. he's hot." she sighed..."what I wouldn't give for a piece of that shit."
As I was scanning the crowded mess hall for my pick, one marine imparticular caught my eye. Probably because he was looking right back at me; through all of the soldiers that filled the room, we made direct eye contact. His gaze looked deep and concentrated, even a bit angry...perhaps animalistic? Was I beginning to feel uncomfortable with this? I feel funny.. almost like, he's looking right into my soul. Why is he looking at me like that? Like I am a object, a goal, a necessity... I feel hot, and a tad shy...he's still looking at me like that....what the fuck does that mean?
After about a minute of obvious staring... my concentration was broken; the connection lost.
"So dude," another girlfriend of mine, Stokes interrupted "who's your pick? Come on with it, we've all shared..."
"ummm..." my eyes floated back to the staring soldier who was no longer staring at me, but chatting with a guy next to him. "Probably, that one..." I pointed shyly towards a table in the opposite direction, where the tactical unit sat.
"Are you serious? No, no, no...you need some one better than that!" Stokes pushed past Chilly and stuck her fork into my mashed potatoes. As she shoved her mouth full she was able to point and mumble "that one..."
"Hey, that's the one I picked!" Chilly whined "You can't have him..."
The conversation went on and on, but I was not paying attention.. I was intrigued by that soldier sitting over there, the one that looked at me like that... that look I can't describe...
And I thought about that look for 3 long months.
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