Don't ask, Don't tell; Chapter Two

Five long weeks on the ship, and the days were getting tedious. Our unit seemed taxed for some down time, and it showed in our attitude. Since leaving the US there had been atleast a dozen fights aboard the vessel, not including my self-defense issue with some dyke from another platoon trying to make me a late night snack... I broke that bitches nose like it was nothing.
Not that I had a problem with a little sexual attention by this point, cause I didn't. There were many nights that my bunk mate would ask me to come down and spend some time with her, of course between her legs...or vice-versa.

I remember the first time she asked me, I was writing a letter to my fiance' back home. They had called light's out, so I was operating the pen and paper under sheet with a penlight held tightly in my mouth. Very camp-style I assure you. Anyway, I was telling him all the bull shit politics aboard the ship, how lonely I was, what books I was reading. Wanting to know if Kurt Cobain was really dead or not...
"Robinson..." she whispered....
That was my code name, Mrs. Robinson... named after the notorious MILF played by Anne Bancroft in the move "The Freshman." Why? Because I had two kids, was a normal everyday housewife, but felt needed a call to duty... there were no other women there like me, mostly young girls or women who had given up on life and decided to begin over in the USMC. The boot camp sargeant being the dick he was informed me the first day that I was only there "to suck the dicks of other soldiers and that would be my duty to my country. Then he followed up the abusive monologe saying something about me fucking the friends of my son, and if I really wanted to serve my country I should spread my legs for every pretty boy at the local high-school. Hence, I adopted the code name of Mrs. Robinson and from then on it followed me everywhere.
"Hey, Robinson..." she called up again, "Are you awake?"
"Yep." I replied while still clenching the flashlight between my teeth "I'm still awake."
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, "are you busy?"
"Yep. Well, er, no..." I whispered, removing the flashlight so I could communicate a bit more clearly "I'm writing to Dave."
"That stupid fuck, eh? Why do you still write him?"
"Because he's my fucking fiance' that's why."
"You know, you don't really love him... why even keep up the facade. Dump him and have some fun while on duty..." she smiled "Especially since we'll be in the south of france soon and we have some libo coming." Our ship was set to dock at a port in the south of France in about two weeks, we would have a weekend on land, off-duty...party time.
"What, like I'm going to find some hot french guy?"
She crawled out from her bunk and stood, looking me eye to eye and seeming quite shocked at my response. "Didn't you get a passport?"
"What?" I looked back, just as surprised "A what? A passport."
"Yeah silly," she smiled kinda conivingly..."A passport. You fuck a man in each country and you get a stamp for each, once it's filled you get like.... a prize or some shit like that."
"ooh, sounds riveting." I retorted.."Can't believe I didn't get the memo on that one."

Down the way you could hear the low moaning of another pair in our bunker behaving badly. Then she went on "Robinson, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure"
"It's personal"
"Yep."
"Do you ever get lonely, like for companionship?"
I paused for a moment, never before being asked that question by one of my commrades.
"Well, yeah I mean, we've only been at sea for about a month. But I guess I get lonely, sure."
She stood back up to look at me and said "I'm lonely too, and I think we could help each other... " My curiousity was peaked, I had to know what she was up to.. "Yeah, how's that?"
"Would you come down and lay with me, in my cot... just for awhile...please?" whining a bit, she intertwined her fingers as if she were praying, her big brown eyes staring, almost pleading. "I would really like it if we could just, be close..." she stumbled a bit for the right words, "we don't have to do anything, no pressure."
At this point in my life I must say I had never been propositioned by a woman for "company" before. And I never considered myself attracted to the same sex at all except for the occasional beauty that you might notice walking down the street or at the grocery store. Honestly, I wasn't sure that if anything were to start, if I could finish it. I put down my notepad and my flashlight and turned toward her, coming within inches of her face.
"You want me to lie in your cot with you?"
"Uh-huh" she grinned widely, and then batted those eyes at me again "ppplllleeeeaaaassseee?"

She was cute, just about the best looking thing in our squad. Everybody had wanted to provide her with company, even some of the naval officers on board, it surprised me that this girl could ever have been lonely. "Okay, but only for a few minutes... I don't want to get us caught."
"That doesn't seem to be a problem..." she said sarcastically as she pointed toward the end of our bunker where they were still behaving badly, and there was an apparent climax happening.

She ducked down into her cot, I climbed down and followed. She had a pink blanket laid across her normal drab military issue sheets. "I like your blanket." I said, as I ran my hand across it, feeling how soft it was in comparison to the blanket I had up in my bunk. "Thanks, my mom gave it to me when we departed... It keeps me warmer than this old thing." She reached down and patted the drab one. "Lay down next to me and feel how nice it is against your skin." I laid down towards the inside of her cot against the wall, she pulled the blanket up over us until it reached out chins. "See, isn't it nice?" smiling, she then continued "Anytime you want to come down and use my blanket...you're more than welcome. But we're a package deal...no me, no blanket."
"All right," I agreed, "No you, no blanket."
And then there was a moment of silence.

"Robinson, can I ask you another question?" she sighed as she nuzzled closer to me almost touching, and reached up to stroke my hair.
"sure" I replied, allowing her to run her hand through my hair, enjoying the way It felt to have somebody showing any kind of adoration towards me. For the first time in a long while I actually felt a sensation of excitement as her fingertips met my long locks over and over again. "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Ummm... no." I whispered "That feels good though, the whole stroking my head thing... do that some more." I basked in the pleasure of being petted.

"I want to kiss you Robinson." she whispered, moving closer.
"And..." I replied "You're not going to ask permission are you?" I joked, almost hoping that she wouldn't have even stated that she wanted to and just done it.
She rolled over so her back was toward me, "no, I guess I won't."

More silence followed, I laid there thinking about the way her hand felt on my head. The way she caressed, the way her eyes widened as she pleaded for me to lay with her. I put my hand on her arm and began to run it up and down from her shoulder to her wrist and back. She didn't respond, she couldn't have been asleep... there hadn't been enough time for that. I wanted her to touch me again, I wanted to feel more of her than just her arm. I scooted towards her, almost spooning, then I lifted up and kissed her softly on the back of her neck. Her hair smelled great, almost fruity..and it was soft; softer than mine. The scent of her skin was one of soap with a hint of perfumey lotion, I breathed her in as I kissed her neck gently over and over again. When I noticed she was not responding I stopped "I was just being a smart-ass" I whispered softly into her ear "I didn't really want to hurt your feelings... let me kiss you." I couldn't believe what I was saying, or that I was even saying it... but with that she rolled over onto her back and looked up at me. "I've wanted to hear you say that for a long, long time. Ever since boot camp."
Then, I kissed her.
Her lips were soft, and yet softer than I would've imagined they'd be. And I instantly felt warm when our lips connected, more so than when I had kissed my fiance' so long ago. She teased me with her tongue, withdrawing it in and out as we kissed, making me want to continue to kiss her...everywhere. My hands began to wander to her stomach and under her tank top, she was not wearing a bra... this, combined with the passionate kisses added to my warmth and excitedness since I had never felt another girls tits before. I smoothed my hand further into her tank top and placed one hand on her right breast; kneading it, squeezing it, wanting to kiss them as I was kissing her now.
I worked down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, caressing her hair with my other hand..."that feels so good" she sighed "don't stop." I lifted the tank top and moved down under the pink blanket... groping the fullness of her breast with my mouth, working my tongue toward her hard nipple. My right hand, which was previously engaged under her shirt, now moved southward toward her panties, she tensed a bit as if she knew where It was going to rest. Her hands slid down my neck and rested on my shoulders, she pushed down a little kinda like she was anxious to have me deeper under the blanket.

Now you have to know that I had never even thought about fucking another girl, ever. I was raised in a conservative household, we didn't talk about our periods muchless sex. If you said the word "penis" my mother would surely faint. Losing my virginity at 18, big problem. Dating first guy seriously, bigger problem... moving in with someone before marriage...
-yikes- So if mom only knew what I was doing now; and to add insult to injury... loving it.

Per her verbal request, I did move down. Dragging my tongue down the center of her breasts, lapping her stomach playfully, kissing around her belly button, the scent of her alone was driving me crazy... she smelled so good and felt so soft on my fingertips. I knew right then that we was no going back... I needed her. inserting my hand into her panties, she gasped and moaned a little "yea, do that," I moved my hand deeper, until my fingers rested within her soft hair. I continued to kiss her belly, and then a bit lower toward her hips..."come back up here, I want to kiss you.." she moaned softly, almost in a whisper. Our lips met again as my fingers toyed with her clitoris. Our breathing became heavier as I burried my fingers deep within her wet pussy. I felt almost dominating, like I had control over her every emotion, and I was going to take it further... As her tongue went deeper into my mouth, my fingers pumped deeper in and out as she became wetter and wetter. "Oh my god, Robinson" she panted as she spread her legs wide, "it feels so good, I swear if you keep that up I'm going to come."
"Go ahead sweetheart," I nibbled at her ear "come for me...I want to feel it." I began to pump faster and harder, adding another finger to the equation... she reaches over and begins playing with my nipples, which were now quite hard, and ready for her mouth anytime. She's rigid, and getting a bit more slippery... I could smell her sex lofting up from under the pink blanket...I am getting far too turned on to continue this, I have to taste it.
I remove the sopping fingers, "no no, don't stop, please" she pleads as she sucks on my tits, "I was just about to come...please" But I had to taste it, I had to taste her pussy on my fingers... to my surprise it was sweet, and delicious. I tilted her head upwards to look at me "I have something else planned.. but you have to promise me you'll be quiet." She nodded, and I was on my way downward...to remove her panties.

The minute my tongue entered her, she squeeled but I didn't care. My mouth salivated at the thought of being between her legs and now I was... it was heaven. I flicked her clit with my tongue, dipping down every once in awhile to get a mouthful of her sweet juices as she came again and again.. "oh yeah, oh my god, shit that feels so fucking good... keep going..." Her hips rotated and elevated slightly off the sheets to accomodate my work.
I drifted farther into her soft, velvety folds... bringing my hands back to the pleasure spot to finish the job. "I'm going to fuck you and eat you... I want you to let it go and come hard for me..." Then I slid my fingers back into her hot, moist pussy and fucked her slowly while sucking longingly on her swollen genitalia, I must admit when she came, I came too even though I didn't have any sort-of manipulation.. and when I told her, she of course wanted to taste me as well. So down she went under the pink blanket, and I laid back feeling her tongue teasing me, sucking me, fucking me deep with her fingers... licking up the dripping come that had ran down toward the bed sheets, loving the feeling of her deep inside me... I never came so hard in my life as I did that night. I never knew orgasms like that even existed.

We lay there together, naked and under the blanket kissing softly and playfully.
"Robinson, you can't tell me that was you're first time..." she whispered
"Yeah, it was..why?"
"Cause it was almost like having a man down there... actually, it was better."
"We're going to have to stick together Chilly..."
"like prison?" she chuckled
"Yeah, like prison... only we'll trade who gets to be the bitch. You do it on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.."
We snickered..."Hey" she added "If you could eat our bitch of a Sargeant like that, I bet she wouldn't be so fucking uptight."
"Yeah, scary thing is.. she probably needs a blow-job instead."
We both laughed quietly, "I have to get back in my bunk.." I whispered, still laughing. See you in the morning.
"In like, two hours...goodnight..."

Yep, I still remember that first time like it was yesterday, but that was 5 weeks ago... and bigger, better things are on the agenda.